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Cut Down

Ndaba SibandaFebruary 25, 2020

Cut Down written by: Ndaba Sibanda @loveoclockn They bought lawnmower after lawnmower as if they had lots of cash or they had grassland yet they wa...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Stuck Outside Letterkenny

Ricky HawthorneDecember 26, 2019

Stuck Outside Letterkenny written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames Ah, was it this captivating first time ‘round? Too profuse and real for the impati...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

You Are Not Permanent

Asad MianDecember 10, 2019

You Are Not Permanent written by: Asad Mian @amian74 I was in Downtown Denver for a conference. After a few days, and several hours of one particul...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

An Eavesdropper At Large

Joe CushnanNovember 22, 2019

An Eavesdropper At Large written by: Joe Cushnan @JoeCushnan You have rice with it. Everybody does. You do not have chips With chicken a la king. Th...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Mr. Chan’s Novelty Shop

Steve CarrOctober 29, 2019

Mr. Chan's Novelty Shop written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 This Is Not A Toy Store The cold, early morning fog shrouded the narrow alleyway...

13 Days of HalloweenEnglishFeatured PostHalloweenLiterature33 min read

Discconecting Reality, short story by Glenn Bresciani at Spillwords.com

Disconnecting Reality

Glenn BrescianiJuly 27, 2019

Disconnecting Reality written by: Glenn Bresciani SPRING 1993 Okay, I confess: I am a twenty-two-year-old male devoted to computer games. Indulgi...

EnglishLiterature15 min read

Typing Lesson

Carl "Papa" PalmerMarch 11, 2019

Typing Lesson written by: Carl "Papa" Palmer The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog "All the letters in the alphabet are used," Mom explain...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Dead Ringer

Dawn DeBraalFebruary 20, 2019

Dead Ringer written by: Dawn DeBraal Mila looked over many items on the shelf when she came across the bell collection. Hundreds of unique little be...

EnglishLiterature0 min read

Bandit Queen

Mark TulinFebruary 2, 2019

Bandit Queen written by: Mark Tulin @Crow_writer She sits in the coffee shop talking to herself, arguing about things no one understands. Pas...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

A Blues Lesson

David LuomaDecember 30, 2018

A Blues Lesson written by: David Luoma Balance her on your knee like a baby. It’s not a fence post, kid, and you’re no carpenter. Some cats name the...

EnglishLiterature9 min read

A Canterbury Retail

Aaron MarchantDecember 13, 2018

A Canterbury Retail written by: Aaron Marchant Our motives may not be religious, yet still we make our pilgrimages And following a sat-nav star, we...

ChristmasEnglishPoetry0 min read

The Baker Man

RLM CooperOctober 31, 2018

The Baker Man written by: RLM Cooper He not at all likes Halloween And greedy children he can’t stand He hates to hear them run and scream And roam...

13 Days of HalloweenEnglishFeatured PostHalloweenPoetry1 min read

A Paint Shop For The Colour Blind

Roger TurnerFebruary 20, 2018

A Paint Shop For The Colour Blind written by: roger turner @titansdad looking out into the street there's a line a mile long i haven't even opened ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Jingle My Bells The

Paul BrookesJanuary 7, 2018

Jingle My Bells The written by: Paul Brookes @PaulDragonwolf1 Jingle My Bells The message on the front of my Xmas jumper. And one six-foot man in t...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...