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When All The Trees Are Gone

Greg Massey·February 5, 2022

When All The Trees Are Gone written by: Greg Massey @PoemCrafter A grim northeaster serves only to...

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A New World

Patrick Doran·September 21, 2018

A New World written by: Patrick Doran (The 50 Year Old Poet) What if I do not wake...

English Poetry

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Divine Eyes

Sonali Majumdar·March 7, 2018

Divine Eyes written by: Sonali Majumdar She weaves magic with her words Tapestry of a rainbow fog...

English Poetry

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John Maximovitch (The Wonderworker)

Sofia Kioroglou·January 17, 2018

John Maximovitch (The Wonderworker) written by: Sofia Kioroglou Vladika John of Adamovka You taught us self-mortification Your...

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The Call

Robert Laird·October 13, 2016

the call written by: Robert Laird @RobertCLaird Is there music, harmony, resolve, as stars gather to light the...

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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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