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Liquid Imagination

Theresa Gaynord·July 21, 2020

Liquid Imagination written by: Theresa Gaynord She dreams in language, a kind of symbolic paint akin to...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Life

Vidya Venkataramanan·July 6, 2020

Life written by: Vidya Venkataramanan The morning was bitterly cold The water frozen, A nip in the...

English Poetry

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If Only Love Can Make You Wise

CB Prasanna Venkatesh·March 11, 2020

If Only Love Can Make You Wise written by: CB Prasanna Venkatesh Time may grab the years...

English Poetry

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Semillas Calladas

Jose A. Tovar·January 19, 2020

Semillas Calladas written by: Jose A. Tovar Dime: ¿de qué religión es el amor, o cuál es...

Poetry Spanish

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What Is Life?

Shubhanshu Shrivastava·January 10, 2020

What Is Life? written by: Shubhanshu Shrivastava @shubhanshu004 Life is a dream when you think about it, A...

English Poetry

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The Tome of Cooter Clemons

Marlon Martinez·November 26, 2019

The Tome of Cooter Clemons written by: Marlon Martinez You didn’t know this hombre. Never met him...

English Literature

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EVEN SMOKE GOES

Anahit Arustamyan·September 20, 2019

EVEN SMOKE GOES written by: Anahit Arustamyan @anonarnune20141 Does this scarlet rose know where the smoke goes?...

English Poetry

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The Tree

Brad Osborne·September 8, 2019

The Tree written by: Brad Osborne Just outside the city lived a tree in the forest. He...

English Literature

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LIFE’S REPLY

Anahit Arustamyan·February 12, 2019

LIFE’S REPLY written by: Anahit Arustamyan @anonarnune20141 The spirit is a script that lies between the lines....

English Poetry

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Rays Of Love

CB Prasanna Venkatesh·January 13, 2019

Rays Of Love written by: CB Prasanna Venkatesh She was five years old Life was sprouting at...

English Poetry

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The Curse Of Writing!

Pranjal Srivastava·December 16, 2018

The Curse Of Writing! written by: Pranjal Srivastava People can dream of becoming a doctor, engineer, scientist...

Article English

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VIDA Y MUERTE

Anne G·December 9, 2018

VIDA Y MUERTE written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Vida primero? Muerte despues? La vida comienza La muerte...

Anne G Poetry Spanish

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Diario De Un Hombre

Jose A Gomez·December 2, 2018

Diario De Un Hombre written by: José A Gómez Caminando por la vida, sin saber a donde...

Jose A Gomez Poetry Spanish

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Of Strays And Newborn Stars

Mohamed Ait Ali·October 19, 2018

Of Strays And Newborn Stars written by: Mohamed Ait Ali Our shameful abhorrence of stray things, ideas...

English Poetry

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John Anthony Fingleton: Was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Now living in Paraguay. Poems published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three produced plays. Poems read on Irish and American radio as well in Spanish on South American broadcasts. Has poems published in Spillwords, Alien Bhudda, The Red Door, Piker Press, Super Poetry Highway, The Writers Magazine, Ariel Chart, and numerous national and international journals, blogs, reviews, and anthologies. Published collections 'Poems from the Shadowlands' was published in 2017, 'Words That Found Me' 2019, 'Poems From The Banks' 2020, 'Poems from a Restricted Place' April 2020, 'Secret Fjords' May 2020 and 'A Gathering Of Words' June 2020. All which are available on Amazon.

A Song for Christmas by Steve Carr

I was sixteen. Ma’s upright piano stood against the wall in the dining room where it had been since Ma and Pa were married. It was Grandma’s piano, but she gave it to my Ma as a wedding present. It was made of mahogany and Ma polished it almost every day. I was sitting at it just plucking randomly on the black keys when Ma placed a bright red runner across the top of the piano and, a few minutes later, placed the crèche on the runner. She arranged the figures of Mary and Joseph around the baby Jesus lying in a manger.
“You’re late puttin’ that out this year, Ma,” I said.
“Each year there are more and more boxes of Christmas decorations to sort through,” she said.
I strummed several keys with an unmelodic result and heaved a loud sigh.
“Have you decided yet which song you’re going to do for the Christmas service?” she asked ...

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