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The Old Mill

Polly OliverOctober 20, 2019

The Old Mill written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones The shadows are lengthening And with this, comes a dampening In the breeze that's now sliding...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry1 min read

Footsteps

Eoghan LyngAugust 2, 2019

Footsteps written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng A blissful whispered Kafka point Serenades the pittered ground That sounds the path the ventured walk...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Tango Lessons

Kenneth SalzmannJune 24, 2019

Tango Lessons written by: Kenneth Salzmann Step slow slow quick quick slow through a lifetime of swivels and turns and graceful cortés. Embrace y...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Spring Strata

Deb RainerJune 13, 2019

Spring Strata written by: Deb Rainer 15,000 steps states my wristband as I take a Sunday stroll. The scent of May blossom lingers. Cow parsley a fa...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

An Autumnal Walk in Strathdale

Michael J LeachMay 3, 2019

An Autumnal Walk in Strathdale written by: Michael J Leach @m_jleach (Footfalls on concrete paths) The chittering of flying foxes (Footfalls ...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Finding Closure

Michal ReibenbachApril 23, 2019

Finding Closure written by: Michal Reibenbach Preface My father abducted me from my mother as a small baby. I knew nothing about her until her family...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

Seasons

Ron KemptonApril 15, 2019

Seasons written by: Ron Kempton By late summer my shadow knows me, I walk on the same path guarding my secret self with quiet steps. Who is that on p...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Footprints

ShadeAugust 21, 2017

Footprints written by: Shade @Ishan_Faragh Those footprints on the desert sand, Cutting across the sea of moon-lit sand Like a stream of life in th...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Changing Steps

Greg MasseyAugust 27, 2016

Changing Steps written by: Greg Massey @PoemCrafter Don't fight the old but focus on the new Step forward or remain in the same place If there is...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Delayed Train

Joe WoodhouseMay 18, 2016

by London Haiku Project #Haiku #Hackney...

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Life’s Verse #1-8

Adam WesselApril 16, 2016

Life's Verse #1 8 written by: Adam Wessel @killaluck713 Stone realized steps For are they destiny left May I walk be steered...

Adam WesselEnglishLife's VersePoetry0 min read

Life’s Verse #1-7

Adam WesselApril 15, 2016

Life's Verse #1 7 written by: Adam Wessel @killaluck713 The steps to nowhere Subtlety arrived when I Walked them to my life...

Adam WesselEnglishLife's VersePoetry0 min read

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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 ...