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Unfastening

Jenny MiddletonMay 19, 2020

Unfastening written by: Jenny Middleton Gloves lined with silken darkness Welcome my hands to memory; their interior rich with the smooth touch Of ...

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In Memory of Yesook Lee

Joseph AmendolareMay 19, 2020

In Memory of Yesook Lee written by: Joseph Amendolare "You can keep your ID card, just wait a few days and I will get you the 1,000,000 Won", I told...

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Chained

Christine E. RayMay 19, 2020

Chained written by: Christine E. Ray @Christabelle666 silken strands and spun steel compose the knotted memory that holds you fast and taut to ...

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Epilogue

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)May 2, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XX Epilogue: It Was the Sound I Could Not Forget written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay This final poem in th...

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Sorrow

Alta H MabinApril 24, 2020

Sorrow written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin My sorrow will Always find Your memory, And smile...

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A Morning

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)April 10, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XIX A Morning written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay I do remember certain things, nine months later, how it...

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A Vintage Memory

PallaviApril 8, 2020

A Vintage Memory written by: Pallavi Her swiftly failing vintage memory compels her to ask "Who are you?" Unsolicited emotions carefully buried i...

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Guantanamera

James StraussMarch 29, 2020

Guantanamera written by: James Strauss @JStraussAuthor The winds off of Lake Eerie blew cold and hard through the streets of downtown Buffalo. New ...

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Ash to Dust

Ash DouglasMarch 27, 2020

Ash to Dust written by: Ash Douglas @ALittlePunAsh I look, turn around, and see your face then, it falls away like dust like a living dream not ...

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Blueberry Banter & Blueberry Blues

Fay Marmalich-VietmeierMarch 23, 2020

Blueberry Banter & Blueberry Blues written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier Blueberry beginnings and Blueberry ends, A Valentine verse for my family...

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A Seed With A Need

Charlie BottleMarch 16, 2020

A Seed With A Need written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle She asked me "Where is your past?" I replied "it is not a place without me, nor a pl...

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Through The Darkness

Sue Marie St. LeeMarch 8, 2020

Through The Darkness written by: Sue Marie St. Lee The road looked like spilled ink, black and wet, reflecting a lone streetlight in the far-off dis...

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Tsunami

Ricky HawthorneMarch 3, 2020

Tsunami written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames They placed my heavy throne On the tolerant beach as instructed And waited as their Sovereign brace...

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Unconditionally

Alta H MabinMarch 3, 2020

Unconditionally written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin I have gathered All the pieces Our every moment Memories I hold onto The long walks With sand ...

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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 ...