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The Golem

Mike KannerApril 11, 2020

The Golem written by: Mike Kanner @MDKanner Rebecca was in her home office when she heard her grandfather come in. “Zayde, you’re home early.” Reb...

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Cider Fruit

Ricky HawthorneJuly 25, 2019

Cider Fruit written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames Round, rusty red and hanging, Mocking science, rendering Newton absurd Swinging steadily in the...

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RAT CAUGHT BY FOX

Stanley WilkinMarch 2, 2018

RAT CAUGHT BY FOX written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk I watched the fox, rat held firmly in its jaw, Trot across the street, lithely avoiding the...

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Discord

Sunil SharmaApril 21, 2017

Discord written by: Sunil Sharma @drsunilsharma The horns blast, shattering like glass the ear drums in the manic cities across progressing India...

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Urbania

Genie NakanoMarch 31, 2017

Urbania written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini Running through wheat fields and skipping stones across the river are not my childhood memories. ...

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Comfort

Esther VincentDecember 17, 2016

Comfort written by: Esther Vincent @EstherVincentXM For three days now, the solitary egret has given me comfort, soothing the monotony of concrete ...

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Twinkling

Alan MitnickSeptember 5, 2016

Twinkling written by: Alan Mitnick @alan.mitnick My back begs for the sofa, to drape vertebrae over cushions, future fossil me, but my eyes and more ...

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Brooklyn Scapes

Anne GAugust 25, 2015

Brooklyn Scapes A Tale by Anne G The more I think about "My Brooklyn" childhood, the sweeter the memories... During these dog days of summer, I recently r...

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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 ...