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Sink or Swim

Helen Chambers·March 23, 2020

Sink or Swim written by: Helen Chambers @Chambers9Helen A spring tide swept Waverley in, and she changed...

Literature English

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Chasing Disaster

David Maynard·December 23, 2019

Chasing Disaster written by: David Maynard Chasing disaster Run to the fire Entombing passion Killing desires Walking...

Poetry English

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And Then There Is Love

Ann Christine Tabaka·May 3, 2019

And Then There Is Love written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris Emotions streaming on a current of...

Poetry English

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A Sailor Recounts The Sinking Of A Ship

James Gabriel·September 26, 2018

A Sailor Recounts The Sinking Of A Ship written by: James Gabriel @James_Gabriel1 match strike born in...

English Poetry

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Tidal Wave

L.M.Giannone·March 4, 2018

Tidal Wave written by: L.M.Giannone @LISAGNO Large waves crashing over me Pounding on the shore Drag me...

English Poetry

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Giving Up

Angel_Face44·September 5, 2016

Giving Up written by: AngelFace44 @AngelFace4459 slowly sinking down reaching hands attempt to save grasping weights, I drown...

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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