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EXIT

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Author: Steven Fortune

Steven FortuneAugust 14, 2019

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EXIT

written by: Steven Fortune

Rear-view nullification
certified by regression’s iris-out
monopoly
Children of your calling at the wheel
Beginners
scaling serpentine turnpikes
of a flat-planet highway
Galileo propagation
mutated
for a faithless generation
The Hermit’s lamp quelled
like a time capsule in wait
for the lenience
of apocalypse evaluations

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Steven Fortune

Steven Fortune is the author of five poetry books, and has appeared in several print and online publications, including a feature on CBC Radio. He has also served as a Head Editor for his publisher's company. Steven resides in Sydney, Nova Scotia.

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FLIGHT MADE FLUID - October 30, 2019
THE RAINMAKERS - September 12, 2019
EXIT - August 14, 2019

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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