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Our Mobiles by Paul Brookes
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Gross Domestic Product by Carolyn O’Connell
Black Friday, Cyber Monday, Boxing Day shops display bargains decked to entice feet follow the siren call and fingers tap the dance of consumption’s cravings for new, more, next , brighter, better.…
Happy Christmas and a Peaceful New Year to everyone.
Time to Celebrate
In. the thin light, long nights
we gather, trees decked with light,
gifts wrapped and food prepared;
friends and family travel speeding
to the comfort of home, memories
of childhood past and newly laid
forgetting for a time the trauma of the year.
Pausing to celebrate the moment
a child was born, a star guided
strangers to a stable, shelter to
a homeless family, outcasts from the
bustle of the inn’s warmth.
Behind the drawn curtains, sparkling lights
the gathered friends and family
the joy of celebration pause, step outside
and look again for the single star
and when you see if breathe and think
take time away from celebrating
to find the peace, promised by the child
the birth outside the town, signalled
by a star, and strangers, travelling
celebrating this small birth.
Carolyn O’Connell 2016(c)\
Call for Submissions: A Face in the Mirror, a Hook on the Door (An Anthology of Urban Legends & Modern Folklore)
We are now accepting submissions of poetry and flash fiction based on urban (or rural, or suburban, or the internet…) legends and modern folklore from any culture and any continent until Mond…
The Power of the Word
He lay silent,
wordless trapped in a body of pain
no movement possible no hope of recovery.
Outside the trees sang their arias
conducted by the breeze
it was a painting of life
his eyes rested on the light.
She sat beside him stroking his hand
passing the touch of life with every stroke
as she read poetry the soft words
familiar rhythms entered his ears
brought healing peace through this sense
as the day slipped into evening’s song
the poems became prayers.
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Love On the Wall
She sat on the river bank with easel, paints and brushes waiting to capture blushing clouds, the heather great mountain brooding over ripe green fields, and the blues of the river swirling our secr…
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Love Is
Love is quiet breathing in the gasps of lovers, passion spent. Love is gentle with arms outstretched to comfort those whom life breaks. Love is kind it eases hurt with a smile least damage break th…
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Convergence of Healing
She had returned from the sun when I visited her smile embraced us welcome as the warmth of the sofa, where we sat together, her restraint soaked the air stifling our words. Suddenly her eyes fille…
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About
Throughout history the lives of ordinary – and extraordinary – women have often been ignored, their voices not considered worthy of recording. This project aims to rediscov…
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