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I Have My Space

Henry BladonSeptember 27, 2019

I Have My Space written by: Henry Bladon I probably look pretty sad, sitting here alone in this seat, pitiful, pathetic, even but I hav...

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I Hear America Singing

SpillwordsJuly 4, 2019

I Hear America Singing written by: Walt Whitman I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it shou...

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Piano

SpillwordsApril 14, 2019

Piano a poem by D.H. Lawrence Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting unde...

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For K

Magdalena PodobińskaApril 13, 2019

For K written by: Magdalena Podobińska My dear you I still cry for you You had miles to go We all have miles to go No shortcuts Forgive me t...

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Ice Cream Trucks

Robyn MacKinnonApril 7, 2019

Ice Cream Trucks written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat be liberated ice cream trucks in the summer remember to sing ...

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Trees

Freya PickardJune 20, 2018

Trees written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard trees clustered boles singing, chanting, humming choral stand; iron post standing, dominating, poll...

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Part Of The Chorus

Lynn WhiteJanuary 5, 2018

Part Of The Chorus written by: Lynn White “If I lived inside my dreams I could be most anything”, sang Ray Davies. It sounds personal when he lists...

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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 ...