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Coffee and Flowers
Coffee and Flowers written by: Robyn MacKinnon I noticed the flowers Sunday morning, coffee and compassion’s warm...
Yet Another Autumn
Yet Another Autumn written by: Arouba Abbas It’s October again, Summer lingered long. Leaves have started to...
King Under Moor
King Under Moor written by: Ed McConnell - Up the moor they come like a breeze from out of the earth. The space below...
From These Tulips
From These Tulips written by: Ash Douglas when flowers turn to me I greet them with a...
A Mother’s Death
A Mother’s Death written by: Griffin In the loud rhythm of a sorrowful sky the raindrops descend,...
The Unexpected Lemon
The Unexpected Lemon written by: Christian Ward It appeared overnight as if a lemon tree had been...
What The Silk Remembered
What the Silk Remembered written by: Manpreet Kour I loved the storm more than I feared the...
The Taste of Ancestral Sorrow
The Taste of Ancestral Sorrow written by: Raymond Brunell - The ceramic mug sits warm in my hands, a steady anchor amid the kitchen’s usual hum...
I Can Taste The Distant Rain
I Can Taste The Distant Rain written by: Johnch It’s not without a dust ridden plain Spotted...
The Taste of Memory
The Taste of Memory written by: Dawn Minott This piece of mint upon my tongue, Cool and...
A Homeless Man’s Sestina
A Homeless Man’s Sestina written by: Ed Sams Mexicans at Home Depot face the sun They hope...
Three Men Came To The Dance
Three Men Came To The Dance written by: Russell Colclough Stands the tree on the meadow rise,...
