Our Day of Passing anthology – Stories, Poems and Essays Compiled by Ingrid Hall and Franco Esposito


Our Day of Passing is formed from an eclectic and diverse mix of short stories, poems, fictions and essays. Contributions have been assembled from over 30 talented writers across the globe, each with their own fascinating interpretation of an event that comes to us all…eventually.
Congratulations to all the contributors :)

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Elvis Would Be 78 & Amy Winehouse by Eileen Hugo

Elvis Would Be 78 by Eileen Hugo

For me it was his lips
of course his voice
the way he moved but mostly
his mouth full, soft
curled in petulant pout
or innocent sneer

Not poured into white satin suits
punctuated with jewels
and draped with sweaty scarves

I liked him in black
hair darkly slicked back
the bad boy look
leather jacket with studs
engineer boots

I want him twenty four


Amy Winehouse by Eileen Hugo

You should have gone to rehab
cause we know, know, know
where you were headed

You with your Cleopatra eyes
dark red lipstick and beehive
dressed as a copy of 60’s bad girls.
Blackwell had you on the worst dressed list.
Lagerfeld proclaimed you the new Bardot.

You were a tornado of talent
the Grammys had you for six.
Your music a collage of jazz
and jazz-pop, hip-hop and Motown.
Tony Bennett said you sang like
it should be sung “the right way”
It all fell apart when you spiraled down
poisoned by your escape of choice
I wish you went to rehab
yeah, yeah, yeah


Two  great poems from author Eileen Hugo.  More of her poems are featured in a new, free e-book, “Our Day of Passing”, coming out on July 31st.  You can read her on PoetryPasta FIRST. – Franco Esposito

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Did you download …details…? You did? Yay! Thank you!  You got some very good poems! Would you do me a favor? Would you write a review for it? Thank you :) You can click on this picture to go directly to the Amazon page.

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FREE poetry :)

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July 23rd, July 24th and July 25th,  my poetry book will be a FREE download from Amazon)  (you can click on the cover of my book to go to Amazon and my book directly.)

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When My Wife Is in Her Garden by Donal Mahoney

When my wife is in her garden,
she becomes a ballerina
moving with the morning breeze
through hollyhocks and roses,
peonies and phlox.
There is music only she can hear.
It’s been that way for 30 years.
I never interrupt her dance

not even when the house caught fire
early in the morning. I didn’t holler out
the way another husband might
if he had never had a gardener for a wife.
Instead I called the firemen,
and while they were on their way,
I poured water from the sink
on the growing conflagration.

My efforts proved to be in vain.
The firemen arrived too late and so
the house is now a shell of smoke.
The garden still looks beautiful
yet I have no idea what I’ll say
when my wife comes back inside.
But if she’s toting roses to arrange
she may not notice any change.

Donal Mahoney

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I had a garden, but I was NOT a ballerina ;) – Valeri Beers
This poem is cross posted on the PoetryPasta Facebook page
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Our Day of Passing: An anthology of short stories, poems and essays

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Our Day of Passing: An Anthology of Short Stories, Poems and Essays

Compiled By Ingrid Hall and Franco Esposito

Written by Various Co-Authors (Ingrid Hall, Franco Esposito, Dennis Higgins, Virginia Wright, Candida Spillard, Valeri Beers, Dada Vedaprajinananda, Strider Marcus Jones, Adam E. Morrison, Allyson Lima, D. B. Mauldin, David A. Slater, David King, Dee Thompson, Donald Illich, Edward Meiman, Eileen Hugo, Emily Olson, Joan McNerney, J.S. Little, Kin Asdi, Madison Meadows, Malobi Sinha, Marianne Szlyk, Mark Aspa, Mark David McClure, Megan Caito, Michael Brookes, Michael Burke, Pijush Kanti Deb, Prince Adewale Oreshade, Rafeeq O. McGiveron, Robin Reiss, Sasha Kasoff, Stephanie Buosi, Talia Haven)
This Book Is A Journey We Share

They say that life is the greatest miracle. That death is the greatest mystery. And our mind, let me add, with it’s beliefs and perceptions, is perhaps the greatest mirage.

Each of us has a destiny with death. It stands to reason, by course, we cross with the dead into the abyss, knowing full well that it will follow us. But the mind’s reasoning is at first veiled partly to this by it`s nature and duty to protect the image of itself as vital and therefore alive and indestructible. Through the passing of others we love, have grown up with, or simply have known, reason fails us however, and we acknowledge that death is communal, and that is why we mourn. We do so with strong expression of emotions, anger, pain, regret, hope, forgiveness, acceptance, for our loss and in turn for the loss that we will be to others after us. We are devastated by this at first, and separated into survivors and the deceased: and then united by it, becoming somehow equal and connected. Death is an experience that defines us and ultimately finds us, It is our mother that takes us back into it`s bosom.

