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The Memories We Have Made

Elaine MarieApril 4, 2020

The Memories We Have Made written by: Elaine Marie @ElaineMarieCar1 I don’t remember the moment I knew I was in love with you But I remember the rea...

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Around The Fire

Peg PrendevilleApril 1, 2020

Around The Fire written by: Peg Prendeville Around the fire we sat each night Chairs pulled together nice and tight Dad made sure the turf was in M...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Raining

Simona PriloganMarch 25, 2020

Raining written by: Simona Prilogan @SCotidian It’s raining again cats and dogs Yet longing is flooding my vein And flaming intensely my thoughts ...

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Enduring Love

Rubab AbdullahMarch 21, 2020

Enduring Love written by: Rubab Abdullah I tremble in romance, But indomitably, courageously Whether under thundering clouds Or in the searing Su...

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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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The Giant

Ger WhiteMarch 13, 2020

The Giant written by: Ger White It was just a hill field to the neighbours But we knew it was the Bed of the Giant And when he was heavily breathing...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

A Living Thing

Lee DunnMarch 2, 2020

A Living Thing written by: Lee Dunn @66human Why don’t you see me? Acknowledge me at least. I am a living thing, and you know me. I’m sure ...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

Into The Black Maple

Rando MithloMarch 1, 2020

Into The Black Maple written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe The afternoon sunlight shines through the pointed leaves of this one-hundred-year-old Black ...

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The Waiting Days

Orlando BlakeFebruary 29, 2020

The Waiting Days written by: Orlando Blake Grounds were inundated With chirpy flowers, Some were too small To move a soccer ball, Others made the ...

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Memories

Glen McKenzieFebruary 28, 2020

Memories written by: Glen McKenzie @justabitfurther the past came rushing through filling the recesses of my mind with flashes blazing backwards t...

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Woke Up

Doug HawleyFebruary 23, 2020

Woke Up written by: Doug Hawley @dougiamm During the meditation segment an hour into our three hour intimacy ritual before we touched I was distrac...

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Walking

Henry BladonFebruary 20, 2020

Walking written by: Henry Bladon In my happy memories, we walk towards the pond in the misty air, we walk into the meadow and through th...

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A Bottle Of Tequila

George Gad EconomouFebruary 19, 2020

A Bottle Of Tequila written by: George Gad Economou @GeorgeGad17 a dark room, a functioning keyboard, good songs of leaving and of hurting, and a ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Hurry Back: For Agnes

Mary Ellen GambuttiFebruary 18, 2020

Hurry Back: For Agnes written by: Mary Ellen Gambutti @melcmg I position my mother’s wheelchair against the heavy table in the corner of her room. ...

EnglishLiterature8 min read

“Lock down, lock down. We are now on lock down.” The receptionist’s voice came over the school intercom over the incessant buzzing of the alarm bells located in every hall of every phase of the building. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t in my regular classroom with my fourth period of thirty-one freshmen. I was teaching my last class of the day in the computer lab of phase five, one of the more isolated wings of the large oddly-shaped school where I’d been teaching for years. There were only seven students in class that day, it being a Friday afternoon ...