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Fishes and Me

Kuni ShimizuJuly 11, 2019

Fishes and Me written by: Kuni Shimizu Like most any kids, I did my share of fishing when I was small. In the area where I lived, there were many po...

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Seagulls

Kashiana SinghJune 26, 2019

Seagulls written by: Kashiana Singh Whites afloat with momentous ballet moves. Screeching sounds of freedom songs. Salty wings frolic into a magical l...

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Double Dip

Tim GardinerMay 10, 2019

Double Dip written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 I question the wisdom of the race at the start. Yesterday's run at Hackney Marshes is still felt ...

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A Game of Two Halves

Tim GardinerApril 6, 2019

A Game of Two Halves written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 Match day arrives, 12 November 1988, Norwich City versus Sheffield Wednesday in League ...

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Ready To Go

Tim GardinerMarch 8, 2019

Ready To Go written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 Anita’s enthusiasm pulls us through another tardy Wednesday afternoon, spewing forth Larkin’s ma...

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Defib

Tim GardinerFebruary 10, 2019

Defib written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 I run past the memorial bench by the lake and up Eve Hill. After a brief moment to catch my breath on ...

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Matsushima

Tim GardinerOctober 21, 2018

Matsushima written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 A pregnant moon rises above the bay, illuminating limestone islands. My boat weaves in and out of...

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Oulton John

Tim GardinerSeptember 24, 2018

Oulton John written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 Ten years have passed since I was made redundant from Pleasurewood Hills. Busking on the corner ...

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Shamelessly

Genie NakanoMay 23, 2017

Shamelessly written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini White cane tapping He wants to cross the street He is blind so I stare shamelessly into his eyes...

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Urbania

Genie NakanoMarch 31, 2017

Urbania written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini Running through wheat fields and skipping stones across the river are not my childhood memories. ...

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Her Mother’s Mirror

Allyson LyonJuly 29, 2016

Her Mother's Mirror written by: Allyson Lyon @aroamingpoet Miles above, the water is as still as the glass of her mother’s mirror. It does not ...

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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 ...