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The Expansion and Contraction of Me

Deepikaa Chaand·November 12, 2019

The Expansion and Contraction of Me written by: Deepikaa Chaand Coping, walking, coping pacing, racing, pacing panting,...

English Poetry

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Lost and Afraid

Linda R. Alvarez·September 11, 2019

Lost and Afraid written by: Linda R. Alvarez I’m so tired Of merely surviving on things I...

English Poetry

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War-Zone

Nerisha Kemraj·May 31, 2019

War-Zone written by: Nerisha Kemraj They all lie scattered around me. My one-year-old in his crib that’s...

English Literature

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MANCHESTER

Rich·May 22, 2018

MANCHESTER written by: Rich @H3Richard Mayday mayday the call sign for distress Why did we not...

English Poetry

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That’s A Bummer

Robyn MacKinnon·February 25, 2018

That’s a Bummer found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Today is the day my skipping rope...

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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 ...

Features

The Year of The Sickle

Solving The Sandman Series

Long After The Argument

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Francisco Bravo Cabrera

Interview Q&A With John Anthony Fingleton

Spotlight On Writers – Ingrid

The Warriors

Mirror Image

The Year of The Sickle

Wedding Night

Beirut In My Heart

Harlem

Home on The Range

Expression

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The Expansion and Contraction of Me

Lost and Afraid

War-Zone

MANCHESTER

That’s A Bummer

Star-Gaze

Long After The Argument

Solving The Sandman Series

Interview Q&A With John Anthony Fingleton

On Father Turning Eighty in November

A Liberating Dynamic

The Year of The Sickle

You’re Too Much

Harbinger of Winter

Nopales

Horizon

I Just Remember Her