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Opening The Space

Cheyenne MarcelusMay 21, 2020

Opening The Space written by: Cheyenne Marcelus I bruised my shins and scraped my elbows trying to dance in this tight space I grazed my forehead o...

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Universal Algorithms

Robyn MacKinnonMay 17, 2020

Universal Algorithms written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat your algorithms now. shakes fist at universe "No, sometimes you sleep" NOTES F...

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Suncatcher On The Space Station

Robyn MacKinnonApril 26, 2020

Suncatcher On The Space Station written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat multi-universe suncatcher without the sun on the space station NOTE...

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Everybody Dance

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 1, 2020

Everybody Dance written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat the power of love needs to take over the world Everbody dance ...

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Power

Aurora KastaniasFebruary 26, 2020

Power written by: Aurora Kastanias A stranded auburn brittle leaf before me surrenders to the deftly sweep of zephyr, coriolically swirling to eleva...

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SEARCHING FOR THE SEED

Dilip MohapatraJanuary 30, 2020

SEARCHING FOR THE SEED written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Standing almost at the finishing line I turn back to retrace the innumerable steps...

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Eyesore

Hanna Abi AklJanuary 21, 2020

Eyesore written by: Hanna Abi Akl @HannaAbiAkl Baby, If you are a shooting star I am the milky way If you are A meteorite I am your orbit If yo...

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Alpha and Omega

Gosha KulisiewiczJanuary 12, 2020

Alpha and Omega written by: Małgorzata Kulisiewicz translated by: Anna Luberda-Kowal Taking away nothing from me you left me bone-less nothingn...

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Dust

Sandy RochelleJanuary 9, 2020

Dust written by: Sandy Rochelle As the boat small but brave drives me to you in the teaming rain. I shall arrive at the shore and love you always. I...

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The Fireflies

David DephyDecember 17, 2019

The Fireflies written by: David Dephy I see the fireflies are rushing to meet the dawn, I see the tears are rushing to meet the calmness, the tears alway...

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The Holy Universe Needs Recharging

Tristan CodyNovember 18, 2019

The Holy Universe Needs Recharging written by: Tristan Cody @TristanCodyPoet There is a holy universe of book bags and dirty little hands reaching...

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I Feel Like An Alien!

Arpan ChristyNovember 5, 2019

I Feel Like An Alien! written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy It was all different previously. It wasn’t a city only! This world used to be a whol...

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Delicate Cravings

Madhumita SinhaOctober 14, 2019

Delicate Cravings written by: Madhumita Sinha @madhu_723 I crave for you For you I Yearn So deeply So intensely It’s a heartache Deep in my soul...

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Contemplating Clouds

Charlie BottleOctober 12, 2019

Contemplating Clouds written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle I watch calm clouds, eiderdowns of the skies, borrow hues from the rising sun, and...

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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 ...