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Our Silence

Brad Osborne·July 14, 2022

Our Silence written by: Brad Osborne The silence did not fall Some wistful dance A twirling leaf...

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What if Nature Stayed Sleeping?

Ger White·July 14, 2022

What if Nature Stayed Sleeping? written by: Ger White What if nature turned over? Just never bothered...

English Poetry

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Density Wave

David J. Roussel·June 6, 2022

Density Wave written by: David J. Roussel @hokusgrey Spinning around, caught up in those spiral arms. Orphan...

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At The Gate

Glynn Sinclare·January 17, 2022

At The Gate written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare Assume not I am so dark, with shadow deep...

English Poetry

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Sunset of My Youth

casual_narratives·August 28, 2021

Sunset of My Youth written by: casual_narratives One last time gazing ⠀ at the evanescing beauty ⠀⠀⠀...

English Poetry

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Emergency Bread

David Lohrey·November 25, 2020

Emergency Bread written by: David Lohrey Yes, that’s bread in a tin. Lots of choices for vegans...

English Poetry

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Mask of Sorrow

Annalyn Neo Celeste·May 9, 2020

Mask of Sorrow written by: Annalyn Neo Celeste @LadyTraderrr 2020 came with an attitude Can you feel...

English Poetry

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The Castaway

Spillwords·October 13, 2019

The Castaway a poem by William Cowper Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, When...

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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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