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Watching You Sleep

Jenny Middleton·January 16, 2020

Watching You Sleep written by: Jenny Middleton Sometimes I watch you sleep, Your mind deserted of day...

English Poetry

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Awakening

Izabella T. Kostka·December 1, 2019

Awakening written by: Izabella T. Kostka It lights up every dawn like fog lights, restarts neurons disconnected...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Rest Your Sweet Soul

Jan Smith·November 9, 2019

Rest Your Sweet Soul written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL Rest your sweet soul Breathe with me… Let...

English Poetry

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The Cocoon

Sofia Kioroglou·November 7, 2019

The Cocoon written by: Sofia Kioroglou Some lazy silkworms woke up this morning After a protracted period...

English Poetry

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Sleepless In Poetry

Vidya Shankar·October 9, 2019

Sleepless In Poetry written by: Vidya Shankar Do poets ever sleep? Does poetry ever rest? Does not...

English Poetry

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No Rest For The Winner

Emily Fluckiger·October 12, 2018

No Rest For The Winner written by: Emily Fluckiger Not even the thick headset could block out...

English Literature

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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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I Rest My Soul

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