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Epilogue

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)May 2, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XX Epilogue: It Was the Sound I Could Not Forget written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay This final poem in th...

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Let’s Play A Hugging Game

Simona PriloganMay 1, 2020

Let's Play A Hugging Game written by: Simona Prilogan @SCotidian Let's play a hugging game, Birds seemed to say, We might share some food, Some fe...

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Forgetting

Richard RebelApril 28, 2020

Forgetting written by: Richard Rebel At the corner Nicholas got off the 452, ducking over the road and behind the bus as it slugged away with a low ...

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Coping With Reality

Alex Andy PhuongApril 25, 2020

Coping With Reality written by: Alex Andy Phuong COVID-19 has forced everyone I know and love to stay indoors. Sometimes I feel like I am part of th...

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A Daughter’s Grief

Donnie SharrellApril 20, 2020

A Daughter's Grief written by: Donnie Sharrell I push at the body but it doesn't move. The still nearly icy body doesn't move, nor speak, breathe or...

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A Morning

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)April 10, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XIX A Morning written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay I do remember certain things, nine months later, how it...

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Pandemonium

Fotoula ReynoldsApril 10, 2020

Pandemonium written by: Fotoula Reynolds In this hurry-scurry world I keep a seed in my right hand I will throw it over the edge of A hopeful mount...

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Mother, You’re Not Near…

Nishand VenugopalApril 7, 2020

Mother, You're Not Near... written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 Mother, you're not near, Wish you were here, To discuss what I fear, As those...

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The Boy Whose Mother Left

Mir-Yashar SeyedbagheriMarch 24, 2020

The Boy Whose Mother Left written by: Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri @dudesosad I’m the guy whose mother left. In gym, they remind me, their words a chant...

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Giving Back, Reluctantly

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)March 20, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XVIII Giving Back, Reluctantly written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay 50 years we had together. Then she suff...

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The Anniversary

Peggy GerberMarch 19, 2020

The Anniversary written by: Peggy Gerber My alarm startles me awake with the early morning news that Punxsutawney Phil has seen his shadow. Spring...

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Wood and Wire

Xavier PimentelMarch 9, 2020

Wood and Wire written by: Xavier Pimentel The smell of paint and turpentine Fills my brain with sun and shine Like a brandy or a rum Making me feel...

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Starin’ At The Bottle

Will ThomasMarch 6, 2020

Starin' At The Bottle written by: Will Thomas I’m starin' at this bottle. My thoughts are filled with fear. Teardrops land upon my glass. Wishin' y...

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Two Point Creek

Mitchel David RingMarch 3, 2020

Two Point Creek written by: Mitchel David Ring @mitchel_ring Quiet footsteps and hushed voices passed down our street, knocking gently on doors, af...

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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 ...