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Elizabeth Hancock Reveals Eyam Plague Village

Jordan TretheweyApril 14, 2020

Elizabeth Hancock Reveals Eyam Plague Village (the Original Case for Social Distancing) written by: Jordan Trethewey @bizarre_quotes Reverend Mompes...

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The Last Sin Eater

Jordan TretheweyMarch 11, 2020

The Last Sin Eater written by: Jordan Trethewey @bizarre_quotes Farming always did right by us Munslows, but I lost my bearings one week back in 187...

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Inferno

Shyamal MukhopadhyayMay 23, 2019

Inferno written by: Shyamal Mukhopadhyay Devil's Inferno at Notre Dame swinging bell atop the cathedral Arousing the spirit of Esmeralda to avenge Fr...

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Bring Back Our Girls

Umar Yogiza JrMay 13, 2019

Bring Back Our Girls written by: Umar Yogiza Jr @yogizajr bring back our girls and only their shadows were brought back without a soul wretchedl...

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Revisiting History

Garima MahajanMay 11, 2019

Revisiting History written by: Garima Mahajan @GarimaM1204 'Et tu... It was my ego Not the dagger, Caesar!' 'Save it for later When I die, you wil...

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Six Seconds

Roger TurnerMay 1, 2019

Six Seconds written by: roger turner @titansdad Six seconds What takes that long? You can't write yourself a letter You can't write yourself a son...

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The Suffragettes

Hayley BurwoodFebruary 27, 2019

The Suffragettes written by: Hayley Burwood @Hayleyburwood2 In 1897 only men could vote this caused a stir Angry women didn't like it for sure th...

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Vanilla or World News 07.05.2018

Aurora KastaniasMay 23, 2018

Vanilla or World News 07.05.2018 written by: Aurora Kastanias Lava flowing in sweeping meanders Mantles the paradisian island Engulfing homes stifli...

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May Day

Tim GardinerMarch 25, 2018

May Day written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 as she sleeps so many questions on 34th Street... answers remain on the 86th floor NOTE...

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Italy Has Voted

Aurora KastaniasMarch 8, 2018

Italy Has Voted written by: Aurora Kastanias Unfold the map of the world and trace a kaleidoscopic boot-shaped country rising from the waters lavish...

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Busby’s Babes

Nobby66February 6, 2018

Busby's Babes written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s On a snow shrouded sixth of February nineteen fifty-eight, the ‘Lord Burghley’ Ambassador took off...

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Reverberating Echos

Anne GJanuary 27, 2018

Reverberating Echos written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Through invasion and appropriation of Poland's lands the Nazi machine would create a human wareho...

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Their Dead Souls Won’t Let Me Grow

RhymeRulaJanuary 20, 2018

Their Dead Souls Won't Let Me Grow written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula My roots were grown in the deep south Fully grown and ready to become ...

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Dēmokratia Democracia

Aurora KastaniasJanuary 17, 2018

Dēmokratia Democracia written by: Aurora Kastanias When demos loses kratia our Greek fathers shake, their heads in disapproval unbelieving two mi...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...