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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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Guantanamera

James StraussMarch 29, 2020

Guantanamera written by: James Strauss @JStraussAuthor The winds off of Lake Eerie blew cold and hard through the streets of downtown Buffalo. New ...

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I Saw The Face of God

Hanna Abi AklMarch 18, 2020

I Saw The Face of God written by: Hanna Abi Akl @HannaAbiAkl On a storefront Selling second-hand computer hardware Hard drives, disks, keyboards ...

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Unhappy Santa

Dawn DeBraalDecember 22, 2019

Unhappy Santa written by: Dawn DeBraal The night before Christmas. At Waldman-Coast's store, Santa had had it. His patience was, wore. Mom raised he...

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The Candy Store On Queens Boulevard

Anita G. GormanNovember 8, 2019

The Candy Store On Queens Boulevard written by: Anita G. Gorman @aggorman In the 1940s on Queens Boulevard near my house in Elmhurst, Queens, there s...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

Eleanor and The Body Stretcher

Phyllis SouzaAugust 4, 2019

Eleanor and The Body Stretcher written by: Phyllis Souza The year was 1953. After school on Thursdays and Fridays and all day on Saturdays, Elean...

EnglishLiterature5 min read

Cosmetics Lady From Hell

Stephanie MusarraJune 11, 2019

Cosmetics Lady From Hell written by: Stephanie Musarra @dungeonwriter39 “What did this building use to be?” Terri asked herself, as she looked u...

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Eww Day Toilette

Stephanie MusarraApril 16, 2019

Eww Day Toilette written by: Stephanie Musarra @dungeonwriter39 “Ugh! I can’t believe these lower-class people are standing here in line for the...

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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 ...