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Night, City

DahNovember 6, 2019

Night, City written by: Dah @dahlusion An imposing fog comes with its damp body flapping like wet skirts on balcony railings. Then surveillance b...

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The Gardener

ArikuiOctober 12, 2019

The Gardener written by: Arikui She came each Saturday at half past nine. The girls, when they were little, would look out and shout to let me know....

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The Raven

LadyLilySeptember 30, 2019

The Raven written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Two eyes glint as gemstones, feathers ruffled like crazy tar…he flies, gliding as a blazing Onyx, to perch on...

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Encroaching Weeds

Randal A. Burd, Jr.September 27, 2019

Encroaching Weeds written by: Randal A. Burd, Jr. @COLONELRANDAL She’d not allow encroaching weeds Among the flowers raised from seeds In beds meti...

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Crossing You

Massimiliano (Max) BianchiSeptember 21, 2019

Crossing You written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 Crossing you Every day You said I never noticed Before Your eyes So enchanted Ye...

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Summer Moods

SpillwordsSeptember 8, 2019

Summer Moods a poem by John Clare I love at eventide to walk alone Down narrow lanes oerhung with dewy thorn Where from the long grass underneath ...

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Showers

Robbie PruittAugust 31, 2019

Showers written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt In spring showers bloom flowers in summer steam rises from afternoon showers in fall the darken...

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A Certain Perfume

Mary BoneAugust 21, 2019

A Certain Perfume written by: Mary Bone I use a certain perfume that takes me back to my childhood days. As I sat in an elderly lady's flower garden...

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The Fool

Polly OliverAugust 19, 2019

The Fool written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones Today I saw a white feather And birdsong filled the woods. After I cried we hugged. Purple flowe...

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This Life

Henna JohansdotterAugust 17, 2019

This Life written by: Henna Johansdotter @HjdPoetry this life wasted like a wreath of flowers on a coffin sour grounds if boiled long enough ma...

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DROWNING

Luzviminda G. RiveraAugust 6, 2019

DROWNING written by: LUZVIMINDA G. RIVERA dark and gloomy skies and the teary-eyed clouds are ready to fall the sun ceases to shine and the moon r...

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Poet On The Hill

LadyLilyAugust 4, 2019

Poet On The Hill written by: LadyLily @AFairymary He sits, upon a lush, green hillside smothered in Bluebells. Sad rain has drooped all petals, ...

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Poppies On Ludlow Castle

SpillwordsJuly 28, 2019

Poppies On Ludlow Castle written by: Willa Cather THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A...

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Crewel

Jemimah WrenJune 24, 2019

Crewel written by: Jemimah Wren I got out of my car, took off my jacket, and put it and my purse into the trunk. Carrying just a clipboard, pen and my...

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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 ...