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Recycling

Ricky HawthorneOctober 25, 2019

Recycling written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames Expect the unexpected My false lover opined So I punched his lights out He didn’t see that comin...

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The Tree

Brad OsborneSeptember 8, 2019

The Tree written by: Brad Osborne Just outside the city lived a tree in the forest. He had lived there many years, and the time shown on his weather...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

Lessons From a Penguin

Michael NattSeptember 1, 2019

Lessons From a Penguin written by: Michael Natt I learned a few lessons on my recent bike trip in North Dakota that I want to share with you. As you...

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DEMISE

Steven FortuneJuly 18, 2019

DEMISE written by: Steven Fortune Demise of my eyes Census-takers of the senses Who among you wears the iron brow correlates in obtuse rhythms wi...

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Tango Lessons

Kenneth SalzmannJune 24, 2019

Tango Lessons written by: Kenneth Salzmann Step slow slow quick quick slow through a lifetime of swivels and turns and graceful cortés. Embrace y...

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

Phyllis P. ColucciMay 26, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Ghosts") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one se...

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Tales Of A Dreamer

David AdejumoMay 7, 2019

Tales Of A Dreamer written by: David Adejumo “Life is in phases, And men are in levels” You must conquer your own devils To ascend the top Of th...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

The Road

prikcab (Ian Perlman)April 3, 2019

The Road written by: Ian Perlman (prikcab) new doors of life unknown territory no map no guide only my heart and hope laughter and tears are con...

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All that is wild

Beth TremaglioJanuary 2, 2019

All that is wild written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth "Nature learns nothing from humanity's knowledge, there are no lessons the beasts of the f...

Beth TremaglioEnglishPoetry1 min read

A Blues Lesson

David LuomaDecember 30, 2018

A Blues Lesson written by: David Luoma Balance her on your knee like a baby. It’s not a fence post, kid, and you’re no carpenter. Some cats name the...

EnglishLiterature9 min read

Every Christmas, I Grow

Nivedita RoyDecember 20, 2018

Every Christmas, I Grow written by: Nivedita Roy @Roynivi3 Flickering down from fumed above snow-kissed his red swollen cheeks entangled lig...

ChristmasEnglishPoetry1 min read

Doug’s Place

Jim BartlettDecember 4, 2018

Doug's Place written by: Jim Bartlett Six months earlier... The woman, her makeup as thick as icing on a cupcake, and looking as if applied in th...

EnglishFeatured PostLiterature19 min read

Pourquoi, Que, Où et Quand

James BellSeptember 2, 2018

Pourquoi, Que, Où et Quand written by: James Bell @jbell_counsel translated by: Sandra Erhard Pourquoi la perspicace clairvoyance vient si tard Pou...

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Table Of Content

Daisy KingAugust 24, 2018

Table Of Content written by: Daisy King @stormsinteacups Inside my head- the broken faucets, the drawings penned by clumsy hands, a poem I might w...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

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 ...