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Crash Landing

Annalyn Neo Celeste·August 11, 2020

Crash Landing written by: Annalyn Neo Celeste @LadyTraderrr Mayday! Mayday! Cry from the skyline Drowning in this...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Blurred Photograph

Lilla Latus·July 24, 2020

Blurred Photograph written by: Lilla Latus The girl committed suicide swallowing slowly less and less colourful pills...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Suicide Sprinting

Mickey Mason·July 15, 2020

Suicide Sprinting written by: Mickey Mason depression is the wind blowing out your flame, every time you...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Reason To Be Sad

Alyssa Brocker·June 10, 2020

Reason To Be Sad written by: Alyssa Brocker @Atelgy do you remember your first taste of loss?...

Alyssa Brocker English Poetry

·1 min read

The Coroner’s Gurney

Freya North·June 7, 2020

The Coroner’s Gurney written by: Freya North @FreyaNorth2 “I did my research” the young man sighed, “hanging...

English Literature

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An Almost Made Up Poem

Spillwords·February 2, 2020

An Almost Made Up Poem a poem by: Charles Bukowski I see you drinking at a fountain...

English Literary Greats Poetry

·1 min read

Chasing Cars

Mileva Anastasiadou·December 21, 2019

Chasing Cars written by: Mileva Anastasiadou @happymil_ It was the night before Christmas when I met him...

Christmas English Literature

·11 min read

The Irrelevant Son

Nivedita Das·December 2, 2019

The Irrelevant Son written by: Nivedita Das I am done with life and have consumed poison to end...

English Literature

·1 min read

The Veil of Pain

Glen McKenzie·October 17, 2019

The Veil of Pain written by: Glen McKenzie @justabitfurther despair enveloped each waking moment a shroud of...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Still Water Runs Deep

Dawn DeBraal·October 13, 2019

Still Water Runs Deep written by: Dawn DeBraal Lanette Bradley was voted the prettiest girl at Tioga...

English Literature

·11 min read

Wait

Aditi Dwivedi·October 7, 2019

Wait written by: Aditi Dwivedi I enter the kitchen, barefoot. The cold floor forces my toes to...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Lit, a poem written by Stacy Gardner at Spillwords.com

Lit

Stacy Gardner·August 3, 2019

Lit written by: Stacy Gardner I married a pair of rose colored glasses and was fed to...

English Featured Post Poetry

·2 min read

Misery Severity

Nicole Cheng·July 1, 2019

Misery Severity written by: Nicole Cheng @NicoleCheng13 Hello. I know who you are. You are the girl...

English Poetry

·8 min read

Darkness Incomprehensible

Noah Smith·June 10, 2019

Darkness Incomprehensible written by: Noah Smith Mikhail Andreyevich Zatmeniyev was a shadow. He was also that sort...

English Literature

·14 min read

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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