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Cupcakes In The Bathtub

Robyn MacKinnonMay 24, 2020

Cupcakes In The Bathtub written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Self-isolation… 5 cupcakes in the bathtub music library NOTES FROM THE AUTH...

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Immunocompromised

Justin BellMay 22, 2020

Immunocompromised written by: Justin Bell In the mere span of a few months my grandmother became instantly vulnerable and the TV berated her “Elderl...

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Lockdown Nation

James BellMay 13, 2020

Lockdown Nation written by: James Bell @bel_avocat No more early morning walk and commute from the railway station We have, by order, become a...

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Bring On The Clowns!

Donna AfricaMay 13, 2020

Bring On The Clowns! written by: Donna Africa @DonnaAfrica Down, down, down Coming, around, around Where are the clowns Now, now, now? Life bring...

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Solidarity In Crisis

Satabdi SahaMay 10, 2020

Solidarity In Crisis written by: Satabdi Saha Before I offer my views on this subject, there is a need to explore the word 'solidarity' and its rele...

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I Know All About You

Sergio A. OrtizMay 9, 2020

I Know All About You written by: Sergio A. Ortiz @Saore I've walked through your innards your venomous fluids and touched your calloused hands a...

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I Will Not Let Go

YvonneApril 26, 2020

I Will Not Let Go written by: Yvonne Hold on tightly to my hand, Bill Your family cannot come with you But I am here We must isolate you here in th...

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Coping With Reality

Alex Andy PhuongApril 25, 2020

Coping With Reality written by: Alex Andy Phuong COVID-19 has forced everyone I know and love to stay indoors. Sometimes I feel like I am part of th...

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Red Zone Notes II: Somehow It Will Be Alright

Izabella T. KostkaApril 19, 2020

Red Zone Notes II: Somehow It Will Be Alright written by: Izabella T. Kostka It hurts. When you can't hug another person, can't embrace and sha...

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Joy and Lightness

Robyn MacKinnonApril 19, 2020

Joy and Lightness written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat social distancing there is still joy and lightness aim to stop this thing NOTES F...

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Into The Light Again

Maria ChalastaniApril 17, 2020

Into The Light Again written by: Maria Chalastani And when all these shadows of seclusion are coaxed back to their humid cellars and sent to oblivio...

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Elizabeth Hancock Reveals Eyam Plague Village

Jordan TretheweyApril 14, 2020

Elizabeth Hancock Reveals Eyam Plague Village (the Original Case for Social Distancing) written by: Jordan Trethewey @bizarre_quotes Reverend Mompes...

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COVID-19 PANDEMIC

Phyllis P. ColucciApril 12, 2020

COVID-19 PANDEMIC War On The World written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot You came like a thief in the night without warning. You came alive...

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Familiar Tactile World Undone

Angel EdwardsApril 10, 2020

Familiar Tactile World Undone written by: Angel Edwards Tactile world Taboo We can not touch each other Will this teach us love Lonely world new ...

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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 ...