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Drunken Sailor

MR.QUIPTY·November 27, 2016

AUTHOR OF THE PROMPT: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 THE PROMPT: Pirates.. Arggg… Walk the plank ! Drunken...

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Humpty Dumpty Sat on a Very Big Wall

MR.QUIPTY·November 8, 2016

AUTHOR OF THE PROMPT: Geovanni Villafañe @RezZureKtedPoeT THE PROMPT: Begin and end your poem with the phrase...

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Immaculate Within

MR.QUIPTY·September 22, 2016

AUTHOR OF THE PROMPT: Cristina Munoz @cristinamunoz8 THE PROMPT: Write a poem about Madonna. Not the Virgin...

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Heir Apparent

MR.QUIPTY·August 30, 2016

AUTHOR OF THE PROMPT: J Marzec @AOE_Photography THE PROMPT: Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump decide to join...

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How To Get Ahead In Criticizing

MR.QUIPTY·August 20, 2016

AUTHOR OF THE PROMPT: Daniel S. Liuzzi @DanielSLiuzzi THE PROMPT: A three-headed movie critic, two of the heads...

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A textbook example of nominative determinism, Lou Storey has always been a storyteller, a fact well illustrated in his art and in his writing. His careers have reflected that as well, first as a creator of idea-based exhibitions for museums, and later as a psychotherapist employing narrative therapies. His art and his writing share qualities of rich texture and detail, examining our capacity to be absurd while allowing a measure of forgiveness for our foibles. Storey and his husband Steve retired in 2021 and moved from New Jersey to Savannah Georgia. “We love everything about Savannah, it is like a city that looks like a park and thinks it’s a small town. Best of all, we can grow bananas in the backyard!”

Treats Only, Please! by Lauren Scott

Creepy cackles from tall, looming trees
startle their jumpy heartbeats as they walk.
Shadows discreetly follow the echoes
while they timidly proceed down the block.

Young voices repeat with conviction,
“It’s just a night for entertainment.”
There’s no need for goosebumps and fear
as their eyes focus on the cracked pavement.

Undeniably sensing they’re not alone,
many follow in their hesitant footsteps,
eager to reach doors and push doorbells
but afraid of frightening special effects....

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Immaculate Within

Heir Apparent

How To Get Ahead In Criticizing

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