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When the Final Minute Chimes
When the Final Minute Chimes written by: Suman Mondal When the final minute chimes, and, sitting by...
Una Aforisma
Una Aforisma written by: Natalia Castelluccio Si è padroni di quel che si fa e non di...
Claws of Injustice
Claws of Injustice written by: Saila Abby The street ran scarlet with the blood of the slain...
The Symbol of the Tenth Floor
The Symbol of the Tenth Floor written by: Saint-Lazare - When he first walked through the door of my tattoo shop, my first thought ...
The Best View
The Best View written by: Ellen Townsend - Michael sat in his favourite part of the cathedral...
Train Ride
Train Ride written by: Debra Elramey Weekends, the conductor stands at the gate in his striped cap,...
The Moment I Almost Told Her
The Moment I Almost Told Her written by: Abhishek Punyani We walked beneath a sky half-woven, Where...
Benign Darkness
Benign Darkness written by: Robyn MacKinnon non-life-threatening darkness. The observer. You into the shadows NOTE FROM...
Deaths and Entrances
Deaths and Entrances a poem by: Dylan Thomas On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths,...
Spotlight On Writers – James Howard
Spotlight On Writers James Howard Where do you originate from? Thank you to the Spillwords team for...
How Light Forgets Us
How Light Forgets Us written by: David Anson Lee It began as a tremor in the field...
The Boy Who Couldn’t Rhyme
The Boy Who Couldn't Rhyme written by: Lot Hildegard - When I was a kid growing up in a small town in the South, most of the other boys were tone-deaf...
Initials in the Dust
Initials in the Dust written by: Ampat Varghese Koshy I saw a very small, uniformed girl on...
Fragments
Fragments written by: Enrico Barigazzi An empty rolling can of beer is singing with your steps on...
