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The Elements

Glynn SinclareFebruary 25, 2020

The Elements written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare When you stand on the shore, with the sand under your feet. Out there is the southern hemisphe...

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Open Space

Ayo GutierrezFebruary 15, 2020

Open Space written by: Ayo Gutierrez @AbangganCarolyn Tonight the sky is pregnant with bulbous clouds Kiss me now before it rains My arms have be...

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The Elements of Life

KL MerchantDecember 2, 2019

The Elements of Life written by: Kayleigh Merchant A burning knowing of feeling like you can tell how something will turn out before it happens, Dr...

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Echoes

Gigi BalitaOctober 8, 2019

Echoes written by: Gigi Balita I never wanted to be a small matter But I was conceived. I never wanted to become a bigger particle But I some...

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Domination

Adnan Shafi (Adi)September 11, 2019

Domination written by: Adnan Shafi (Adi) Cataclysm crying gust- No hankering, attenuated bodies, Scrunching afterimage of the repugnant and p...

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Picture Perfect

Sarmistha GuptaJuly 24, 2019

Picture Perfect written by: SARMISTHA GUPTA @9903992790Gupta A Picture frame strung by the walls of my mind Clasped in gold and threaded in the lini...

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Mystic World

Dr. Nikhat BanoMarch 21, 2019

Mystic World written by: Dr. Nikhat Bano This stoic world seems an end of all pathways wise, was coerced into this labyrinth by the wily will of mine...

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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 ...