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Zagreb & Me

Elke Margaretta·September 27, 2020

Zagreb & Me written by: Elke Margaretta I follow the tramlines into a haze of blue fog,...

English Literature

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Primo Incontro

Stefano Polo·September 20, 2020

Primo Incontro written by: Stefano Polo Come posso dimenticare il primo giorno che ti incontrai… Il mio...

International Italian Poetry

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Quick Confession

Michael Ball·August 6, 2020

Quick Confession written by: Michael Ball @whirred On the ramp to the student union, abruptly halting before...

English Poetry

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Dave and The Tree House

Jim Bates·August 3, 2020

Dave and The Tree House written by: Jim Bates I don’t know why I ended up taking...

English Literature

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Delaware Sheets

Eric Robert Nolan·July 25, 2020

Delaware Sheets written by: Eric Robert Nolan @ericrnolan1 Sharon lies, a sylph amid the sheets in our...

English Poetry

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Smoking Out Agent One

Michael Grotsky·July 13, 2020

Smoking Out Agent One written by: Michael Grotsky In the Sierra Madres, Morrison met somebody who called...

English Literature

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The Pink Cardin

Dan Morey·July 2, 2020

The Pink Cardin written by: Dan Morey In Rome, creativity comes in many forms. As you walk...

English Featured Post Literature

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Scent of A Man

E Barnes·June 19, 2020

Scent of A Man written by: E Barnes She stood behind me in the grocery store. Some...

English Literature

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Rosalia

Anastasia De Benedetto·March 22, 2020

Rosalia written by: Anastasia De Benedetto Un nome che riecheggia nell’aria come una dolce carezza di una...

International Italian Poetry

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Floating On The Ground

Tina Privitera-Reynolds·January 17, 2020

Floating On The Ground written by: Tina Privitera-Reynolds Why did I think this? school was coming. endless...

English Poetry

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Major in the Land of Giants

Asad Mian·January 12, 2020

Major in the Land of Giants A Travelogue (of sorts) written by: Asad Mian @amian74 My trip...

Article English

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The Tome of Cooter Clemons

Marlon Martinez·November 26, 2019

The Tome of Cooter Clemons written by: Marlon Martinez You didn’t know this hombre. Never met him...

English Literature

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In Love With A Smile

Sunil Sharma·September 5, 2019

In Love With A Smile written by: Sunil Sharma @drsunilsharma The coffee shop was surprisingly full on...

English Literature

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Encounter with an African Goddess

RhymeRula·August 29, 2019

Encounter with an African Goddess written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula The sky ebbed and flowed Curious winds centered...

English Poetry

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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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