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Old Friends

Ian FletcherMarch 17, 2020

Old Friends written by: Ian Fletcher Companions in our youth how competitive we were what things we would do what possibilities lay ahead! We woul...

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An Old Life

SpillwordsJanuary 12, 2020

An Old Life a poem by: Donald Hall Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish mounded softness where the Honda was. Cat fed and c...

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Growing Old

Judge BurdonDecember 29, 2019

Growing Old written by: Judge Burdon I'm sitting here thinking about my folks. It feels like years since I've been home. I've got a feeling like I...

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Just An Old House

Verona JonesDecember 9, 2019

Just An Old House written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Just an old house falling apart, along a mountain interstate. Travelers abandoned their ...

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Lost Forever

Sujata DashDecember 9, 2019

Lost Forever written by: Sujata Dash Somewhere far away the dawn of today the morning and the noon hours all have gone flitting eclipsed into noth...

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The Mystery House on My Street

Linda S. WilliamsOctober 20, 2019

The Mystery House on My Street written by: Linda S. Williams At the end of my street, Just before the country begins Is a big old house in wild...

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Old Words

Brad OsborneOctober 10, 2019

Old Words written by: Brad Osborne Daily the grind To find the words To pen the line As yet unheard To offer thoughts Or new insight Uniqueness ...

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Stone’s Age

Phillip Knight ScottSeptember 27, 2019

Stone's Age written by: Phillip Knight Scott @phillipscott What once was a pebble has gathered no moss, rolling (not yet declining?) towards middle...

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Don’t Ask

Magdalena PodobińskaSeptember 18, 2019

Don't Ask written by: Magdalena Podobińska Don't ask about my age I wouldn't know what to say you see, there were so many birthdays so many d...

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Old Tree

Mitch BenselSeptember 3, 2019

Old Tree written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling I am an old tree my branches know when the storms will destroy when the sun will heal rain's mois...

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The Shivering Hands and Shaky Voices

Anupama MishraJuly 2, 2019

The Shivering Hands and Shaky Voices written by: Anupama Mishra The shivering hands and shaky voices are left alone, nowadays. The days are unpleasan...

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The Shawl

Phyllis SouzaMay 2, 2019

The Shawl written by: Phyllis Souza In Ollie's world, things had changed. She'd grown old— ninety-one. Her olive-skinned hands blemished with liver ...

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Democracy

Ricky HawthorneApril 23, 2019

Democracy written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames I hear him breaking in Carelessly Dismantling the window frame Fearlessly Knowing I am aware of...

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Growing Into It

Lee DunnApril 5, 2019

Growing Into It written by: Lee Dunn So, I saw you many days when I was but a child. You were in fine leaf then. We lassoed you twice, and m...

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“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 ...