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It was a dark and stormy night in 1959 and, as the siren of the Austin Motor Works heralded the release of the nightshift from their labours, a child was born into the world who was destined for literary greatness.

Whoever he was I wish him well.

Bee the Light

Nurturing the Love that Resides Within, Celebrating the Archetypal Feminine

The 50 year old poet

You're never too old to start again

The Rivendale Review

Writing to know what I think.

Spillwords

A place to spill your thoughts through words.

Last Flying Cow

Life, love and alienation along the way...

S O M E K I N D O F 5 0

Drawing a line through 50

Rusted Honey

Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry

Melody Chen

Word-Experimentalist

Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry

Health • Inspiration • Life

O.D.

Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.

The Alchemist's Studio

Raku pottery, vases, and gifts

The Alex Swan Mysteries

Put some old pseudo motivational bollocks here

Gertie the Hymer

'Wherever you go, go with all your heart' Confucius

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