Sam Spinelli

Joined January 2022

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Trying to make human art the best I can, never Ai!

Help me write better! Critical feedback is welcome :)

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limerence— impact
Real love is pretty cool but it’s never been fast Real love takes a hard, long time so you said Soulmates were bullshit
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Poets
When I first saw your face
The first time I saw you, Your face stole my voice The first time I saw you, My heart galloped away
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Poets
An Open Letter to Myself. Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge.
At first I addressed this letter: "an open letter to everybody". But that felt waaaaaay too audacious and presumptuous.
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Humans
Horror Poem: love bites . Content Warning.
tremble— softest lips— the sight makes me wonder! the door falls shut and so do my teeth tremble— alone you still haven’t seen me
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Poets
The Mewling Cat: An Ill Omen Greeted with Warmth
It was simply too brilliant for her old eyes to take: light streamed into her lonely room— dancing radiance— but Fanny Burgess’ mind was as capable as ever. She didn’t need to look to see their pictures in perfect clarity.
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Fiction
Why I'm writing on Vocal:
My name is Sam Desir-Spinelli, I'm a decrepit old fart living in a flimsy, deteriorating, 30 year old body. I’m a big (overweight) foodie who loves foraging and outdoor cooking. I have a favorite tree, the Eastern Hemlock— here's a picture:
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Journal
The Depth of a Curse
"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable..."
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Fiction
The Necromancer: magic or delusion?. Top Story - January 2022.
Art by the author Rodney Mackel sat on the sidewalk shielding his face from an evil wind. To shelter his mind from the news and the memories he counted the holes in his clothes.
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Fiction
Wild Creatures Bear No Crisis
Wild Creatures Bear No Crisis She watched the boy– her rock– sleeping so sweet and pure and... safe? Yes, safe. He had to be.
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Fiction