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…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Mystic”)

Phyllis P. Colucci·March 27, 2022

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Mystic”) written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word...

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The Fortune Teller

Sheila Henry·January 27, 2021

The Fortune Teller written by: Sheila Henry @sheila_henry17 Every New Year’s Day, the town of Sangre Grande...

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Fortunes Retold

Roger Turner·June 21, 2018

Fortunes Retold written by: roger turner @titansdad FORTUNES READ the sign displayed TRINKETS, CHARMS, AND SPELLS The...

The Hand She Dealt to Me II

Phyllis P. Colucci·January 26, 2017

The Hand She Dealt to Me II written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot Lia. Ready for free...

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The Hand She Dealt To Me

Phyllis P. Colucci·November 16, 2016

The Hand She Dealt to Me written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot Yes I am Fortune Teller....

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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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…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Mystic”)

The Fortune Teller

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The Hand She Dealt to Me II

The Hand She Dealt To Me

To A Dictator

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