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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...

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Maestro

Thaddeus HutyraApril 16, 2020

Maestro written by: Thaddeus Hutyra @teddy9999 I sat in the theater box Almost half-sleep. Maestro entered the podium A virtuoso conductor With...

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Caught In Time

Sharona ReevesApril 1, 2020

Caught In Time written by: Sharona Reeves Paid our dues Flipped the script Beat the blues You are my muse Our love the canvas Brilliance in the...

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Adventure

Eliza SegietMarch 11, 2020

Adventure written by: Eliza Segiet translated by: Artur Komoter Between the Panamanian Passage, the surrounding water, fragments of ancient civ...

EnglishInternationalPoetryPolish1 min read

As Common As Grief

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)February 7, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XVII As Common As Grief written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay A local story tells of a dam that blocked a cr...

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In The Beginning…

Elaine MarieFebruary 3, 2020

In The Beginning... written by: Elaine Marie @ElaineMarieCar1 In antiquity, I knew you… as the age-old chant began. I felt you course within me, at ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Triangulo de Amor

Robert Allen GoodrichJanuary 29, 2020

Triangulo de Amor written by: Robert Allen Goodrich Huele a peligro tu regreso a mi vida porqué ahora estoy confundido no sé que pensar, no sé que d...

PoetrySpanish0 min read

New Year’s Resolution

Dawn DeBraalJanuary 25, 2020

New Year's Resolution written by: Dawn DeBraal Berta didn’t make New Year’s resolutions. They were nothing but disappointments and chances to beat y...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

Goodbye Over The Rainbows

Madhumita SinhaJanuary 25, 2020

Goodbye Over The Rainbows written by: Madhumita Sinha @madhu_723 In this noisy world All I look for is some quietude The noise outside The noise i...

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Floating On The Ground

Tina Privitera-ReynoldsJanuary 17, 2020

Floating On The Ground written by: Tina Privitera-Reynolds Why did I think this? school was coming. endless practicing of the lowercase letter “a” ...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

Major in the Land of Giants

Asad MianJanuary 12, 2020

Major in the Land of Giants A Travelogue (of sorts) written by: Asad Mian @amian74 My trip to the high and mighty mountains of Pakistan, the secon...

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Mountain Lake

Elan MudrowJanuary 9, 2020

Mountain Lake written by: Elan Mudrow @elanmudrow I sit with her Placing her in memory Giving thoughts strength, yet In her silence, she frightens...

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Ghost Writer From The Sky

Doug HawleyDecember 23, 2019

Ghost Writer From The Sky smart car 17 written by: Doug Hawley @dougiamm Sheila told Duke, “Hurry up we want to get there before dark”. They had j...

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Perhaps Truth

Mike TurnerDecember 10, 2019

Perhaps Truth written by: Mike Turner Perhaps Truth Being ultimate So all encompassing In its completeness is beyond our mortal comprehension A pi...

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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 ...