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Almost Perfect

Eamon O'Leary·February 8, 2020

Almost Perfect written by: Eamon O’Leary Vinnie rolled and lit a joint. He enjoyed the skunky, musty...

English Featured Post Literature

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The Lifeguard

Spillwords·January 26, 2020

The Lifeguard a poem by: James Dickey In a stable of boats I lie still, From all...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The World – A Boat and Moon

Bogpan·January 23, 2020

The World – A Boat and Moon written by: Bogpan @panbog2 The world – a boat and...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Villages Apart

Thryaksha·November 16, 2019

Villages Apart written by: Thryaksha He bent down low, Placing his paper boat on the river. He...

English Poetry

·1 min read

On Sailing

Mike Turner·October 5, 2019

On Sailing written by: Mike Turner One hand on tiller One on the sheet Rail down and...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Boatman

Henry Bladon·April 21, 2019

Boatman written by: Henry Bladon In the middle of the lake the boatman blows his whistle. Ripples appear as...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Sint’s Waltz

Florian Alexander·February 9, 2019

Sint’s waltz written by: Florian Alexander I’m falling in spiral in a sweet and warm rocking My...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Sheepshead Bay

Warren Alexander·February 6, 2019

Sheepshead Bay written by: Warren Alexander In Sheepshead Bay tires protect wooden boats From concrete piers dotted...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Poetry

Debra Joseph·December 10, 2018

Poetry written by: DEBRA JOSEPH Across the ocean many miles at sea, a mermaid he saw that...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Harbor

George Gad Economou·November 21, 2018

The Harbor written by: George Gad Economou There was once a very beautiful harbor lonesome standing amid...

English Literature

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Matsushima

Tim Gardiner·October 21, 2018

Matsushima written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 A pregnant moon rises above the bay, illuminating limestone islands. My...

English Halloween Poetry

·1 min read

Hyannis Harbor, 2007

Kara Jackman·September 26, 2018

Hyannis Harbor, 2007 written by: Kara Jackman @KaraJ1979 A white fishing boat, all spikes and swinging wooden...

English Poetry

·1 min read

SAILOR!

Anahit Arustamyan·September 13, 2018

SAILOR! written by: Anahit Arustamyan @anonarnune20141 The dim light of the sunset hurts the day’s eyes. The...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Thomas Green The Submarine

Richard Wall·December 26, 2017

Thomas Green the Submarine written by: Richard Wall @writinblues A troubled lad named Thomas Green, Claimed to...

English Featured Post Poetry

·2 min read

John Anthony Fingleton: Was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Now living in Paraguay. Poems published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three produced plays. Poems read on Irish and American radio as well in Spanish on South American broadcasts. Has poems published in Spillwords, Alien Bhudda, The Red Door, Piker Press, Super Poetry Highway, The Writers Magazine, Ariel Chart, and numerous national and international journals, blogs, reviews, and anthologies. Published collections 'Poems from the Shadowlands' was published in 2017, 'Words That Found Me' 2019, 'Poems From The Banks' 2020, 'Poems from a Restricted Place' April 2020, 'Secret Fjords' May 2020 and 'A Gathering Of Words' June 2020. All which are available on Amazon.

A Song for Christmas by Steve Carr

I was sixteen. Ma’s upright piano stood against the wall in the dining room where it had been since Ma and Pa were married. It was Grandma’s piano, but she gave it to my Ma as a wedding present. It was made of mahogany and Ma polished it almost every day. I was sitting at it just plucking randomly on the black keys when Ma placed a bright red runner across the top of the piano and, a few minutes later, placed the crèche on the runner. She arranged the figures of Mary and Joseph around the baby Jesus lying in a manger.
“You’re late puttin’ that out this year, Ma,” I said.
“Each year there are more and more boxes of Christmas decorations to sort through,” she said.
I strummed several keys with an unmelodic result and heaved a loud sigh.
“Have you decided yet which song you’re going to do for the Christmas service?” she asked ...

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