Laughing As It Goes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon Are There? a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon Such An Interesting Question – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon Currawang Ways – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon Summer – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon I Seek All – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – The Travel Column Rewind with D.G. Kaye – #Caribbean Welcome to St. Thomas #Virgin Islands Posted on May 9, 2022 Welcome to this month’s edition of my Travel Column at Smorgasbord Travel Magazine. This month we’re visiting the beautiful island of St. Thomas – one of the U.S. Virgin Islands. Please check […]
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Wilde See Wir fahren über die wilde See Du und ich in einem winzigen Boot. Solange ich deine Augen seh, fürchte ich weder Sturm noch Tod. Da kann ich rudern mit aller Kraft, da lache ich über die Wellen. [,,,] Read more …
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On familiar grounds transitoriness with a promise of recurrence -seasons promise coveted comfort […] Read more …
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Smorgasbord Bookshelf – Meet the Authors 2022 – Personal Recommendations – #Contemporary #Romance Linda Bradley, #Portugal Louise Ross, #Africa #Flyingboats Jemima Pett Posted on April 4, 2022 In this feature for the Smorgasbord Bookshelf I am sharing authors whose books I have read and can personally recommend along with one of my reviews for their books. […]
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Sunrise III
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Deep down within is like a desert I’ve become arid and dry, And I can put this condition down to the lies, Your compunction for diverting from the truth Is the reasons that I’ve cried each night, […] Read here …
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Smorgasbord Bookshelf 2022- Share an Extract from your latest book – #Contemporary – Matilda Windsor Is Coming Home by Anne Goodwin Posted on March 18, 2022 In this series you are invited to share an extract of 500 words from your most recent book published within the last 12 months. Details at the end of the […]
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they do not die no (they are killed) in chuhuiv and okhtyrka it is the children who die in buzovo gurivshchyna as well mariupol okhmadit hospital . . . you know what I’m getting at it is not children who die . . . […] Read more …
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