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Cider Fruit

Ricky HawthorneJuly 25, 2019

Cider Fruit written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames Round, rusty red and hanging, Mocking science, rendering Newton absurd Swinging steadily in the...

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The Poet Tree

KL MerchantMarch 15, 2019

The Poet Tree written by: Kayleigh Merchant We've all got light years ahead, To take a trip years around the milky way twilight or its bed, Let's ...

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There Is No Such Thing As Freedom

Simona PriloganNovember 20, 2018

There Is No Such Thing As Freedom written by: Simona Prilogan @SCotidian I’m writing today, deep down in my heart, A letter of thanks to my ancestor...

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Hymn or Ode to Nothing

Ampat Varghese KoshyFebruary 20, 2018

Hymn or Ode to Nothing written by: Ampat Varghese Koshy Long ago our ancestors hymnals sang to fire Sang they to the waters and to the air Poems w...

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Swaying Sovereignty

Rochelle FolesJanuary 10, 2018

Swaying Sovereignty written by: Rochelle Foles @shellilouwho irish moss hung from barren tree branches veil of a ...

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Mexico

MacarioSeptember 14, 2017

Mexico written by: Macario @nomegustaborges I’m a nomad, Forever travelling about, Words are my compass Poetry is my path. I never stay too l...

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The Lost Bond

Nnane NtubeJuly 31, 2017

The Lost Bond written by: NNANE NTUBE @nnane.ntube I missed the bond, That bond that connected my heart to yours. I didn't miss it because I want...

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Poetry

Stephanie Lynn HilpertJune 23, 2017

Poetry written by: Stephanie Lynn Hilpert @PoemWarrior Poetry is the voice of my ancestors in the shape of a rose...

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Sister Moon

Giovanni FruncilloAugust 19, 2016

Sister Moon written by: Giovanni Fruncillo In the falling snow it happened again. I listened very closely to the sound of the forest and saw the grey ...

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The Reflections

NilavroNill ShoovroJuly 14, 2016

The Reflections written by: Nilavro Nill Behind the shadows some familiar faces Like failed hypothesis- unclassified. Reminds me of my predecessors,...

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“Hemmingplay,” is the pen name of Doug Stanfield, who grew up on a family farm in western Ohio, went with his parents for two years in Karachi, Pakistan, in high school and had lived, until recently, in Bellefonte, PA with his late wife, Wilda and their two sons, Ben and John. Doug was a writer, editor and director of internet communications at Penn State for 26 years. He has had a few disreputable occupations, including newspaper reporter and editor, and public relations flak, but is trying to make amends for his sins by writing poetry and fiction. When his sons were safely off making their own mistakes, he turned on the computer one day, stared at the screen, and began to learn the craft anew at age 67. Doug has published three books: "Mermaid Sisters: First Dive", a children's book; "I Came From A Place of Fireflies" and, "Snowflakes & Ashes: Meditations on the Temporary”.