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Dream-feeder

Susan H Evans·January 5, 2021

Dream-feeder written by: Susan H Evans A dream maker, a brain feeder, an old, silver-haired Cavalry god...

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Ring Out, Wild Bells

Spillwords·December 22, 2019

Ring Out, Wild Bells a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild...

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Nothing Will Die

Spillwords·June 9, 2019

Nothing Will Die a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson When will the stream be aweary of flowing...

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Return to the Land of the Lotos-Eaters

Sean Jandle·November 21, 2017

Return to the Land of the Lotos-Eaters written by: Sean Jandle I have no words to say...

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The Charge of the Light Brigade

Spillwords·February 21, 2016

The Charge of the Light Brigade a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson 1809–1892 I Half a league,...

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Mike is a deaf writer/photographer living in rural southwest Colorado. His love of nature shines through his poetry and photography, both of which he uses to make sense of his world. His work has been featured at Spillwords Press, several Masticadores literary sites, and in two books: After Rain Skies: The Global Anthology (Michelle Ayon Navajas, curator) and Tale of the Seasons' Weaver (Diana Wallace Peach, author). He's a Pushcart Prize nominee and has garnered awards for Publication of the Month and Author of the Month at Spillwords Press. Much of Mike's work deals with dark themes and he's not afraid to explore the depths of trauma, sorrow, loss, and despair. Mike's blog is Silent Pariah.

The Forest by Maggie Watson

Like a tree, she has watched many seasons change.
While nature adapts as if oblivious to pain,
her roots now crimson twist with stored emotions.
The rain never cleanses or purifies the leaves.
They only change colour from brown to green.
From the shadows, she must fight to cleave her way back
to the light.
Optical illusions have waylaid her path.
Wasted time has stunted her growth.
An empath absorbs it all until they bleed.
This canopy of suffering is not hers to carry...

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