Writing Gallery
Ode to Brussels Sprouts
/Funny sometimes how …
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Oh! to write a poem about
The humble Brussels Sprout
It looks just like an itty-bitty…
By Mike Turner
Read MoreSkips Its Turn
/Gareth was fed-up and feeling down. January had to be the toughest month of the year. Christmas had been wonderful, family and friends and lots of food and drink. But the dark, bleak days of January were just brutal. The initial…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe Great Devoid
/Hormonic harmonics.
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The harmonies we once enjoyed
now seem to make my wife annoyed,
like games we used to play in bed…
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreNot On Her Watch
/Lynda headed down the street, eyeing the group with suspicion and hostility. As she passed by, she glared intently at them. They were just hanging around, loitering, lurking across the street. The group were trouble, she just knew…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreIf I Never Write Again
/… is not what I do, it's who I am. I've been writing out poems and thoughts since I was old enough to hold a pencil, long before I could even spell words. It's the only part of my identity that I've never…
By Simple Sue
Read MoreHow The Heart Beats
/I wrote this while several miles…
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The line in the woods
breaks for no one
but itself, no one …
By Sam Calhoun
Read MoreBlood for Profit
/A sky torn asunder—
killing fields, children suffer.
The gates of hell fell:
Boeing erased…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreThe Horrendous Pounding
/An exceptionally loud…
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I couldn’t escape from the deafening pulsation.
I saw the curtains swaying from the…
By Debby Hackbarth
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