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Last Good-Bye

Ron KemptonNovember 10, 2019

Last Good-Bye written by: Ron Kempton Wasn’t no Indian summer that pulled her back from the cyclone Steel rail fences were keeping her wound in her d...

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You Ask Me How The Dead Are Born

Józefa Ślusarczyk-LatosNovember 4, 2019

You Ask Me How The Dead Are Born written by: Józefa Ślusarczyk-Latos you ask me how the dead are born - and when, since there is no crying and no d...

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Precipice

K.H.September 24, 2019

Precipice written by: K.H. Heavenly hellfire runs through my blood While starfire burns in my soul And the Devil cried out with hell's tender grac...

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Sky Song

Tanya RakhSeptember 16, 2019

Sky Song written by: Godfrey Holy and Tanya Rakh a sunset of muscle for memory fibers a sliver of tongue for each grain of pain we seep from thi...

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Radio Daze

Mike TurnerSeptember 6, 2019

Radio Daze written by: Mike Turner A song comes on the radio And carries me to a place Where I have never been before And sad memories are erased ...

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Song for After Rain

Judith A. JonesAugust 31, 2019

Song for After Rain written by: Judith A. Jones I would walk with my friend Laredo down the trails the deer have run. I at my slow pace, he leapin...

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A New Song

Fred MillerAugust 27, 2019

A New Song written by: Fred Miller The music filled his heart as if he were hearing the words for the first time. Yet he knew better. Years ago, thi...

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The Last Jazz Fan

Kenneth SalzmannAugust 21, 2019

The Last Jazz Fan written by: Kenneth Salzmann The last Jazz fan slipped from the world one night like the amorphous notes of a trumpet solo at cl...

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Moon Song

Tanya RakhAugust 12, 2019

Moon Song written by: Godfrey Holy and Tanya Rakh it breaks the mad planet upside down it peeps through cracks, unresolved always laughing throug...

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Rainforest Song

Mark ScrivenerAugust 5, 2019

Rainforest Song written by: Mark Scrivener Rainforest shadow is shade on green, Above the sunlight flecks between High leaves where strips of...

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Juliet’s Song

Mehreen AhmedJuly 31, 2019

Juliet's Song written by: Mehreen Ahmed @MehreenAhmed2 Juliet worked in a cafe up the road. Her pretty smile was something to see first thing in th...

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Poppies On Ludlow Castle

SpillwordsJuly 28, 2019

Poppies On Ludlow Castle written by: Willa Cather THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A...

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The Sacrificial Altar of Hope

Yasmin HemmatJuly 23, 2019

The Sacrificial Altar of Hope written by: Yasmin Hemmat My quill drips with my blood, While I’m writing to the oracle of my imprisoned soul. The r...

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Blood Song

Godfrey HolyJuly 16, 2019

Blood Song written by: Godfrey Holy and Tanya Rakh no moon over water tonight only dreams spat on fractured twilight no one beside me dying here n...

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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 ...