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Early morning
as the kookaburra’s laugh echoes far… I wonder how many early risers are listening with me - smiling Perhaps we should all begin each day with happy laughter… stand tall let it flow - better than caffeine to kickstart adrenaline
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The silence before the storm:
constipation of nature, the eerie night branches still prior to the orchestra of birds. He awakes from a fevered dream, a terrible time to be conscious before the coming of the dawn. The sky is as grey as melancholia but maybe the forecast storm will not arrive at all yet then he hears distant thunder and the faint whisper of the breeze envying those deep in slumber who will wake to greet the world with wonder. |
PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. Please feel free to comment (nicely!) on any poems – writers appreciate it.
Just at the moment, though, we're moderating some of them so there might be a slight delat before they appear. 
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