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The Paradox of Reality

Gosha Kulisiewicz·May 31, 2020

English International Poetry Polish

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The New Normal

Bruce Levine·May 14, 2020

The New Normal written by: Bruce Levine @brucelevine19 The new normal A fork in the road Patterns...

English Poetry

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You Only See

Brad Osborne·January 6, 2020

You Only See written by: Brad Osborne You only see what I want you to see The...

English Poetry

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Avoidance

Nerisha Kemraj·January 6, 2020

Avoidance written by: Nerisha Kemraj Look at us now, we’ve become mere acquaintances in the same place...

English Poetry

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Wave To Tomorrow

R William Standish·January 4, 2020

Wave To Tomorrow written by: R William Standish join the ranks of those moved on before you...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Melnacholy, a poem written by Sumana Bhattacharjee at Spillwords.com

Melancholy

Sumana Bhattacharjee·January 4, 2020

Melancholy written by: Sumana Bhattacharjee Standing alone by the window pane Watching the passersby They all are...

English Poetry

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THE INCURABLE SPELEOLOGIST

Steven Fortune·December 4, 2019

THE INCURABLE SPELEOLOGIST written by: Steven Fortune My cave is waiting for me I register the low...

English Poetry

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The Mist

Brad Osborne·December 2, 2019

The Mist written by: Brad Osborne Is it cloud that falls so gently When mountain top is...

English Poetry

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Last Good-Bye

Ron Kempton·November 10, 2019

Last Good-Bye written by: Ron Kempton Wasn’t no Indian summer that pulled her back from the cyclone...

English Poetry

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The Breath of Love and Death

Gabriela M·November 7, 2019

the breath of love and death written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 emotions leave the wombs of souls...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Prodigal Father

Doug Hawley·September 22, 2019

Prodigal Father written by: Doug Hawley @dougiamm Duke’s Story Part One I was drinking Black Butte Porter...

English Literature

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Mermaid

Lynn White·September 11, 2019

Mermaid written by: Lynn White It was the change in her hair she noticed first growing now...

English Poetry

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My Gypsy Soul

Neera Singhi Choraria·September 6, 2019

My Gypsy Soul written by: Neera Singhi Choraria A gypsy wandering soul, from memories of long ago. Lifetimes...

English Poetry

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Hindsight Is A Distant Shore

Wayne Russell·August 31, 2019

Hindsight Is A Distant Shore written by: Wayne Russell @wayne.russell.378 Dusty fan circulates stale memories, around this...

English Featured Post 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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