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Touch Free

JazzcatJuly 11, 2018

Touch Free written by: Jazzcat In theory, state-of-art technology detects your hands with sensor to release one measured shot of lather. Lik...

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Cosy

Jonathan HumbleMay 24, 2018

Cosy written by: Jonathan Humble @jonathanhumble You're in a kitchen by yourself, The cosy's on the pot, A little voice inside your brain Sta...

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Refill

John Patrick RobbinsMay 9, 2018

Refill written by: John Patrick Robbins @JohnPatrickRobb I was drunk. It was six in the morning I sat on my front porch. My neighbor viewed me an...

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DO I LOOK FAT IN THIS??

Kia JonesNovember 13, 2017

DO I LOOK FAT IN THIS?? written by: Kia Jones @CYSMbyKia What shall I wear? Oh God, what shall I wear? The responsibility of this one, Is more than ...

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A Rainy Day with My Silly Friend

Mr FunNovember 7, 2017

A Rainy Day with My Silly Friend written by: Mr Fun @hotsacoman It was a rainy day. I called to my friend, who was standing across the street. Sil...

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There I Was

Joy4no1October 24, 2017

There I Was written by: Joy4no1 @JOY4NO1 As often I was, deep in my mood, I sat on a bench and spotted a bat on a low branch of a tree staring at m...

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I Need Of Boxes

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 26, 2017

I Need of Boxes found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Give me a pep talk to calm the anxiety I need of boxes...

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What A Silly Friend

Mr FunMarch 19, 2017

What a Silly Friend written by: Mr Fun @hotsacoman The trees swayed back and forth. One of the branches was hovering awfully close to my friend's h...

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My Limerick

AnnSeptember 7, 2016

My Limerick written by: Ann @EquineBook There was an old lady from Limerick. Who was feeling extremely sick. She ate too much chocolate & drunk t...

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Finding Your Spirit Animal

Anushka MaheshwaryAugust 31, 2016

Finding Your Spirit Animal written by: Anushka Maheshwary @DanielRicciard8 A weird yet not so surprising thing happened today; I just realised that I...

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Dear My Lungs

K.D. RoseAugust 11, 2016

Dear My Lungs written by: K.D. Rose @KDRose1 Dear My Lungs, Hi. Just thought I would check in. I know you might think I pay all the attention to th...

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Ate a Monoply Board

Robyn MacKinnonMay 18, 2016

Ate a Monoply Board found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat into the kitchen ate a monopoly board too lazy to wait...

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Socialmedia #love

Maria Pia Dell'OmoMarch 17, 2016

Socialmedia #love written by: Maria Pia Dell'Omo @MariaPiaDellomo (1950) You and I, cover'd by a tweed quilt (2015) Me and You, cover images behind a...

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El Negrito

Jose A GomezJuly 26, 2015

El Negrito An Original Poem by José A. Gómez Tos se reunieron en casa de Stanislao que organizó una fiesta de esas de melao habia mucha gente y hasta un ...

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Matt was once asked, while at a bar in Ohio, where he was from. He replied, ‘I’m from mud.’ Matt roamed the farmlands, and brooks of Western MA as a child. Matt feels Western Massachusetts is a chillingly beautiful region where creativity comes from blood. Matt is happily married to Megan, the pusher of his writing. Megan and Matt have one son who is wildly loved. In fact, Gavin has not seen one day of daycare. Matt enjoys each day with Gavin while juggling his career. The small family of three lives in Maine. Matt is looking forward to the upcoming publication of his short story, ‘Screaming Hills’ via Z Publishing House, Massachusetts Emerging Writers series. Matt and Megan love picking a direction and driving. They enjoy new towns, new pubs, and any walk of life that is willing to have a lively conversation. And no worries, they never forget Gavin. They have much to show him. Cheers everyone.

…On Poetry and Fiction - Just “One Word” Away ("Love") by Phyllis P. Colucci

She searched for love as if she were searching for a lost child. She called out its name in the lonely darkness, and hoped for a quick response. She ran against the wind as it slapped her face with its stinging fingers, yet she continued on with the roar and strength of a lioness. She ran aimlessly in search of something she couldn’t see or touch. All she knew was that something was lost, and she had to find it. She left her family behind in order to search for whatever was missing in her life…She licked the salt from her quivering lips as the tears of her soul streamed down her cheeks. She ran on, however, with no compass, no map, no direction, no plan. She just screamed out for love to answer her ...