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Polly Oliver·January 12, 2018

Rider written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones Through wet-silver’d lanes arc’d over with green deep as myth you...

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4 Miles

Robbie Masso·November 3, 2017

4 Miles written by: Robbie Masso @robbie.masso A rut. A rut lasting 15 plus years. A rut...

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25 Words 25 Years

Ingela·November 20, 2016

25 words 25 years written by: Ingela(saja) @ingelasaja Interest Infatuation Passion Love Happiness Affection Safety Betrayal Devastation...

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Taking Chances

Angel_Face44·October 28, 2016

Taking Chances written by: AngelFace44 @AngelFace4459 One year to the day hard choices made, he took a chance....

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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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Rider

4 Miles

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Taking Chances

In The Shadow of The Sun God

The Keeper of The Universe

Star-Gaze

Butterflies

Interview Q&A With John Anthony Fingleton

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Leaving Blue Doors

Of Dreams and Delirium

Random Rainbows

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