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Io Sono Il Vesuvio

Maurizio Ricci·July 28, 2017

Io sono il Vesuvio poesia by: Maurizio Ricci @MaurizioRicciOF Io sono il Vesuvio l’anima incandescente per voi...

International Italian Poetry

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Eruption

Criss Tripp·September 23, 2016

Eruption written by: Criss Tripp @CrissTripp Somber they found me, to be in need; Dormant and still,...

English

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Volcán

Jose A Gomez·September 1, 2015

Volcán Original Poem By José Gómez Cumbre tumultuosa explotando tu cimiento revientas tu rebeldósa lirio blanco y la...

Jose A Gomez Spanish

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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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Good To The Last Drop

An Unanswered Letter

THE BUSHMAN

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Barbara Avon

Spotlight On Writers – Francisco Bravo Cabrera

Interview Q&A With John Anthony Fingleton

Tomorrow There Is A Snake

Life Well Seen

Sztorm

Where the Stone Turns to Fire

Sun Bright/Sunburn

The Sleeze Who Did Not Freeze

A Graveyard Full of Roses

A Lass From A Volcano Isle

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Io Sono Il Vesuvio

Eruption

Volcán

An Unanswered Letter

When The Poem Arrives

The Year of The Sickle

Tú, Belleza Del Mundo

Pandemic

Contagion is A Despot Poet

The Govner

Life Well Seen

A Kind of Decalogue

Magic Carpet Ride

The Melting

Lonely Wanderer