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All Hallows

Maggie O'Brien·October 24, 2019

All Hallows written by: Maggie O’Brien Gather around me. Listen. Draw near. I’ll tell you a tale...

13 Days of Halloween English Featured Post Halloween Poetry

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GREEN SHOES

James Bell·November 2, 2017

GREEN SHOES written by: James Bell @bel_avocat Heeled green shoes You made me choose Worn on endless...

English Poetry

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Red Shoes

Natalia Aeschliman·November 8, 2016

Red Shoes written by: Natalia Aeschliman @NataliaAeschlim Watching old photos un-tape themselves from the wall falling in...

English

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The Cobbler

Anne G·September 13, 2016

The Cobbler Collaborating Minds Anne G & J.M.G. I am a cobbler by design Silent witness of...

Anne G English J.m.g Poetry

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Not an obsession

Alyssa Gwen·May 10, 2016

Not an obsession written by: Alyssa Gwen @alyssa_myverses She’s a woman who entrusts her shoes to speak for...

English

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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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