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Madness of The Moretto

Christina CiufoOctober 26, 2019

Madness of The Moretto written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo If you hear phantom trumpets, faint violin strings strumming, and bellow Gregori...

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Spring In Town

Rando MithloJuly 8, 2019

Spring In Town written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe An altering to deeper green Clouding streams in circular motion Scents are raised Gives you a tas...

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Into The Breach

SpillwordsMay 26, 2019

Into The Breach a poem by José de Diego O wretched man in pain who falls and cries, whose limbs, exhausted, sicken and grow slack! Leaf out anew—the...

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A Hairy Drive

Robyn MacKinnonApril 21, 2019

A Hairy Drive written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat I had a dream that a float with giant snowflakes was a hairy drive ...

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December

Anwer GhaniJanuary 25, 2019

December written by: Anwer Ghani WINDY DECEMBER No windows in my small house where the birds had been made of faint shadow and the rivers are laugh...

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All that is wild

Beth TremaglioJanuary 2, 2019

All that is wild written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth "Nature learns nothing from humanity's knowledge, there are no lessons the beasts of the f...

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CATS

Stanley WilkinAugust 10, 2017

CATS written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk At night, smothered in darkness, it hunts Its eyes burning like stars Slinking through the air, searchi...

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BIPOLAR HEART

Ayushman JamwalAugust 5, 2017

BIPOLAR HEART written by: Ayushman Jamwal @Jamwalthefirst HER PASSION IS PURE, DIVINE AND DANGEROUS, A FRAGILE HEART SO FIERCE, BLACK MAGIC WHISPER...

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Her Wild Heart

Jan SmithDecember 13, 2016

Her Wild Heart written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL Her wild heart She's breathless & bold Rushing winds carry her along Where she can worship the m...

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Noi Nature

Maurizio RicciAugust 1, 2016

NOI NATURE poesia by: Maurizio Ricci @MaurizioRicciOF Tu che sei bambina selvaggia ed io un grande bosco nella flora incontaminata perdiamoci in altr...

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Night’s Embrace

Angel_Face44July 16, 2016

Night's Embrace written by: AngelFace44 @AngelFace4459 From deep slumber, I do awake A whisper lingers in the air. To the door I go and open and find...

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Wild Freedom

Shawntelle MoncyJune 20, 2016

Wild Freedom written by: Shawntelle Moncy @shawntellemoncy We are free like animals. We are wild. We climb trees for fun, We swim to cool, We sing t...

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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 ...