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Remind Me

Heidi BakerMarch 28, 2020

Remind Me written by: Heidi Baker @heidib19 Remind me how to write poetry, when I cannot see each individual tree. When did we change the speed l...

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Birches

SpillwordsMarch 15, 2020

Birches a poem by: Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's ...

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The Plum Tree

Prabhanjan K. MishraMarch 8, 2020

The Plum Tree written by: Prabhanjan K. Mishra I wonder… if this fruity fragrance in air wafts from my skin, its tangy-sweetness tingling, misting...

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Into The Black Maple

Rando MithloMarch 1, 2020

Into The Black Maple written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe The afternoon sunlight shines through the pointed leaves of this one-hundred-year-old Black ...

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Gathering

Kelley FarrellFebruary 20, 2020

Gathering written by: Kelley Farell @elleykawrites You always said the kitchen was our gathering place. “Over fine food families are saved.” ...

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Jabberwocky

SpillwordsFebruary 9, 2020

Jabberwocky a poem by: Lewis Carroll 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mom...

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Il Mandarino Solitario

Francesco AbateJanuary 26, 2020

Il Mandarino Solitario written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Un mandarino solitario appeso al ramo guarda malinconico la casa lontana in cui...

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I Fell Asleep Under The Borrachero Tree

Nick GerrardJanuary 4, 2020

I Fell Asleep Under The Borrachero Tree written by: Nick Gerrard The boat builder finished up for the day as the sun was coming down over the bay. R...

EnglishLiterature20 min read

A Cypress In His Own Right

Lali Tsipi MichaeliJanuary 1, 2020

A Cypress In His Own Right written by: Lali Tsipi Michaeli translated by: Michael Simkin I remember a cone shaped cypress Reaching the sky I rememb...

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Lonesome Willow

Randal A. Burd, Jr.December 26, 2019

Lonesome Willow written by: Randal A. Burd, Jr. @COLONELRANDAL The willow softly whispers words of wisdom in the summer wind. I meditate and contem...

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Winter

BogpanDecember 16, 2019

*** (Winter) written by: Bogpan @panbog2 pigeons bristled up I am walking in from the terrace now here we are me pine tree and pigeons and Chri...

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Christmas Love

Mir-Yashar SeyedbagheriDecember 14, 2019

Christmas Love written by: Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri Christmas Eve. Older sister Nancy and I are home alone again. We decide to have our own Christmas...

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The Kanzan

Massimiliano (Max) BianchiDecember 10, 2019

The Kanzan written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 The Kanzan is now calling Joy, sadness, delusion My emotions are all gathering And I s...

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The Old Sumac

huntersjamesNovember 11, 2019

The Old Sumac written by: huntersjames @huntersjames Beautiful ancient darkness came before the roots And after, light remained still so obscure Is...

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“Lock down, lock down. We are now on lock down.” The receptionist’s voice came over the school intercom over the incessant buzzing of the alarm bells located in every hall of every phase of the building. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t in my regular classroom with my fourth period of thirty-one freshmen. I was teaching my last class of the day in the computer lab of phase five, one of the more isolated wings of the large oddly-shaped school where I’d been teaching for years. There were only seven students in class that day, it being a Friday afternoon ...