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Life

JayMNovember 21, 2019

Life written by: JayM A rain falls, In rapt fascination Of your stillness. The vivid evocation, Dancing up a storm......

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Wild Flower

mdtaslimNovember 18, 2019

Wild Flower written by: mdtaslim She is a wild flower She changes her colour Everyday She fills the heart With soulful fragrance Every hour She ...

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Broken Wings

Shelly WilsonOctober 13, 2019

Broken Wings written by: Shelly Wilson @ShellyWilsonDQK The little starling fell hard amidst the storm and she must have been there for some time b...

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Choreography

William MastersJune 23, 2019

Choreography written by: William Masters As soon as Albert Andrew Fischer’s wife died of cervical cancer, after a final, twenty-two-day hospitalizat...

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Crazy

Susie FoughtJune 22, 2019

Crazy written by: Susie Fought She’s standing up there. Stiff. One leg throbbing. Holding the microphone like a baby bird. Backlit. Blue Neon. Large a...

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Dancing With My Demons

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 31, 2019

Dancing With My Demons written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat healing nicely fun night of carefree dancing with my own demons ...

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MRS. S_____

Vern FeinFebruary 17, 2018

MRS. S_____ written by: Vern Fein Why would I not include her last name in the title? She can’t be on this Earth anymore, as I am tipping toward 80 ...

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Choreography Of Sorcery

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 5, 2017

Choreography of Sorcery found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat choreography of sorcery and witchcraft in a thunderstorm...

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Dancing On Chairs

Krystal Adams PezzuloNovember 9, 2016

Dancing on Chairs written by: Krystal Adams Pezzulo @KrystalPezzulo Everybody on the floor No room to move Like my heart desires The beats drop I fee...

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Raindrops Dancing Upon My Lips

Bernard Harris A.K.A. BenkkuPoemsNovember 2, 2016

Raindrops Dancing Upon My Lips written by: Bernard Harris/Benkku Poems @poems_benkku Your kiss Felt like Summer Rain drops Dancing Softly... Upon my...

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Evanescence

Leanne YeomanSeptember 18, 2016

evanescence written by: Leanne Yeoman @lmyeoman70 on a purple cloud in faded delirium slow dancing to the sound of rain ~our last farewell...

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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 ...