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The Colors of Love and Life

Areeba Saqib·June 28, 2021

The Colors of Love and Life written by: Areeba Saqib @arexba She sat on the porch impatiently...

English Poetry

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Mama & Me at Bonneville Salt Flats: A Very Sunny Day

John Dorroh·April 14, 2021

Mama & Me at Bonneville Salt Flats: A Very Sunny Day written by: John Dorroh @DorrohJohn We...

English Poetry

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Chewing The Dream

James Dennis Casey IV·March 3, 2021

Chewing The Dream written by: James Dennis Casey IV @LouisianaJames I followed his soul to the other...

Poetry English

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Cupid Doesn’t Wear a Wristwatch

Barbara Avon·July 5, 2020

Cupid Doesn’t Wear a Wristwatch written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon 1986 “Would you like my jacket?” “What...

Literature English Featured Post

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Billy Luck

DC Diamondopolous·August 5, 2018

Billy Luck written by: DC Diamondopolous Billy Luck’s bones rearranged themselves on the bus headed out of...

English Featured Post Literature

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Land Of Restricted Heights

Chasity Gaines·November 13, 2017

Land of Restricted Heights written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 I stood for eons childlike in my eagerness....

English Poetry

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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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The Colors of Love and Life

Mama & Me at Bonneville Salt Flats: A Very Sunny Day

Chewing The Dream

Cupid Doesn’t Wear a Wristwatch

Billy Luck

Land Of Restricted Heights

Pieces of Her

Come Back To Me

A Slave to War

The Poppy Man

To A Dictator

A Friend in You?

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Róża w Ogrodzie

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