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Float

R.E HengstermanMay 28, 2019

Float written by: R.E Hengsterman @robhengsterman With a flick of his fingernail, he decapitates the honeybee, pinching its head and limp, probo...

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Fearful Moments of Tranquility

George Gad EconomouMay 10, 2019

Fearful Moments of Tranquility written by: George Gad Economou @GeorgeGad17 calm before the storm, as drinks are poured, a hot embrace sought, f...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Circling The Drain (CTD)

Saira ViolaSeptember 6, 2018

Circling The Drain (CTD) written by: Saira Viola @sairaviola The glitzy eye of the capital dimmed by savage wage cuts, job losses, unlicensed...

EnglishLiterature12 min read

Vicio

Jose A GomezJune 21, 2018

Vicio written by: José A Gómez Como explicar esta compulsión que atrae y me lleva a ese deseo maligno, que envenena mi espíritu e intranquiliza mi a...

Jose A GomezPoetrySpanish2 min read

Sweet Whispers Of The Night

George Gad EconomouApril 8, 2018

Sweet Whispers of the Night written by: George Gad Economou The strong scent of pot was the first thing to hit her nostrils as soon as she wal...

EnglishLiterature75 min read

Sweet Vice

Amanda EifertFebruary 8, 2017

Sweet Vice written by: Amanda Eifert @mandibelle16 Load my shoulders so I hold, The world I live, balanced on my shoulders. And I place it in your ha...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

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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 ...