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The Road Home

Kelli J GavinMay 24, 2020

The Road Home written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I have walked one too many roads A few stray paths have distracted me Not always sure where I ...

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Mother Earth

LizzetMay 16, 2020

Mother Earth written by: Lizzet I walk the Earth Thousand miles to find my route, Mother nurtures me with her petal As the grass tickles the soles ...

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Connor Left Home Today

Daniel S LiuzziMay 7, 2020

Connor Left Home Today written by: Daniel S. Liuzzi @DanielSLiuzzi A man no longer a boy Only listens to what the apricot man tweets Sees a Pandemi...

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Springtime For Finland (2020)

Paula PuolakkaMay 7, 2020

Springtime For Finland (2020) written by: Paula Puolakka My fellow Finns used to laugh at me as well as mock and ridicule me when I used to tell them ...

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Is This What It’s To Come?

Jack Wolfe FrostApril 30, 2020

Is This What It's To Come? written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter Is this what it’s come to, my struggles and strifes, Breaking my back for t...

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Forgetting

Richard RebelApril 28, 2020

Forgetting written by: Richard Rebel At the corner Nicholas got off the 452, ducking over the road and behind the bus as it slugged away with a low ...

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OMENA

Victor FeinApril 22, 2020

OMENA written by: Vitor Fein We met while visiting an art store far north in Michigan. We had dropped our son off at a volleyball camp where he...

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A Day Like This

Wolfgang H.April 7, 2020

A Day Like This written by: Wolfgang H. Living in the fast lane. But ever so slowly. Daily press announcements somersault. There is a lot to report t...

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Life In Times of Corona

Rana Preet GillApril 5, 2020

Life In Times of Corona written by: Rana Preet Gill @DrRanaPreetGill The air is glum. It reeks of a strange kind of solitude. An imposed loneliness...

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Silent Night

Naseha SameenMarch 19, 2020

Silent Night written by: Naseha Sameen @nasehaSameen Silent night is howling I want to go home again I missed the turn, The home I knew is gone I...

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Regrets

Carl ParsonsMarch 12, 2020

Regrets written by: Carl Parsons He’d been away a long time. Now he was home again—in the same town where he’d been born decades ago. But why had he...

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She Smiled and Said

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)February 27, 2020

She Smiled and Said written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass) @skyinthegrass Whose light fell, once the sky cleared. What haunted scripture, legen...

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If I Am Being Honest

Deon BuysFebruary 19, 2020

If I Am Being Honest written by: Deon Buys If I'm being honest, she tasted like the night sky, and in the colours of the grass and the smell of her...

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Long Path To Home…

Jan SmithFebruary 12, 2020

Long Path To Home... written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL This February breeze chills She lifts the collar of her deep scarlet coat Hair gold, windswe...

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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 ...