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Resurrection Tuesday

Judge BurdonOctober 15, 2019

Resurrection Tuesday written by: Judge Burdon The subversive scheme of benevolent intention Fades with the last smile of summer Sounding an...

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ONCE AGAIN

Dilip MohapatraOctober 3, 2019

ONCE AGAIN written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo I am sure that I shall rise from my tremulous ashes one day and shall be resurrected to walk...

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Trace

Jenny MiddletonSeptember 23, 2019

Trace written by: Jenny Middleton Despite dying and so bewildering all space around us your trace follows close; a powder trail through the minutiae...

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Bathsheba

Ron KemptonSeptember 17, 2019

Bathsheba written by: Ron Kempton Cinnamon hue on fading earth casting rusty shadow Past shyness she steps gently through Chi horizon Solitude in si...

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I Call For You Again

Ryan KAugust 5, 2019

I Call For You Again written by: Ryan K I call for you again, wicked Darkness To keep the Sun from my mind. I care not for what you corrupt To blin...

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Love Me

Sandy RochelleJuly 23, 2019

Love Me written by: Sandy Rochelle Love me without question or apprehension. Do not doubt or question my silence. Without fear or judgment love me. ...

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Big Mama

Mickey KulpJuly 19, 2019

Big Mama written by: Mickey Kulp @mickey_kulp In the predawn I hear her. Big Mama Crow is awake, Singing to her consorts and Sleepy babies and one...

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Midnight Moon

John R CobbJune 21, 2019

Midnight Moon written by: John R. Cobb @john_r_cobb Behold, midnight moon Casting nocturnal shadow Vanquished at sunrise...

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YOU ARE THE WIND, YOU ARE BOTH THE WIND…

Poli MiltouJune 14, 2019

YOU ARE THE WIND, YOU ARE BOTH THE WIND… written by: Poli Miltou @PoliMiltou You are the wind, you carry myrrh with you. I want to kiss you so I w...

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Shadows Of Grief

LadyLilyMay 22, 2019

Shadows Of Grief written by: LadyLily @AFairymary I suffocate in liquid smog, spirit strangled by hot iron weeds, tongues of hell mither me. Jus...

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Shadow Wolf

James F. CunninghamMay 18, 2019

Shadow Wolf written by: James F. Cunningham There is a mysterious glow, The beauty feels energizing. A darkened image can be seen, But what is it s...

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

Phyllis P. ColucciSeptember 30, 2018

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

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Desert Shadow

John R CobbSeptember 15, 2018

Desert Shadow written by: John R. Cobb @john_r_cobb Resting in shadow Sheltered from hot desert sun Awaiting moonglow...

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Sun Shadow

Peter RimmerAugust 1, 2018

Sun Shadow written by: Peter Rimmer I am the sun, And I am the light, I cast shadow, I disperse the night, I do not know the night, It retreats f...

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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 ...