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Magdalena Podobińska·February 27, 2019

The Clock written by: Magdalena Podobińska The clock is tick tocking lonely hours Not Ours Time’s not my...

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Clockwork

J. G. Elas·February 9, 2017

Clockwork written by: J. G. Elas @jsphelas at one i chained and locked myself inside my closet,...

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Far Our Hours Reached

Rando Mithlo·July 8, 2016

Far Our Hours Reached written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe For what it’s worth, thought of where you...

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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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Le Chapelet Des Jours

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An Unanswered Letter

When The Poem Arrives

The Year of The Sickle

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Life Well Seen

A Kind of Decalogue

Magic Carpet Ride

The Melting

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