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Coming Back Strong

Keith D GuernseyMay 12, 2020

Coming Back Strong written by: Keith D Guernsey @thegurns It was early 1995 and my girlfriend at the time complained that I was having trouble hearin...

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My Phantom Ovaries

Catherine ShieldsJanuary 28, 2020

My Phantom Ovaries written by: Catherine Shields @Catshields1 The doctor wants to remove my what? I wasn’t sure I heard correctly. My uterus? My ov...

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Bionic

Genie NakanoDecember 11, 2019

Bionic written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini my orthopedic surgeon with his deep blue eyes stimulates bionic growth my prosthetic hip hurdles Mt....

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I Just Want To Go Home

Kara JackmanNovember 5, 2019

I Just Want To Go Home written by: Kara Jackman @KaraJ1979 Front clasp Metal on metal Zipped fly Green corduroys Blue Sweater I’m wearing cl...

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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 ...