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The Singing Bones

Meg Smith·December 7, 2020

The Singing Bones written by: Meg Smith @MegSmith_Writer We come to dig, we come to read the...

Poetry Haunted Holidays English

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Ursula (no. 58 of Women’s names sensual series)

Carrie Magness Radna·December 7, 2020

Ursula (no. 58 of Women’s names sensual series) written by: Carrie Magness Radna @cmrboxwoodstar1 Your mother named...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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Phoenix

Wolfgang H.·March 12, 2020

Phoenix written by: Wolfgang H. in love we trust and love we lost for reasons hard to...

Poetry English

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THE INCURABLE SPELEOLOGIST

Steven Fortune·December 4, 2019

THE INCURABLE SPELEOLOGIST written by: Steven Fortune My cave is waiting for me I register the low...

Poetry English

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And The Bough Will Break

Tammy M Darby·November 17, 2019

And The Bough Will Break written by: Tammy M Darby When the sweet winds blow A silent...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Bon Odori

Tim Gardiner·October 19, 2019

Bon Odori written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 The Bon Festival of the Dead is the perfect night...

English Literature Halloween

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Mike is a deaf writer/photographer living in rural southwest Colorado. His love of nature shines through his poetry and photography, both of which he uses to make sense of his world. His work has been featured at Spillwords Press, several Masticadores literary sites, and in two books: After Rain Skies: The Global Anthology (Michelle Ayon Navajas, curator) and Tale of the Seasons' Weaver (Diana Wallace Peach, author). He's a Pushcart Prize nominee and has garnered awards for Publication of the Month and Author of the Month at Spillwords Press. Much of Mike's work deals with dark themes and he's not afraid to explore the depths of trauma, sorrow, loss, and despair. Mike's blog is Silent Pariah.

The Forest by Maggie Watson

Like a tree, she has watched many seasons change.
While nature adapts as if oblivious to pain,
her roots now crimson twist with stored emotions.
The rain never cleanses or purifies the leaves.
They only change colour from brown to green.
From the shadows, she must fight to cleave her way back
to the light.
Optical illusions have waylaid her path.
Wasted time has stunted her growth.
An empath absorbs it all until they bleed.
This canopy of suffering is not hers to carry...

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