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The Listeners
The Listeners a poem by: Walter de la Mare “Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller, Knocking...
There Is A House…
There Is A House… written by: Jasmin Fürbach There is a house in New Orleans. A house...
Night Walks During Quarantine
Night Walks During Quarantine written by: Cecilia Kennedy @ckennedyhola The valleys lower and stretch into darkness, followed...
Straw House
Straw House written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard Nestled in a bed woven of twigs, grass, mud, ...
Immunocompromised
Immunocompromised written by: Justin Bell In the mere span of a few months my grandmother became instantly...
Because I Could Not Stop For Death
Because I Could Not Stop For Death a poem by: Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for...
Premonition
Premonition written by: Mark Kodama I My wife dreamed she saw a torn naked body — a hangman’s...
Overcast Life
Overcast Life written by: Shweta Meraki The gloom inside the house felt like an overcast of skies,...
On A Tired Housewife
On A Tired Housewife a poem by: Anonymous Here lies a poor woman who was always tired,...
Survival Challenge
Survival Challenge written by: James H Dobbins, PhD They approached the house early next morning. Moving in...
The Cedar Chest
The Cedar Chest written by: Nancy Lou Henderson @nlhende49 I am a unique, cedar chest. My purpose...
The House
The House written by: Carmen Baca @carmen_author “Don’t you dare hit me!” “Don’t fight me.” The man...
Those Winter Sundays
Those Winter Sundays a poem by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put...
A Cypress In His Own Right
A Cypress In His Own Right written by: Lali Tsipi Michaeli translated by: Michael Simkin I remember...
