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The Raving

Sheri Vandermolen·October 22, 2020

The Raving written by: Sheri Vandermolen @jfractals A chamber Poe-m Corvus clouds gather nightly, pocking your...

English Halloween Poetry

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Crazy Talk

Nick Searles·May 28, 2020

Crazy Talk written by: Nick Searles @Nick_Searles Heard some chatter going ’round. Your ideas make my head...

English Poetry

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Coming Back Strong

Keith D Guernsey·May 12, 2020

Coming Back Strong written by: Keith D Guernsey @thegurns It was early 1995 and my girlfriend at...

English Literature

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The Hatter

LFA Turppa·February 10, 2020

The Hatter written by: LFA Turppa There’s a war growing inside, Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide;...

English Poetry

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Nightlight

Tina Privitera-Reynolds·October 26, 2019

Nightlight written by: Tina Privitera-Reynolds Boogeymen and witches, Nosferatus and gnome goblins, And wraiths that wispy slink...

English Halloween Poetry

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I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain

Spillwords·October 20, 2019

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain a poem by Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Forced Relaxation and Temporary Removal from OCD and Anxiety

Christopher J. Falvey·September 15, 2019

Forced Relaxation and Temporary Removal from OCD and Anxiety written by: Christopher J. Falvey @yeahocd I had...

Article English

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Diving Deep

ReBecca DeFazio·August 16, 2019

Diving Deep written by: ReBecca DeFazio @MisplacedPetals There is something peaceful about burying my feet in the...

English Poetry

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Get Out!

Lisa Keeble·June 11, 2019

Get Out! written by: Lisa Keeble @lisakeb007 It’s grey, not pink, that’s a bit of a shock But...

English Poetry

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Choking on Passion

Aurora Kastanias·May 31, 2019

Choking on Passion written by: Aurora Kastanias Deferral an insidious skulking mortal born out of apathy where...

English Poetry

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What I Build

Heath Brougher·May 21, 2019

What I Build written by: Heath Brougher I build Universe Factories for the sake of building Universe Factories...

English Poetry

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Scrambled Egg

John Baverstock·April 19, 2019

Scrambled Egg written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK Psychological thoughts, That go around in your mind, Some thoughts could...

English Poetry

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Now We’re Arguing

Robyn MacKinnon·October 14, 2018

Now We’re Arguing found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat chopping vegetables my brain’s a little ouchy...

English Poetry Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon

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Theory Of Relativity

Arpan Christy·September 10, 2018

Theory of Relativity written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy Relatively, mind is more understanding than brain. My weak...

English Poetry

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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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