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Memo

Shelly Norris·September 15, 2020

Memo written by: Shelly Norris There is no room for an other in this tangled bed. Last...

Poetry English

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Some Mornings

Shelly Norris·July 10, 2020

Some Mornings written by: Shelly Norris Some mornings barrel in, head on careening straight out of the...

Poetry English

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Shadow Rider

Shelly Norris·March 14, 2020

Shadow Rider written by: Shelly Norris The first sighting he appeared at dusk. Just stood there, statuesque...

English Poetry

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Singing Sun

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)·October 8, 2019

Singing Sun written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass) @skyinthegrass Psychic events, leaves form on the lilacs. From spring...

English Poetry

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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...

Literature Phyllis P. Colucci English

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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....

Literature Phyllis P. Colucci English

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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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