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The Flooding of Sweetface Valley

Steve CarrMay 21, 2020

The Flooding of Sweetface Valley written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 The river is a powerful thing. Its mighty flow that began from a melting gla...

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From Main Street To Walmart

John GreyMay 12, 2020

From Main Street To Walmart written by: John Grey The movie house marquee is devoid of coming attractions. Nothing’s been on its way for as long as...

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What She Knew

Michael BallAugust 13, 2019

What She Knew written by: Michael Ball @whirred She hated her own small teeth —thought they looked like Chiclets. She chose smarmy Claude. Her fri...

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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 ...