Writing Gallery
A Darkness In August…
/Surreptitious Sonnet Day is August…
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…my muse, amusingly, is shy,
her willy-nilly teasing skillfully
tempts me to write some sonnets…
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreEchoes Of Survival
/…-beared, reclining on
The platform, with tattered,
Torn shirt, from an early morning
Jogg, in the joggers…
By Orbindu Ganga
Read MoreLove Blossomed
/…hardly pondered his thoughts
in the first person, and he was hardly
the first person to kindly take
cheap shots at…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreOranges For Christmas
/…on the Christmas table:
one for my cousin and one for me.
No fancy Christmas tree,
just few branches of…
By Petrouchka Alexieva
Read MoreGet Out Of This Swamp!
/…brings people to the extreme,
being vassals to the political teams,
not knowing how, but they spin around
learning pompous terms,…
By Petrouchka Alexieva
Read MorePlaying With Fire
/Reminisce with me a while.
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…put the cart behind the horse
then led Ed to the water—
accompanied by Jill, of…
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreWatching My Mother...
/A young girl is watching…
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…surely help, she says, eyes beaming
Two parts cinnamon, one of cloves, another cardamon
Now you’ll be the cinnamon…
By DJ Elton
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