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TRUCE

Cristina Munoz·July 27, 2017

TRUCE written by: Cristina Munoz @cristinamunoz8 we swam together racing one another like cheeky alpha children way...

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Swimming With Some Friends

Robyn MacKinnon·February 19, 2017

Swimming With Some Friends found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat forward momentum twinkling constellations Swimming with...

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Skinny Dipping

Joyce Butler·November 16, 2016

Skinny Dipping written by: Joyce Butler @joycebwriter Slow moonlight hurt my eyes near the surface of the...

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Super Serious Question

Robyn MacKinnon·October 21, 2016

Super Serious Question found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Oh my god, I have Super serious...

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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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