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A Jester's Gesture, a poem by James Yesley at Spillwords.com

A Jester’s Gesture

James Yesley·January 29, 2026

A Jester’s Gesture written by: James Yesley 5:30 Am, and the sun peaks at our side of...

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Dwell, a poem by Kelli J Gavin at Spillwords.com

Dwell

Kelli J Gavin·December 28, 2025

Dwell written by: Kelli J Gavin Shutting the door Boarding up each window Preparing for the dead...

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So We Don't Sleep, poetry by Souad Zakarani at Spillwords.com

So We Don’t Sleep

Souad Zakarani·November 22, 2025

So We Don’t Sleep written by: Souad Zakarani I’m afraid to close my eyes, O mother, Your...

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Giulietta by Franco Forleo

I remembered my proud beginnings. I had been in the showroom for three whole days. Brand spanking new. The spotlights bounced off my fire-engine red paint and chrome curves like newly blown glass from Murano. It felt like a summer dream: warm, glamorous, and entirely deserved. By day, people openly admired me. By night, they pressed their noses against the spotless glass, fogging it with desire. I thrived at it. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the salesmen, each morning, scowl and polish away the greasy fingerprints and nose prints left behind by my admirers. ...