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Aluminum

Freya Pickard·November 29, 2016

Aluminium written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard aluminium scrunched, gleams brightly; surging waves metallic ocean foam shards splinter,...

Poetry English

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Spire Grass Ripples

Freya Pickard·July 18, 2016

spire grass ripples written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard spire grass ripples a blue-green mat of thin stems clothes...

English Poetry

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Delicate Long Limbs

Freya Pickard·July 11, 2016

delicate long limbs written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard delicate long limbs awkwardly angled and yet beautifully graced...

Poetry English

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Shifting From Green Grass

Freya Pickard·July 4, 2016

shifting from green grass written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard shifting from green grass to sun-baked sand, I merge,...

English Poetry

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This Long Killer Jaw

Freya Pickard·June 27, 2016

this long killer jaw written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard this long killer jaw close to my face, trusting...

Poetry English

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This Hollowed Landscape

Freya Pickard·June 20, 2016

this hollowed landscape written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard this hollowed landscape emotions bypass my heart neutral, I observe...

English Poetry

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Dawn Pisturino is a retired nurse in Arizona whose international publishing credits include poems, short stories, and articles. Her first poetry book, Ariel’s Song: Published Poems, 1987 – 2023, was recently released to positive reviews by her imprint, Horse Mesa Press. Her poetry has appeared in several anthologies, most recently in Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and the 2023 Arizona Literary Magazine. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America, Arizona Authors Association, and PEN America.

Miriam and Her 13,149 Days by Janete Cabral

Life has a habit of repeating itself. Perhaps Miriam hadn’t learned her lesson, that’s what Eileen, her new-age guru neighbour said. But there it was, the same faded newsstand by the side of the dockyard. Here, she was found alone in a Moses basket on day seven. A retired fisherman, old man Jake heard her high-pitched cries. He took some convincing but his wife Aida claimed her. Their children had long left the nest, and so she became theirs.
Miriam sat on the bench next to the newsstand, watching the waves rocking the fishing boats as the sun set in the distance. Why here of all places? This tired and unloved dockyard in the edge of the world. She thought she’d feel better coming here. Henry had walked out after ten years together. It was brutal and unexpected and she was doubting everything again...

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Interview Q&A With Dawn Pisturino

The HMS Beagle

The Grand Adventure

Interviews

Interview Q&A With Dawn Pisturino

Spotlight On Writers – Roy Eisenstein

Spotlight On Writers – Pauline Milner

Always Find a Safe Harbour

The Inescapable Redundancy of War

Lost

freya pickard

Aluminum

Spire Grass Ripples

Delicate Long Limbs

Shifting From Green Grass

This Long Killer Jaw

This Hollowed Landscape

The Grand Adventure

By Choice, I Live Alone

A Cautionary Tale

It’s a Strange Strange Road

Always Find a Safe Harbour

Where Have All The Years Gone?

Interview Q&A With Dawn Pisturino

We Two

Think About It

Burst

Commodity

Instant Recognition