Below stand three fictional illustrations of the mystery, mirage and miracle of death, as an event we are least capable of reconciling with, understanding rationally or surrendering to. Just as the characters we are both implicated and concerned as to what this means for us. What shall our day of passing be like for us and those that bear witness?

At the ending of his film, A Praire Home Companion, Robert Altman, has four people seated at a diner. A woman in a white trench coat, appropriately called, The Dangerous Woman, comes in looking for one of them. Immediately, they know she is the Angel of Death. They are stunned and confused looking at each other, pointing their stares and fingers at one another, to divert the pick to someone else. The imagery of death and refrain from it is vast.

In another film, called Temple Grandin, our autistic heroine on seeing cattle being ruthlessly slaughtered, is quickly inspired to design a more humane slaughterhouse, but first asks the sentinel question, ” Where do they go? “.

In, The Godfather, the patriarchal head of a crime family, Vito Corleone, is playing with his grandson in a tomato grove dressed with a slice of lemon peel in his mouth, mimicking a gorilla, a monster. Yet his death coming suddenly is strangely peaceful. He drops as a stump to the ground, while the playful cries of his grandson drown away the sorrow. Death is surprisingly breathtaking, and while unexpected, it captures all that life has offered.

This book is a journey into people’s lives as they and we experience death: compiling some personal diverse accounts and visions. Together hopefully, to come to a greater appreciation for the life we are given, and that which will eventually come.

Franco Esposito

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Music and life go hand in hand by Ritamarie Recine


Music  has given us  so much from generation to generation,

beginning with the  radio to the record player

music shall forever be

From  our ancestors, our parents,  siblings, children, spouses, for you and me

Sitting by the window sill

It’s raining out

I focus on the phonograph across the room

On the console table looking so gallant and stoic


It is of colour golden, plays all  types of music

Music similar to a bird,  so sweet ,

Music,  gives and receives in return.

Music and its tune are fresh to hear far or near

Thanks to life we have music

Music for the singers we have admiration, music is a celebration

For all occasions, event and milestone

Music may be heard in a group or on your own

Thanks to music, thanks to life

Music  eases our  mind and strengthens our soul

Music is profilic,  makes us whole

Music, heart ache, break ups and make  ups

Music takes us far away

all is joyous and melodious

 A ballad, a sonnet, rock n roll and country too

All are my favourite, depending the season depending the reason.

I listen to many songs.

 All  are right none are wrong

Music is one’s  dream, whether alone or in a team

Whether in two or a choir of 22

Music is beautiful, the tunes affect us all

The different chords instruments and ballads too

Music and life go hand in hand

We may shake to the rock n roll

Country give us breakups and make ups

Talks about first love and up above

I sing and dance to the music which is around me .

Feeling blessed and feeling free

Music  and life go hand in hand

Opera give us the voice of divinity

Music equal infinity.

Whatever we  choose to listen to… it is always new

Provides pleasures, not annoyance

Strumming guitars, pianos and violins

All are diverse but all are love.

Music and life go hand in hand

Music captures our inner souls

Rock in roll and country is my favourite

Would not have it any other way

Thanks to life thanks to music

I choose it

Music gives and one receives  .

one of life’s best pleaseures

No one can relinquish

Music  and life go hand in hand

The different instruments, a ballad, rock n roll, country you choose

Whatever your preference you never lose

Music  and life go hand in hand

I have danced barefoot to my favourite tune,

 or sat quietly singing the lyrics of new moon

Music enriches our lives

During trials and tribulations …music is a friend till the end

We must not pretend

All emotions are diverse yet all is the same

Music  and life go hand in hand

Music is an inspiration for poets, writers and artists .

A staple in our homes, no matter the genre, the style

Music eases our souls for awhile

Turning  a difficult  day into a relaxing one

A painful moment into a joyous one

Music is  divine

with food and wine

Music  and life go hand in hand

Everyone likes different genres

Whatever the note
with  music we are all one

Thanks to music which has enriched our lives  much.

Rock roll, country and much more

Music and life go hand in hand


Music,  gives us distinctions from one chord to another ….

Enjoying every instrument like no other
music speaks about first love make ups and break ups

In my life I have enjoyed music in abundance

night and the morn, dark days and joyous days

Music may entice

The same song may be heard once twice  or thrice.



