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Opening The Space

Cheyenne MarcelusMay 21, 2020

Opening The Space written by: Cheyenne Marcelus I bruised my shins and scraped my elbows trying to dance in this tight space I grazed my forehead o...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

PRZESTRZEŃ NAD JAŚNIEJĄCYM BRZEGIEM MORZA

Konrad StawiarskiApril 29, 2020

PRZESTRZEŃ NAD JAŚNIEJĄCYM BRZEGIEM MORZA written by: Konrad Stawiarski Perkalu złocisty przyjmij światło światła, kiedy obudzeni nagle wstaną w mi...

InternationalPoetryPolish1 min read

Suncatcher On The Space Station

Robyn MacKinnonApril 26, 2020

Suncatcher On The Space Station written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat multi-universe suncatcher without the sun on the space station NOTE...

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Silence!

Adriana MorganFebruary 29, 2020

Silence! written by: Adriana Morgan @Adriana39863076 Silence! I said. But she kept talking about her problems, her hopes... I couldn't care less f...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

The American President, A.D. 2169-2077

Tom BallFebruary 26, 2020

The American President, A.D. 2169-2077 written by: Tom Ball As President, I said I wanted what was best for the masses. And the economy grew 10% in ...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

Open Space

Ayo GutierrezFebruary 15, 2020

Open Space written by: Ayo Gutierrez @AbangganCarolyn Tonight the sky is pregnant with bulbous clouds Kiss me now before it rains My arms have be...

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Pendrive

HsenuraJanuary 7, 2020

Pendrive written by: Hsenura @ARArunesh Lying small, detached With plain nothingness, I watched her work Buzzing like the bees! Standi...

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Crossword

ArikuiDecember 27, 2019

Crossword written by: Arikui Never a cross word in all those years? That isn’t true. Still, we learned to read each other’s clues, knew the differe...

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A Speck of Dust

Mona LisaDecember 12, 2019

A Speck of Dust written by: Mona Lisa I am nothing, But a speck of magic dust, I breathe in time, Breathe out life, Live in a space, With no expe...

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I Feel Like An Alien!

Arpan ChristyNovember 5, 2019

I Feel Like An Alien! written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy It was all different previously. It wasn’t a city only! This world used to be a whol...

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I Have My Space

Henry BladonSeptember 27, 2019

I Have My Space written by: Henry Bladon I probably look pretty sad, sitting here alone in this seat, pitiful, pathetic, even but I hav...

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Time Dilation

Arpan ChristySeptember 26, 2019

Time Dilation written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy Possibility of our meeting or conversation gets created only near the center of the black-...

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The Historian

Paula PuolakkaSeptember 20, 2019

The Historian written by: Paula Puolakka It’s not progressive if it’s destroying Nature. We human beings are deaf, dumb, and blind, but maybe the technol...

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Deep In The Heart of Heaven

David DephyAugust 6, 2019

Deep In The Heart of Heaven written by: David Dephy Here is the news — we have seen what we thought was unseeable, this is the smile in the dark, th...

EnglishFeatured PostPoetry1 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 ...