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Last Frost, Rice Seedlings Grow
Last Frost, Rice Seedlings Grow
Poem for the Micro-Season— Last Frost, Rice Seedlings Grow
Natalie Wilkinson
May 12
A Million Punctured Paper Cuts
A Million Punctured Paper Cuts
Spoken word poetry
Connie Song
May 12
Consider the Word “Offspring”
Consider the Word “Offspring”
A mother’s meandering meditations
Deborah Barchi
May 12
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The Aurora Borealis Lit Up Our Nights
The Aurora Borealis Lit Up Our Nights
Maybe it’ll inspire you to write some new poems!
Thomas Gaudex
May 11
National Poetry Month 🌷
Scribe Writers Honored for National Poetry Month
Scribe Writers Honored for National Poetry Month
Thank you all for your wonderful creativity!
Thomas Gaudex
May 4
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Sipping Moonlight
Sipping Moonlight
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Connie Song
May 5
Celestial Reverie
Celestial Reverie
A Walk of Faith Series | The Majesty of Light and Wonder
Sam Aureli
May 4
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Fireside Interviews — Natalie Wilkinson
Fireside Interviews — Natalie Wilkinson
Today I’m honored to welcome Natalie Wilkinson, for the tenth episode of the Fireside Interview series! Enjoy your reading!
Thomas Gaudex
May 8
The Fireside Interviews Series — Scribe writers like you’ve never read them before!
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A Swallow in a Purple Sky
A Swallow in a Purple Sky
Swallows back in Ile-de-France
Thomas Gaudex
May 12
The Morning After Sleeping With My Friend, Tim, Who Lives in His Van in Los Angeles
The Morning After Sleeping With My Friend, Tim, Who Lives in His Van in Los Angeles
As I slid the van door open, out rolled last night’s empty bottle of Shiraz. I squatted, wrapped naked
Maria Nazos
May 11
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