October Remission
/It was early October.
I'd hoped it might be different—
cancer returned,
cursed a blessing…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreThe Abstract Art Gallery
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Few to no spelling errors.
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We keep the rules pretty lenient because we accept poetry among other freer formed writing styles and formats. You can find more details on our Submission Guidelines.
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It was early October.
I'd hoped it might be different—
cancer returned,
cursed a blessing…
By Andy Cooper
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with the lure to prolong my sleep
pages of discipline turn and…
By Benjamin Nambu
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By CraigE
Read MoreGather, converse, bring…
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It is delightful to gather with those we love.
It may be a spur of the moment chat.
It could be a long-awaited family …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreThe world we live …
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He’s the beauty of a starlit evening,
And the mystery of the sea.
He’s the music of a newborn…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreGod's people have always …
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Righteousness through the covenant of law was earned by being sinless. While righteousness by the covenant of grace is a simple gift of…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreMark Irvine stared at the ceiling in the darkness of his bedroom. He shook his head. Why wouldn’t the words come to him? They always had in the past, and the writer had assumed they always would. But over the past eighteen…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA quatrain poem
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I shall not mourn, though autumn looms
Harbinger of winter’s glooms
But rather recall spring’s …
By Mike Turner
Read MoreI gave her money. The little that I had. Sneaked out of my workplace to trek the long distance to my apartment to carry my gas cylinder to her house. Through the scotchy sun. How I would prepare my meals henceforth didn’t matter. So long as she…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreGrey Thoughts is a place for a multitude of creators in numerous different mediums to display their creative projects for the world to see.