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Zephyr

Ipsita BanerjeeOctober 14, 2019

Zephyr written by: Ipsita Banerjee @ipsyb When I die scatter my ashes Somewhere like this. Where the morning creeps in On the wings of a whistling...

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Sonnet 73

SpillwordsSeptember 22, 2019

Sonnet 73 a poem by William Shakespeare That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs ...

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Man’s Greed

hedgehogSeptember 14, 2019

Man's Greed written by: hedgehog Clouds shield the stars As fire casts its darkened wing Over the Amazon rain forest Acrid clouds are banked high ...

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tHERst

Rob ClarkAugust 29, 2019

tHERst written by: Rob Clark @oldschoolrob197 A thirst stirs for her words A thirst to be submerged in her verse Surging hurt Poured into work ...

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The Baggage

Kushal PoddarAugust 14, 2019

The Baggage written by: Kushal Poddar @Kushalpoe Mom lost her suitcase in the rain on the platform seven before she rode her absent mind to her hom...

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Breath of A Soul

CamilleMay 29, 2019

Breath of A Soul written by: Camille @gowerrichelle75 From the first eager gasps of a newborn babe. Red faced, tiny hands flailing indignantly as ...

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Ashes To Ashes

Megha SoodAugust 23, 2018

Ashes To Ashes written by: Megha Sood @meghasood16 Ashes to ashes dust to dust we all are made up from this and in them finally, we rest we ...

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FENICE

Francesco AbateMay 26, 2018

FENICE written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Foglie di nardo e amara mirra sono il mio ultimo letto, quello in cui mi perderò. Il calore ch...

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Like A Phoenix

Maggie ChattertonMay 11, 2018

Like a Phoenix written by: Maggie Chatterton @Mag_Chatterton This had been all that I've known, But time's cruel hand made things turn And now I mu...

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The Color Of Beach Sand

Kindra M. AustinApril 2, 2018

The Color of Beach Sand written by: Kindra M. Austin @AustinKindra We had you pushed into the furnace; spoiling organs and leaking skin were bur...

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Ashes Ashes

Viktoria NikolaMay 3, 2017

Ashes Ashes written by: Viktoria Nikola @ViktoriaNNK The dimming cinders of my spirit Lay glowing feebly in the night The smoke escaped my eve...

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Ashes And Diamond

IngelaSeptember 6, 2016

Ashes and Diamond written by: Ingela(saja) @ingelasaja Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Iron will beginning to rust Like mercury running, so does my trus...

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Mountain Mist

Dani GrayJuly 17, 2016

Mountain Mist Written by: Gray Skies @seattlegray03 You wonder what happened to the girl you broke, the girl you abandoned and left for dead, the gir...

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Last Request

Dani GrayJune 26, 2016

Last Request written by: Gray Skies @seattlegray03 It's been too long since I have held you with my eyes or hands. Too long since I have heard your l...

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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.

Bodies In The Basement by M. Taggart

It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night ...