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…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Heart”)

Phyllis P. ColucciFebruary 23, 2020

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Heart") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence...

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On Valentine’s Day

Sonali MajumdarFebruary 14, 2020

On Valentine's Day written by: Sonali Majumdar This Valentine’s Day I choose not to write about love. I’ve written enough. Something that words can...

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The Feeling of Color

AvaFebruary 5, 2020

The Feeling of Color written by: Ava Do you know that feeling? The feeling of joy? The feeling when you are about to get asked out? Feeling of goin...

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Grey Days

ShadowskyJanuary 27, 2020

Grey Days written by: Shadowsky A colorful life is now grey and dull. They look for the colors in love Just as they begin to fall. The love reminds...

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…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Winter”)

Phyllis P. ColucciJanuary 26, 2020

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Winter") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one se...

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The Center of Feeling

Julia R. DeStefanoJanuary 11, 2020

The Center of Feeling written by: Julia R. DeStefano @J_DeStefano Head upon the pillow, I dream of a love. Name it gentle, name it ravishing, name i...

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Christmas Eve, 1945

Dan WilcoxDecember 24, 2019

Christmas Eve, 1945 written by: Dan Wilcox @Dwclx How I love your round belly, heavy like a fruit cake beneath the tree. You sit tucked in your fla...

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Christmas Belief

Roger TurnerDecember 16, 2019

Christmas Belief written by: Roger Turner @titansdad Have you ever "dashed through the snow in a one horse open sleigh" Seen eight maids a milking ...

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December

Papia RayNovember 29, 2019

December written by: Papia Ray December I dread Will she ferry me across To the year ahead?...

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The Feeling of Being Watched

Paul Anthony ObeyNovember 21, 2019

The Feeling of Being Watched written by: Paul Anthony Obey @TheInvisiblePo1 They don’t like me, these watchers, these deviant spies, As they gather ...

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I Just Feel So Very Happy

Scott RainerNovember 20, 2019

I Just Feel So Very Happy written by: Scott Rainer I just feel so very happy, Like I’m lost in a tranquil dream, Like I'm eating cheesecake with w...

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I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain

SpillwordsOctober 20, 2019

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain a poem by Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it ...

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HungER

Rob ClarkSeptember 29, 2019

HungER written by: Rob Clark @HangryPoet197 Inflicted again My addiction never ends Another vixen w/a pen Riddle me this Sizzled to a crisp Caug...

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A Way To Convey

Aurora KastaniasSeptember 6, 2019

A Way To Convey written by: Aurora Kastanias I would like to find a way, to convey The immensity of a devouring feeling Slowly eating my entrails as...

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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 ...