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Christine Coates
Hymns Rivers and stars fill the valley – a hymn some days I write to elephants the colour of stone Sage green olive trees – sharp points push a hymn some days. My heart no longer beats rough and ready… more →
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Christine Coates
wrote 1 month ago: Hymns Rivers and stars fill the valley – a hymn some days I write to elephants the colour of stone S … more →
Suze Francis
wrote 1 month ago: F L O W My writing voice is the texture of pliant: sliding cool, gliding and sheer, seeing and passi … more →
Daisy Jones
wrote 1 month ago: MYSTERY STORY Setting: The Golden Acre, 1985, basement shopping level, 2am Characters: a know-it-all … more →
Chantal Stewart
wrote 1 month ago: The accident by the lake Please watch out for the violin. Don’t damage it. I will come along with yo … more →
Maire Fisher
wrote 1 month ago: From a work in progress Sometimes it feels like writing things down about what is happening here eve … more →
Suze Francis
wrote 1 month ago: S P R I N G H A I K U A green mantilla – It smudges the space between branches and sky. One pink bu … more →
Daisy Jones
wrote 1 month ago: GOLIATH He might well have noticed my belt. Goliath I am, of many years experience in battle, alone … more →
Chantal Stewart
wrote 1 month ago: Mrs Rochester’s Dramatic Monologue Will you come tonight, Edward? It has been many nights sinc … more →
Mary Monaghan
wrote 1 month ago: First The first case I ever cracked was when I was on a train and just as it entered a tunnel … more →
Annette Snyckers
wrote 1 month ago: The Ancestor I have often watched you coming up here where the wind blows by the sea. Here where o … more →
Daisy Jones
wrote 1 month ago: MYSTERY OF MY LIFE: The mystery of the gypsy: “You are pregnant,” the gypsy said. … more →
Annette Snyckers
wrote 2 months ago: Longing by Ttynnare Kneecss (A poem in the free Trectistic form) I feel alone among people running t … more →
Nella Freund
wrote 1 year ago: Sand in my panties I never knew I loved the sea growing up on mine dumps at high altitude dry soi … more →
Christine Coates
wrote 1 year ago: Surprised by love I’ve learned to love the sunrise – I used to sleep long into the morni … more →
Epiphanie Mukasano
wrote 1 year ago: Eve in Kirstenbosch It is strange how many things we love yet do not know we love them sitting with … more →
Karin Andersen
wrote 1 year ago: A Long Haiku of Love Sharing a smile with a stranger forgetting to be afraid folded in your arms I a … more →
Tanya Chan-Sam
wrote 1 year ago: I never knew I loved smells; paint, jasmine, sour rot, decayed flesh, coffee aroma. From Colombia to … more →
Mary Monaghan
wrote 1 year ago: I never knew I loved waves until I lived in my little house by the sea. The sound of the waves in t … more →
Chantal Stewart
wrote 1 year ago: I never knew I loved cinnamon The smell of it wafting from a pot of simmering curry or the feel of … more →
