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Unclad…

Monica St HillaireMay 22, 2020

Unclad... written by: Monica St Hillaire I wish to see you bare... It is not your flesh I seek. But the burning fire, Fueled by the being that is y...

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Jackass

James YesleyMay 8, 2020

Jackass written by: James Yesley The world continues to push. It's like I'm still on night shift. Laying around, getting shitfaced before work. O...

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We Are Zombies

Rex Carey ArrasmithMay 2, 2020

We Are Zombies written by: Rex Carey Arrasmith @wrecks_writes I'm walking my dog, greeting the zombies. Do they know they're zombies? I ask the goth...

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A Dream I Dreamt

Broken MontagueApril 22, 2020

A Dream I Dreamt written by: Broken Montague I woke up from a dream, From a very bad dream. There, I saw myself; A broken side of myself. I ran ...

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The Complete Mother

Rakshinda MujeebApril 1, 2020

The Complete Mother written by: Rakshinda Mujeeb @rakshindatweets Humeirah rubs her bloodshot eyes as she is struggling to wake up from a four-hour...

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I Am In Awe Of You…

Anabela LoureiroMarch 12, 2020

I Am In Awe Of You... written by: Anabela Loureiro I am in awe of you... The way your eyes see beauty in everyone and everything. The way you acce...

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Dignity

CJ DelousMarch 7, 2020

Dignity written by: CJ Delous The Seagulls used to be Angels according to a Nordic legend that I probably don't understand. They have become this w...

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Existing Has Never Been A Sin

Linda M. CrateFebruary 28, 2020

Existing Has Never Been A Sin written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe i was simply walking when i was greeted with, "queer girl, what's the time...

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Life Passed Him By

Paddy MullenFebruary 25, 2020

Life passed him by written by: Paddy Mullen He sits, staring into the dusky haze of the dying day. Coldness creeps in the room as the monotonous tic...

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The Veil of Happiness

Ximena EscobarFebruary 22, 2020

The Veil of Happiness written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin the water veiling her gaze was home, not sadness, a Sea of Transparency, a throne, a ...

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We Are Travelers

Andrea MyingaFebruary 17, 2020

We Are Travelers written by: Andrea Myinga At a time, being young, crowns blanked, Dreaming, but not of becoming someone, Simply eyeing the hands ...

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Heart Song

Tanya RakhFebruary 8, 2020

Heart Song written by: Godfrey Holy and Tanya Rakh I will shut my eyes I will find you here underneath the pain inside this museum of endless hear...

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Destiny

PhlammesJanuary 28, 2020

Destiny written by: Phlammes Dotted in blunts of its innate ascriptions. the very reason for existence, carved in abstract of a purported virtue.&nb...

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In Your Eyes

Luzviminda G. RiveraJanuary 25, 2020

In Your Eyes written by: LUZVIMINDA G. RIVERA I still remember when I first gazed upon your eyes So afraid I would see the Reasons of the existence...

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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 ...