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Blue-collar Burn

A. GoddardMay 23, 2020

Blue-collar Burn written by: A. Goddard @AGoddardwriter Shifts are just a time, The people don't matter. Weekends a myth, Just water cooler chatte...

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Embalm

MadhumitaJanuary 20, 2020

Embalm written by: Madhumita @madhumita6 will time teach me to embalm embalm myself and preserve preserve for you you the cause of my pain pain a...

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Burnt Christmas

MelisaDecember 21, 2019

Burnt Christmas written by: Melisa @MQuigley1963 Tasting soot breathing difficulties house burnt down water bomb bursts through the sky charcoal...

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Two Bedrooms Out The Back

Peter FarrarDecember 8, 2019

Two Bedrooms Out The Back written by: Peter Farrar It was the smell I noticed. It arrived before the seismic wave of sheer heat. It caked in my nost...

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When Evil Finds Me

RayFedNovember 24, 2019

When Evil Finds Me written by: RayFed @MrRayFed When evil finds me, I'll hold it close, to keep your gods at bay. In this cloak of flesh and blood, ...

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Coming Home

Luiz SyphreOctober 27, 2019

Coming Home written by: Luiz Syphre @luizsyphre driving up an unpaved street by the cemetery creek with the encapsulating fragrance of mesquite ca...

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Watching Candles Burn

Mark TulinOctober 11, 2019

Watching Candles Burn written by: Mark Tulin @Crow_writer I know my mother’s here by her presence in the white candle that burns on the sink in t...

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M, part of a poetry collection written by Tony Ortiz at Spillwords.com

M

Tony OrtizMay 29, 2019

M written by: Tony Ortiz @ProfoundAbsence A world where the wind does not blow. There is light, but no sun or moon. The stars burn angrily, Dying ...

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The Iron Burned

Zoey XoltonMay 13, 2019

The Iron Burned written by: Zoey Xolton @zoeyxolton The Ranger cursed through his teeth as the iron chains that bound his wrists and ankles burned his fl...

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Adjunct Professor

James GabrielMarch 26, 2018

Adjunct Professor written by: James Gabriel @James_Gabriel1 as he walks along the campus sidewalk the heat of summer still radiates towards his ...

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Words Burn

Jan SmithNovember 3, 2017

Words Burn written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL Let words burn onto empty pages of your soul Let them smoulder like wildfire through your heart &a...

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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 ...