Music and life go hand in hand

All alone or in  a band

In our homes or in  the park

Hearing crickets and  birds in the dark

Music  reminds us of yesterday.

 Recalling our loved ones voices

    A graceful sound

The words, the tune I declare make us think and become aware

Music and life go hand in hand


Music has given us strength to our tiresome  feet,

As we walked the valleys and the courtyards


Arriving   home music is what made us smile  along the way

Music and life go hand in hand

Music has given my beating heart and my eyes a magical feeling


Music and life go hand in hand

Thanks to music and life

Between crying and laughing

Music has provided me with the distinction between sadness and joy
music is about both .

Music and life go hand in hand


Another inspiring poem from Ritamarie Recine :)  This poem was inspired by a poetry prompt from Valeri Beers over at  Words Of TheVal2000. This poem will also be cross posted on the Poetry Pasta Facebook page.

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Our Day of Passing – An Anthology of Short Stories, Poems and Essays


congratulations Frank Esposito :) yay to all the contributors :)

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FREE on Smashwords from 31st July 2015 – Print edition to follow within a couple of months.

Do you have a macabre fascination with death and the afterlife?

If so, then this anthology is definitely for you and best of all it is FREE. Whilst some see the subject of death as too morbid to contemplate, others such as the skilled writers that have contributed to this anthology, view it as the perfect subject to stimulate creative thinking. Much like ‘love’ and ‘war’, the topic of death has the ability to draw out some of the most thought-provoking pieces ever to fill a blank sheet of paper.

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Our Day of Passing is formed from an eclectic and diverse mix of short stories, poems, and essays. Contributions have been assembled from over 30 talented writers across the globe, each with their own fascinating interpretation of an event that comes to us all…eventually.

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a GREAT reason to be distracted by the Internet


You probably already know this, but Poetry Pasta now has a Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/poetrypasta?ref=aymt_homepage_panel)  :)  We will be posting poetry prompts every week.

Feel free to submit your poem to Valeri Beers (theval2000@hotmail.com) or Frank Esposito (fespoon@gmail.com) and it could be up on the Poetry Pasta page :)

The Poetry Pasta Facebook page is a work in progress right now :)

Poetry Pasta is your friend :)

p.s. you STILL have to do the 3%, I get distracted by the Internet – Valeri Beers

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The Balcony poem by Rita Marie Recine

Sitting on my balcony

Every thing is at times nothing

Nothing is at times everything

There is just the perfect breeze

Hair flowing like a chiffon dress

The leaves are moving so slowly, like the wind chime hanging on the shingles of the red painted rooftop.

The façade of the house is etched in stone.

Sitting on my balcony

There is just the perfect breeze

I look and stare …. It is magical whimsical…

The seasons are changing I can see the bark of the tree standing so stoic, wet … cold …

The grass is damp from the fallen rain.

Yet it is so picturesque

The trees are all standing in one straight line

Fresh and interesting, evergreen.

The sky is clear.

A mirror.

The window to the inner self

I see youth.

Today I am older and wise….

With my words I rise

Sitting on my balcony,

There is just the perfect breeze

The whispers of yesterday were heard.

Gallantly spreading their message

The little whisper in my head said ..

You are forever kind

Today I find that this may be true.

Every thing is at times nothing

Nothing is at times everything

Sitting on my balcony and there is just the perfect breeze,

A friend once told me all the masses we cannot please

These words come from raf ..an acquaintance I must say..

An artist herself.

I read her post yesterday

Not all are welcome in the first row

Give credit to those who merit

Sitting on my balcony,

there is just the perfect breeze

Life is a theatrical appearance

Nothing at times is everything

Everything is sometimes nothing..

I pick I choose, wait and see

Who is near me ….in good times, in hardships

Sunny days and in the storms

Our own audiences we choose

Keeping this in mind

We never lose.

Those are the people who are welcome to sit in my front row…

They have merit…I give credit

To them I say Yes

All is earned

This is a lesson I have learned

Sitting on my balcony and there is just the perfect breeze,

Observe your circles of your life
who will encourage and which discourage.

The images of my people are in fragments..

Together it is a play, Broadway, a movie .

The theatre

Sitting on my balcony

Every thing is at times nothing

Nothing is at times everything

focus on quality not quantity..

In camraderie, and in relationships


Another wonderful poem from Rita Marie Recine, inspired by a poetry prompt from Valeri Beers at The Words of TheVal2000 https://wordsoftheval2000.wordpress.com

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