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Nigdy Wiecej!

Yvette Popławska·January 27, 2021

Nigdy Wiecej! Śladami Auschwitz-Birkenau written by: Yvette Popławska @YPoplawska Pod pułapem krwawego nieba baldachimem, tragiczna historia. Czas...

International Poetry Polish

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110,000 Pairs of Shoes

Aurora Kastanias·January 26, 2021

110,000 Pairs of Shoes written by: Aurora Kastanias Remember when we used to play Amidst brick and...

The Farm

John Baverstock·May 30, 2019

The Farm written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK The Pigs they squealed, Not one emotion did they show or...

English Featured Post Poetry

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The Scent of Spring

Tim Gardiner·February 24, 2018

The Scent of Spring written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 apple blossom – children play outside the little...

English Poetry

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Reverberating Echos

Anne G·January 27, 2018

Reverberating Echos written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Through invasion and appropriation of Poland’s lands the Nazi machine...

Spilled History Article Anne G

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A textbook example of nominative determinism, Lou Storey has always been a storyteller, a fact well illustrated in his art and in his writing. His careers have reflected that as well, first as a creator of idea-based exhibitions for museums, and later as a psychotherapist employing narrative therapies. His art and his writing share qualities of rich texture and detail, examining our capacity to be absurd while allowing a measure of forgiveness for our foibles. Storey and his husband Steve retired in 2021 and moved from New Jersey to Savannah Georgia. “We love everything about Savannah, it is like a city that looks like a park and thinks it’s a small town. Best of all, we can grow bananas in the backyard!”

Treats Only, Please! by Lauren Scott

Creepy cackles from tall, looming trees
startle their jumpy heartbeats as they walk.
Shadows discreetly follow the echoes
while they timidly proceed down the block.

Young voices repeat with conviction,
“It’s just a night for entertainment.”
There’s no need for goosebumps and fear
as their eyes focus on the cracked pavement.

Undeniably sensing they’re not alone,
many follow in their hesitant footsteps,
eager to reach doors and push doorbells
but afraid of frightening special effects....

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