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TWO TO TANGO

Dilip MohapatraApril 30, 2020

TWO TO TANGO written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo It was a Sunday. Rahul got up late as is his habit and headed for the washroom. Someone rang t...

EnglishLiterature7 min read

The Anniversary

Peggy GerberMarch 19, 2020

The Anniversary written by: Peggy Gerber My alarm startles me awake with the early morning news that Punxsutawney Phil has seen his shadow. Spring...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Stay

Rayna MoreFebruary 16, 2020

Stay written by: Rayna More Fists clenched, cheeks drowning. Heart's sinking, chest is pounding. Internally screaming Why me? Why my baby? What ...

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Christmas Eve, 1945

Dan WilcoxDecember 24, 2019

Christmas Eve, 1945 written by: Dan Wilcox @Dwclx How I love your round belly, heavy like a fruit cake beneath the tree. You sit tucked in your fla...

ChristmasEnglishPoetry0 min read

I WANT A BABY ELEPHANT FOR CHRISTMAS

Dianne MoritzDecember 23, 2019

I WANT A BABY ELEPHANT FOR CHRISTMAS written by: Dianne Moritz I want a baby elephant for Christmas. Only a baby elephant will do. I don’t want a ca...

ChristmasEnglishPoetry1 min read

The Spirit of Giving

Dawn DeBraalDecember 17, 2019

The Spirit of Giving written by: Dawn DeBraal The manger scene in front of the First Methodist Church was a beautiful sight. Life-sized statues and ...

ChristmasEnglishLiterature3 min read

Nellie’s Curse

Phyllis SouzaOctober 25, 2019

Nellie's Curse written by: Phyllis Souza Many years ago, a wealthy Portuguese dairyman had a daughter, who he called Nellie. The child grew, but whe...

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The Coming of The End of Times

P. J. QuirindongoAugust 31, 2019

The Coming of The End of Times written by: P.J. Quirindongo September 20, 2017 The month of September is filled with calamities. A favorite of de...

EnglishLiterature22 min read

Tanuki

Stephanie MusarraAugust 22, 2019

Tanuki written by: Stephanie Musarra @dungeonwriter39 “It’s a boy!” the nurse said, as she placed the baby in its mother’s arms. Richard’s eyes...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

Abduction

Michal ReibenbachJuly 25, 2019

Abduction written by: Michal Reibenbach The first time Carl tells me about ‘abducting’ his baby girl from his wife, I am shocked, ‘You did a cruel a...

EnglishLiterature5 min read

Where She Went

Wendy WimmerJune 28, 2019

Where She Went written by: Wendy Wimmer @wendywimmer Before that unnamed baby started showing up each night, she had been a happy woman. Or at least she...

EnglishLiterature16 min read

War-Zone

Nerisha KemrajMay 31, 2019

War-Zone written by: Nerisha Kemraj They all lie scattered around me. My one-year-old in his crib that’s pinned to the floor. Removing rubble, I lif...

EnglishLiterature1 min read

Guido Persing Wants a Baby

Denis Álvarez BetancourtMay 22, 2019

Guido Persing Wants a Baby written by: Denis Álvarez Betancourt translated by: Toshiya Kamei @KameiToshiya It had taken him almost ten years to fini...

EnglishLiterature5 min read

Beautiful Tiny Baby

Miriam HurdleDecember 26, 2018

Beautiful Tiny Baby written by: Miriam Hurdle @mhurdle112 Seven months of being pregnant, driving from California to Oregon ...

ChristmasEnglishPoetry1 min read

Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...