Beautiful writing! Loved it.
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I adore the meditative tone, Elan, Would you like to submit this to The Calais Writers Group? If so, send all contributions for consideration to: firstname.lastname@example.org as attachments in Times Roman 12
Thanks Talla. I’m not familiar with The Calais Writers Group. You can send the information to email@example.com
Elan, I’ve posted the editor’s email in my original comment if you are interested in submitting.
And here is the group link. https://writersforcalaisrefugees.wordpress.com/about-2/
Beautiful : )
Meditative mood…enhanced by evocative imagery……Yes! Lovely!
Beautiful imagery and deft turn of phrase, atruly delightful piece!
Hi I really love this, I am running an anthology in support of the Calais refugees. https://writersforcalaisrefugees.wordpress.com/. I would love to feature yours. It will be running for at least a month.
I’ve looked at your site and think it’s wonderful. I will e-mail you directly.
Thank you. I will email you back!
Loved it and the last two lines made goosebumps erupt.
Loved this 🙂
“Our feet caught, sinking under the mush of leftover tides” – brilliant!
Sad, gripping, reality. Where is humanity? Probably drowned I’m the Mediterranean Sea… RIP Aylan Kurdi 💔
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Thank you! Your poem has broken a long-wrestled-with block. I have given you the credit here: https://kat5361.wordpress.com/2015/09/08/beached/
Thanks. i just read your poem and love it. I am honored to be mentioned in conjunction with it.
Beautiful hints of comfort and being lost. The picture is haunting because of memories it touches.
I didn’t want to use the one from the news that a lot of people are overexposing. But, you hit on what I was hoping the photo I used would communicate. Memories.
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Another inspiring piece of writing by Elan Mudrow.
This is awesome. What a great work of literature 😉
Excellent. The other side of eternity.
Love it! Beautiful imagery.
This is simply beautiful!
beautiful and a bit sad…
Beautiful is just one word that comes to mind.
With lips we press hard because we are not thinking of past or future but of holding on in the present.
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