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Stories I never read in booksA Poem by Kelly ScheppersEvery morning was coffee with cream, two sugars a strawberry preserve was spread neatly across the toasted bread, with a.. |
See for MeA Poem by Debbie BarryA new nursery rhyme, inspired by my own severe vision loss, intended to resemble a traditional nursery rhyme. |
Coconut IceA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe lived in a strange old gabled houseBut she rarely came outside,I’d glimpse her up on the balconyBut she’d see me, and she’d hide.. |
Ask the TreeA Story by YouoweYoupay"But first," my great grandfather said, "a tree has to grow before the figs grow!" |
A Balcony ViewA Poem by Madeleine CelesteEver heard of a metaphor? This is like that, only more depressing. |
Monday's Laundry - Poem #74A Poem by torittoHow white is Monday’s laundry against the bright blue sky of Summer hung from a clothesline stretching from a third floor window to the tel.. |
My Grandmother.A Poem by OnlymeWhite hair with steel curlers tightly wrapped aroundher curls. Some blue setting lotions tokeep it in check and help it set nice and firm.When the rol.. |
To Grandmother and MotherA Poem by William RousseauThis is a poem written in the midst of nostalgia. |
Sympathetic (sorry-for-myself)A Poem by PatrickPinkCurrently, I'm dealing with a broken ankle and shattered bones in my foot. Just some thoughts I've had since. |
Families. Who wants one?A Story by OnlymeGit is a term of insult with origins in [English] denoting an unpleasant, silly, incompetent, annoying, senile, elderly or childish person. |
A Glass of WaterA Poem by Caius FrankThe ice in the glass of water next to me shifts |
for you, my loveA Poem by maddy trudela little poem about death and the grave affects it has on each individual. |
For My Great-Nanny 90th BirthdayA Poem by L.J BunnFor my Great-Nanny 90thBirthdaybyLucy Caglar (Bunn)Nanny Lyons in case you didn’t know,I want you to hear it from me,You’re more precious .. |
15. BEVERLEY’S STORYA Chapter by Peter RogersonTHE BODY IN THE STREAM - 15 |
Poems about ChildrenA Story by Michael R. BurchPoems about ChildrenThe DeskbyMichael R. Burchfor JeremyThere is a child I used to knowwho sat, perhaps, at this same deskwhere you sit now, and made .. |