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A Certain Perfume

Mary BoneAugust 21, 2019

A Certain Perfume written by: Mary Bone I use a certain perfume that takes me back to my childhood days. As I sat in an elderly lady's flower garden...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Blue

Astrid HirschfeldAugust 13, 2019

Blue written by: Astrid Hirschfeld @schwoer At my show on Friday, I saw her at the back of “The Mechanical Elephant”, the pub I was performing at. My...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

Eternal Summer

Chasity GainesAugust 8, 2019

Eternal Summer written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 Once upon a time Life was easy peasy an adventure every day No responsibilities Runnin...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Puddles

Janina OsewskaJuly 28, 2019

Puddles written by: Janina Osewska translated by: Karol Chojnowski and Desmond Graham To Wisława Szymborska I remember well from my chil...

EnglishInternationalPoetryPolish2 min read

Our Childhood

Dr Molly JosephJuly 25, 2019

Our Childhood written by: Dr. MOLLY JOSEPH In groups we wandered streaming through the paddy fields that whispered secrets and echoed our h...

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What Do You See?

Henry BladonJuly 22, 2019

What Do You See? written by: Henry Bladon What do you see? I may look staid, with my ribbed sweater and my NHS glasses, but I can do kook...

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Threading Happiness

Fotoula ReynoldsJuly 12, 2019

Threading Happiness written by: Fotoula Reynolds Take me back again To simpler times When days smiled Upon the earth And children laughed Without...

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Baseball Echoes

Roger TurnerJuly 9, 2019

Baseball Echoes written by: roger turner @titansdad Does anyone remember when Baseball fields were full When you always saw a hundred kids pitch W...

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Free Flights and Scrapes to Clean

Alexandra SullivanJune 30, 2019

Free Flights and Scrapes to Clean written by: Alexandra Sullivan I feel the cool touch of the chain links, fitting themselves jaggedly into th...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

My Trashcan Sleep

Andrea E. LodgeJune 19, 2019

My Trashcan Sleep written by: Andrea E. Lodge And my knuckles are always grey I’ll get a smile back in the mail today It won’t be mine. It’ll be f...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

A Child

Miss KanishkaJune 3, 2019

A Child written by: Miss Kanishka I hanker to write I inked many of my opines But still, I don't know why Today I wanted to write about a child. ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Float

R.E HengstermanMay 28, 2019

Float written by: R.E Hengsterman @robhengsterman With a flick of his fingernail, he decapitates the honeybee, pinching its head and limp, probo...

EnglishFeatured PostLiterature4 min read

Broken

Tissy TaylorMay 8, 2019

Broken written by: Tissy Taylor @raisingtissy Lullaby In our broken we hold hope Like stones thrown out to sea Remembering those we love...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Miss Cluny Remembers

P.A. O'NeilMay 4, 2019

Miss Cluny Remembers written by: P.A. O'Neil “Now you sit comfortable-like, Miss Cluny, and talk into this microphone just like you were talkin...

EnglishLiterature13 min read

“Hemmingplay,” is the pen name of Doug Stanfield, who grew up on a family farm in western Ohio, went with his parents for two years in Karachi, Pakistan, in high school and had lived, until recently, in Bellefonte, PA with his late wife, Wilda and their two sons, Ben and John. Doug was a writer, editor and director of internet communications at Penn State for 26 years. He has had a few disreputable occupations, including newspaper reporter and editor, and public relations flak, but is trying to make amends for his sins by writing poetry and fiction. When his sons were safely off making their own mistakes, he turned on the computer one day, stared at the screen, and began to learn the craft anew at age 67. Doug has published three books: "Mermaid Sisters: First Dive", a children's book; "I Came From A Place of Fireflies" and, "Snowflakes & Ashes: Meditations on the Temporary”.