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Around The Fire

Peg PrendevilleApril 1, 2020

Around The Fire written by: Peg Prendeville Around the fire we sat each night Chairs pulled together nice and tight Dad made sure the turf was in M...

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The Boy Whose Mother Left

Mir-Yashar SeyedbagheriMarch 24, 2020

The Boy Whose Mother Left written by: Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri @dudesosad I’m the guy whose mother left. In gym, they remind me, their words a chant...

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Blueberry Banter & Blueberry Blues

Fay Marmalich-VietmeierMarch 23, 2020

Blueberry Banter & Blueberry Blues written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier Blueberry beginnings and Blueberry ends, A Valentine verse for my family...

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Uncle George

Gary S. CrawfordMarch 10, 2020

Uncle George written by: Garry S. Crawford @crawsat October 1999 Here comes someone. Wonder who it is? Probably wants something. No one ever com...

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Those Big Eyes

Nancy Lou HendersonMarch 7, 2020

Those Big Eyes written by: Nancy Lou Henderson @nlhende49 Those big eyes, they sparkle and dance, searching the room with just a glance. Eyes with ...

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Death

JahArt KushiteMarch 3, 2020

Death written by: JahArt Kushite you knocked on my door uninvited sneaked into my home unnoticed turned my world upside down dressed in your bla...

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Memories

Glen McKenzieFebruary 28, 2020

Memories written by: Glen McKenzie @justabitfurther the past came rushing through filling the recesses of my mind with flashes blazing backwards t...

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A Woman

Aisha Saidi KinguFebruary 28, 2020

A Woman written by: Aisha Saidi Kingu @KinguAisha From the meaning of her name, From the beauty of her look, From the strength of her voice, A g...

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Biscuit Tin

ArikuiFebruary 17, 2020

Biscuit Tin written by: Arikui Such things she kept, to hold her memories in. A pretty box, a tin, a January journal eternally returning to a long p...

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Motherhood

Sonali MajumdarJanuary 31, 2020

Motherhood written by: Sonali Majumdar Who would I be If not a mother? Even if I hadn’t given birth I would still be a mother. Every girl is a mot...

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Scenes From A Kibbutz Childhood

Merav Zaks-PortalJanuary 19, 2020

Scenes From A Kibbutz Childhood written by: Merav Zaks-Portal @meravzp translated by: Denis Levin Five and a Half Pounds Spring, 1965. A baby gir...

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China Grass Halwa

Kavita Ezekiel MendoncaJanuary 13, 2020

China Grass Halwa written by: Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca My home has square footage, My aunt’s home in the city of my birth Was neither square, nor had...

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If I Move My Foot

Russell ColcloughJanuary 8, 2020

If I Move My Foot written by: Russell Culclough My legs are feeling heavy, bit wobbly, but I'm ok. I bet my young brother Sam is at school now, well...

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To Sing Her Own Song

Mary Ellen GambuttiDecember 29, 2019

To Sing Her Own Song written by: Mary Ellen Gambutti @melcmg Questa was five when she ran in the grass, made sweet clover chains, and picked wild d...

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“Lock down, lock down. We are now on lock down.” The receptionist’s voice came over the school intercom over the incessant buzzing of the alarm bells located in every hall of every phase of the building. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t in my regular classroom with my fourth period of thirty-one freshmen. I was teaching my last class of the day in the computer lab of phase five, one of the more isolated wings of the large oddly-shaped school where I’d been teaching for years. There were only seven students in class that day, it being a Friday afternoon ...