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Embalm

MadhumitaJanuary 20, 2020

Embalm written by: Madhumita @madhumita6 will time teach me to embalm embalm myself and preserve preserve for you you the cause of my pain pain a...

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The Magic Wand

Jim BatesOctober 28, 2019

The Magic Wand written by: Jim Bates Roxy set her purse in the backroom and got ready to face the raucous crowd at Yesterday's Gone. She checked her...

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Eating Italian: 10:00 PM in Mahopac, NY

Paul FioreJuly 26, 2017

Eating Italian: 10:00 PM in Mahopac, NY written by: Paul Fiore @Lesunfiore falling in love with the waitress of another table...

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Cafe Poet

Alan MitnickAugust 2, 2016

Cafe Poet written by: Alan Mitnick @alan.mitnick sighs in relief when the waitress asks what he's writing....

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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 ...