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My Heart In A Bottle

Ash DouglasMay 22, 2020

My Heart In A Bottle written by: Ash Douglas @ALittlePunAsh Like a bottle in a vast ocean… I’m drifting further and further from your beautif...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

The Conversation

Uchenna VictoriaMay 8, 2020

The Conversation written by: Uchenna Victoria Her voice betrayed her, gestures accompanying. The younger woman swore she didn’t understand. For the ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Five Minutes of Saving Grace

SamiaMay 1, 2020

Five Minutes of Saving Grace written by: Samia Tunazzin She was panting, her age can't bear the train chase. Five minutes only! For the train to move ...

EnglishLiterature1 min read

Heavy Mental

Kindra M. AustinApril 29, 2020

Heavy Mental written by: Kindra M. Austin @AustinKindra I In a powder blue bathroom, humid, and slick with condensation, Mother stood outside...

EnglishPoetry3 min read

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...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

A Vintage Memory

PallaviApril 8, 2020

A Vintage Memory written by: Pallavi Her swiftly failing vintage memory compels her to ask "Who are you?" Unsolicited emotions carefully buried i...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Promise Kept

David C RussellApril 4, 2020

Promise Kept written by: David C Russell “Dad, how come you're pulling in here? I thought we were going out for lunch.” “I just need to pick up a f...

EnglishLiterature7 min read

Ash to Dust

Ash DouglasMarch 27, 2020

Ash to Dust written by: Ash Douglas @ALittlePunAsh I look, turn around, and see your face then, it falls away like dust like a living dream not ...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

El Vaso

Jose A GomezMarch 8, 2020

El Vaso written by: José A Gómez Mujer vaso primordial de este mundo en donde comienza la vida, se cria en su cuerpo un humano, creación sinigual que es ...

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Polyhymnia

Fotoula ReynoldsFebruary 11, 2020

Polyhymnia written by: Fotoula Reynolds An inspirational goddess Who did not appear to be modest? Of Greek mythology And a muse of sacred poetry D...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

A Throne of Snow

S.B. GoncarovaJanuary 5, 2020

A Throne of Snow written by: S.B. Goncarova @studiogoncarova FOR THE MAN with one foot in the world of spirits and one foot in ours, I call on the ...

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The Chocolate Log with Three Ends

Denise D'SouzaDecember 19, 2019

The Chocolate Log with Three Ends written by: Denise D'Souza Three pairs of eyes level with the kitchen table watched as Mum lifted the Swiss roll o...

ChristmasEnglishLiterature3 min read

Silent Night

Jim BatesDecember 18, 2019

Silent Night written by: Jim Bates Ralph Kaczynski had been a salvation army bell ringer for seventeen years and it was by far and away the coldest ...

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Rio, The River

Tamsen GraceDecember 11, 2019

Rio, The River written by: Tamsen Grace You screamed for the first nine months of your life, inconsolably I traversed miles with you, back an...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

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 ...