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Halloween Harvest

Carmen Baca·October 31, 2020

Halloween Harvest written by: Carmen Baca @carmen_author She didn’t see the fist slamming into her face. She...

English Halloween Literature

·15 min read

The Purpose

Muhammad Mohsin·October 17, 2020

The Purpose written by: Muhammad Mohsin @MemonMohsi What it takes you to live? What is it that...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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

Phyllis P. Colucci·August 30, 2020

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Hell”) written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word...

Editorial English Featured Post

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Siete Clavos

Francisco Bravo Cabrera·July 12, 2020

Siete Clavos written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera En los tiempos buenos o en los tiempos malos, parece...

Poetry Spanish

·1 min read

The Devil’s Heart

Colleen M. Tice·June 13, 2020

The Devil’s Heart written by: Colleen M. Tice @ColleenMarieTi1 The Devil’s voice echoes, “How dare you be...

English Literature

·1 min read

All Those Blurry Faces

George Gad Economou·April 7, 2020

All Those Blurry Faces written by: George Gad Economou @GeorgeGad17 I still recall, faintly, all the barflies...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Everyday I Turn On The News

Jake Cosmos Aller·March 26, 2020

Everyday I Turn On The News written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller every day I turn on the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

All Is Well

Probal Basak·March 23, 2020

All Is Well written by: Probal Basak @pbkeyboy Larry says, “All is well.” Uniform queues up before...

English Poetry

·1 min read

I Saw The Face of God

Hanna Abi Akl·March 18, 2020

I Saw The Face of God written by: Hanna Abi Akl @HannaAbiAkl On a storefront Selling second-hand...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Hell

Jyoti Kalita·March 6, 2020

The Hell written by: Jyoti Kalita @inkandpoesy Darkest hour of night Profanity spits on addiction For the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

All Souls Day

FM Tate·February 8, 2020

All Souls Day written by: FM Tate The front door closes behind you. Uniform creased to perfection....

English Poetry

·1 min read

Magdalena

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi·January 26, 2020

Magdalena written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 You bear the name Of forgiveness and temptation No stones...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Stranger

Solomon Bukenya·January 18, 2020

Stranger written by: Solomon Bukenya Eyes have seen the fires of hell. Flames burning the last of...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Roses

Wolfgang H.·January 3, 2020

Roses written by: Wolfgang H. Roses were pink my love Violets are blue and if you go...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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 ...

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