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StoryNice to see you Truth42179 years 10 months ago
StoryOn My Soap Box (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano249 years 10 months ago
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Story'Incident on the Line' Silver Spun Sand219 years 10 months ago
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Blog entryStory and Poem of the Year 2014 Insertponceyfre...1410 years 8 months ago
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StoryThe nights before Christmas MJG510 years 9 months ago
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StoryThe Last Act of Love. celticman1310 years 9 months ago
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StoryLullaby, lull our senses. lenchenelf910 years 10 months ago
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StoryAlbatross Silver Spun Sand2210 years 11 months ago
StoryNettles Lemon Tarte611 years 3 months ago
StoryLara's Song cabruce611 years 3 months ago

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To the 185,000 retirees of the Ontario Teachers’ Pension Plan, in commemoration of the expansion of Bristol Airport

For the 185,000 retirees of the Ontario Teachers’ Pension Plan in Commemoration of the Expansion of Bristol Airport, February 2022. Let the cash flow...
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Ruby Red

Ruby Reds don’t walk; they embark gingerly freighted, on tip-toe cloven hooves, lumbering beef larders of marbled meat Soft-mouthed, loaded heads...
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Hart's Tongue Fern in March 2020

Fibrous rooted, undivided fronds, compressed into coal that powered a globe. W avy outline of a deer’s tongue, wound-healing absorber of heavy metals...
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A Haunting

Prologue I used to think ghosts were frightening. On TV, they were inevitably Victorian, dressed in black and wafting around graveyards or creaking...
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Poem of the week

A Slip of the Mother Tongue

Dialect of my mother - burbled from rain-sodden currents in Derry’s Foyle, meltwater brogue of bogs, fairies and goblins, smoky with bacon, whiskey...
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