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Mais Que Presentes

Silvana McGuire·December 15, 2019

Mais Que Presentes written by: Silvana McGuire Papai Noel aqui vem é de charrete, puxada pelas mulas e...

Christmas International Poetry Portuguese

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Two Bedrooms Out The Back

Peter Farrar·December 8, 2019

Two Bedrooms Out The Back written by: Peter Farrar It was the smell I noticed. It arrived...

English Featured Post Literature

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A Cup Of Green Tea

Nikita Gorlach·March 2, 2019

A Cup Of Green Tea written by: Nikita Gorlach @NikitaGorlach I look down, blinking as the steam...

English Literature

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Smoke Rings

Tim Gardiner·August 5, 2018

Smoke Rings written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 field fire a ringlet butterfly follows the flames...

English Poetry

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Droughtful

Genie Nakano·January 10, 2017

Droughtful written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini Sky you’ve been holding on too long pour it on, I...

English Poetry

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Rain After Drought

Julia Caroline Knowlton·December 19, 2016

Rain After Drought written by: Julia Caroline Knowlton @julia_knowlton People set aside certain things They ought to...

English

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John Anthony Fingleton: Was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Now living in Paraguay. Poems published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three produced plays. Poems read on Irish and American radio as well in Spanish on South American broadcasts. Has poems published in Spillwords, Alien Bhudda, The Red Door, Piker Press, Super Poetry Highway, The Writers Magazine, Ariel Chart, and numerous national and international journals, blogs, reviews, and anthologies. Published collections 'Poems from the Shadowlands' was published in 2017, 'Words That Found Me' 2019, 'Poems From The Banks' 2020, 'Poems from a Restricted Place' April 2020, 'Secret Fjords' May 2020 and 'A Gathering Of Words' June 2020. All which are available on Amazon.

A Song for Christmas by Steve Carr

I was sixteen. Ma’s upright piano stood against the wall in the dining room where it had been since Ma and Pa were married. It was Grandma’s piano, but she gave it to my Ma as a wedding present. It was made of mahogany and Ma polished it almost every day. I was sitting at it just plucking randomly on the black keys when Ma placed a bright red runner across the top of the piano and, a few minutes later, placed the crèche on the runner. She arranged the figures of Mary and Joseph around the baby Jesus lying in a manger.
“You’re late puttin’ that out this year, Ma,” I said.
“Each year there are more and more boxes of Christmas decorations to sort through,” she said.
I strummed several keys with an unmelodic result and heaved a loud sigh.
“Have you decided yet which song you’re going to do for the Christmas service?” she asked ...

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