The Afterlife of Gods

What happens to godswhen people stop believing in them?Do they expire,or live out their eternitiesin some special limbofor the late divine?Though we don’t recognize them by name,some may live on in…

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Coming Home by Yvette Viets Flaten

My father arrived stateside from Thailand in 1969, just before Thanksgiving. That night I could hear my parents talking together all night long, her high giddy laugh and his burr coming through the…

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Lost, in obscure mists, my soul walks, unseen, on paths hidden from today; I seek a road that returns to a home stolen by time. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2026 #...

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Lost, in obscure mists,
my soul walks, unseen, on paths
hidden from today;
I seek a road that returns
to a home stolen by time.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

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On sonic surfboard
Rake atop the aural wave
Into cozy cove

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Late that night, when Laila woke up thirsty, their hands were still tightly intertwined, like those of children holding the string of a balloon, tight enough to turn white-knuckled, for fear of letting it slip away.

A Thousand Splendid Suns

by Khaled Hosseini

I'm radiating
Notice of things I have done
Dissipate a wave
Rake out the pent up vapors
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Sitting on a shelf in Brussels – Richard J Tilley