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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A loser’s guide to fading . Content Warning.
It’s so easy, easy as hell To just disappear, All you have to do Is just keep being you Year after grueling year *
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Poets
Suck it up
Go on and suck it up, You think you won the race Bruh, chill You’re coming in last place Lame-ass homie, I’ll buy your flimsy neck a brace
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Poets
My Happy Boy . Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge. Content Warning.
The last time I saw my son… Well, that was back in 2008– right after his 12th birthday.” She looks out to the sea and beyond the horizon.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
OVERFED. Top Story - August 2025.
I just shouldn’t look, I know it’s all shit But my midbrain is cooked From these dopamine hits Overstimulated! Willingly inundated
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
The News I Can't Talk About
We're being led like sheep to our slaughter And I already grieve for my sons and my daughter They're fated as casualties in this one-sided war
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Ah, Be Still, Foolish Heart!
He sees her there in the crowd, and when he sees her time shudders to a grinding halt. The world has gotten stuck in amber, all except for her.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
The Vernal Jar
The vixen noses her way to the mouth of her den, and gives a wary sniff Her mate leads the way, their paws puncture the snow
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Burning the Pages of the Book of Life. Honorable Mention in You Were Never Really Here Challenge. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
Shortly after dark, early November, 2023. Al-Nasr Children's hospital, Northern Gaza. Explosions sound off in the distance. But the family in the delivery room is used to this sound. They are not comfortable with the sound, but sometimes they forget it is there. This sound has already killed five thousand of their people, over the last month. But this sound— this constant sound, this lethal sound— can slip into the peripheries despite its severity.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
An Agnostic’s Prayer. Content Warning.
Lord I am drowning The water is sloshing Over my head and through my brain I try to swim I try to break the surface But the waves keep pressing me down,
By Sam Spinelli7 months ago in Poets
I resign from being poor.
This morning I woke up and thought: I really don’t love being poor. I'm a single dad, with primary custody of three kiddos. I'm very thankful to finally be single and I love being a dad! But, man, kids are expensive!
By Sam Spinelli8 months ago in Journal
Doomers and rotters and ad-bots to the rescue
They started by giving us telepathy through digital scenes We could read the whole damn world through our facebook screens
By Sam Spinelli8 months ago in Poets
There is a little fire . Top Story - May 2025.
A child scrapes his hands through the sand He pulls up a great fistful of shimmering silica And inside that little clenched galaxy he holds a shifting conglomerate of empties
By Sam Spinelli8 months ago in Poets