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À l’après-midi d’une dryade
À l’après-midi d’une dryade written by: Penny Rogers I thought I’d put a word in for the...
Lost in Wheatfield
Lost in Wheatfield written by: Craig R Kirchner I sit lost in the sky of A Wheatfield...
The Studio
The Studio written by: Nancy Jageman I only wanted you because You were my muse. Soul on...
Broken Tripod
Broken Tripod written by: Neil Szuch He would have been thirteen; The camera set for long exposure....
Erasure for Measure
Erasure for Measure written by: Alex Andy Phuong Gazing at stars up above Drawing from the sky...
A Thing of Beauty
A Thing of Beauty written by: Ginny Swart - I always looked forward to Wednesday afternoons, when things were quiet...
Music in the Night
Music in the Night written by: Debra Elramey It is rainy and cold. Temperature hovers between twenty...
R.I.P. is Never Enough for You; Rest in L.
R.I.P. is Never Enough for You; Rest in L. written by: Pegah Rahmati Nezhad rest in lightheartedness...
Verse than Prose
Verse than Prose written by: Rekha Rajgopal Why do I like verse? It comes easier than prose,...
Theater is Magic
Theater is Magic written by: Roger Turner There is magic in live theatre It can’t be understood...
My Perspective
My Perspective written by: Fiona Paterson A shared moment in the presence of the Pre-Raphaelites is etched...
The Prison of the Wooden Frame
The Prison of the Wooden Frame written by: Katharina Lakomy - The voices scream devastatingly loud in her flat mind. The flickering flame...
