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Oda Do Kwiatu Wiśni

Konrad Stawiarski·April 5, 2021

Oda Do Kwiatu Wiśni written by: Konrad Stawiarski Spójrz na mnie dotykam wzrokiem piękna i harmonii spokojnie...

International Poetry Polish

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Junction Wise

Susan N Aassahde·January 8, 2021

Junction Wise written by: Susan N Aassahde @poetry_curfew blackberry pod aroma mist trumpet fisherman rust snout...

English Poetry

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Morning Kiss

Annalyn Neo Celeste·June 22, 2020

Morning Kiss written by: Annalyn Neo Celeste @LadyTraderrr i like it long & black freshly made, smokin...

English Poetry

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Summery Scents

Michael Ball·June 16, 2020

Summery Scents written by: Michael Ball @whirred Anxiety-free summer smells — baby oil and Coppertone slime. How...

English Poetry

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Musing About Island Christmas of Years Past

Sheila Henry·December 25, 2019

Musing About Island Christmas of Years Past written by: Sheila Henry Christmas morn I sit quietly with...

English Poetry Christmas

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Lovers without love

Gabriela M·August 23, 2019

lovers without love written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 you, quest of lovers without love your unrelenting islands...

Poetry English

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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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Lovers without love

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