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Author: Heath Brougher

Heath BrougherOctober 15, 2019

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written by: Heath Brougher

Tomorrow

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Heath Brougher

Heath Brougher is the Editor in Chief of Concrete Mist Press as well as poetry editor for Into the Void Magazine, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Awards for Best Magazine. He is multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee as well as winner of the 2018 Poet of the Year Award from Taj Mahal Review. His latest collection of poems is titled "Change Your Mind" (Alien Buddha Press, 2019).

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Time - October 15, 2019
Spotlight On Writers – Heath Brougher - August 17, 2019
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Phyllis P. Colucci

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.

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