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Red House

Todd Humes·August 8, 2020

Red House written by: Todd Humes Windshield time on highway 86. The artery, dark as coal sleek...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Stay Away

Steve Carr·July 1, 2020

Stay Away written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 The heat was suffocating. The sweat-soaked sheet stuck to Tom’s...

English Literature

·9 min read

The Flooding of Sweetface Valley

Steve Carr·May 21, 2020

The Flooding of Sweetface Valley written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 The river is a powerful thing. Its...

English Featured Post Literature

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Marien Maiden, poetry written by Martina Rimbaldo at Spillwords.com

Marine Maiden

Martina Rimbaldo·May 20, 2020

English International Poetry

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Why The World Stopped

Aida·April 20, 2020

Why The World Stopped written by: Aida Positive or not, with killer virus, people must be self-isolated,...

English Poetry

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You Don’t Know

NilavroNill Shoovro·March 26, 2020

You Don’t Know written by: Nilavro Nill With those two eyes Breathing new horizons You don’t know...

English Poetry

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All Greek To Me

Judge Burdon·March 19, 2020

All Greek To Me written by: Judge Burdon I wonder why most poems are so God damn...

English Poetry

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My Paso Fino

Joni Caggiano·March 7, 2020

My Paso Fino written by: Joni Caggiano @theinnerchild1 Torrents of rain relentlessly fell from the night’s heavy...

English Poetry

·4 min read

This River Accepts Offerings

Michael Ball·January 20, 2020

This River Accepts Offerings written by: Michael Ball @whirred Mighty and powerful and cruel rivers, The Colorado...

English Poetry

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The Ultimate Beast

Susan Wakefield·January 12, 2020

The Ultimate Beast written by: Susan Wakefield When played the crackling sounds of fire Make haste to...

English Poetry

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Razor String Mantra

Don Krieger·September 26, 2019

Razor String Mantra written and performed by: Don Krieger I journeyed to my master’s feet to...

English Poetry

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Howl

Spillwords·September 15, 2019

Howl a poem by Allen Ginsberg For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Take Me Out

Leen De Marez·August 6, 2019

Take Me Out written by: Leen De Marez Lying on the rough concrete of the rooftop, I...

English Literature

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Doll

Ximena Escobar·June 1, 2019

Doll written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin Doll Never got to see the tallest building, highest wheel, Queen...

English Poetry

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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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