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A Mlouse In MY House, a poem by Glynn Sinclare at Spillwords.com

A Mouse In My House

Glynn SinclareNovember 8, 2019

A Mouse In My House written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare I try to sleep, but toss and turn My mind is racing, fit to burn Absurd as it may seem ...

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Cold Winter In My Heart

Simone SolìtoNovember 4, 2019

Cold Winter In My Heart written by: Simone Solìto @solight_it What remains for me to hope for finding a remedy in this winter An intermittent ...

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The Old Mill

Polly OliverOctober 20, 2019

The Old Mill written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones The shadows are lengthening And with this, comes a dampening In the breeze that's now sliding...

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Despair

Rayna MoreSeptember 16, 2019

Despair written by: Rayna More Dripping through my body like a bucket of ice Frozen, desecrated, each beat cold. Solemnly disintegrating, as th...

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END, a poem written by Christine Bolton at Spillwords.com

END

Christine BoltonAugust 28, 2019

END written by: Christine Bolton Evening touches the last light Before it covers in its darkness My heart swathed in mourning threads and fa...

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Mutual Love

AidaAugust 17, 2019

Mutual Love written by: Aida Very strange feelings, at a glance, when first met. Unspeakable chemistry of molecules flares up inside. It hit my sp...

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A Frozen Sea

JeanmbbMarch 30, 2019

A Frozen Sea written by: Jeanmbb @jmbsquared a frozen sea yet tides rise & fall underneath still we need not speak of any of it ic...

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Glacier

Art BlacktoothFebruary 15, 2019

Glacier written by: Art Blacktooth I am inclined to believe the ice has frozen my essence. It has crystallized every cell of my existence, each drif...

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Standing Stones

Ricky HawthorneJuly 14, 2018

Standing Stones written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames Granite faced, ingrained and frozen; Emotionally padlocked; Unable to intervene, object, O...

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Frozen Forever

devereaux frazierDecember 12, 2017

Frozen Forever written by: devereaux frazier @marylandpoet I’m sorry He might’ve said For whatever I didn’t do Time never began Never ended You...

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Frozen In Fear

Lyle HutchinsonJune 29, 2017

Frozen In Fear written by: Lyle Hutchinson @hutch3713 I don't think I could resist you Even if I wanted to So Raven From this fool A plea Make...

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A Winter’s Tale

Natalia AeschlimanJuly 23, 2016

A Winter's Tale written by: Natalia Aeschliman @NataliaAeschlim It was there in the darkness When I first saw him A strong back Yet so exhausted Hair...

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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 ...