Sam Spinelli

Joined January 2022

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

Help me write better! Critical feedback is welcome :)

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The hunt for happiness
I was clumsy, I was never the wolf I wanted to be — nor the tiger— I was a pug, or a Chunkin’ house cat Weak and silly
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Poets
An Elegy, in Loving Memory of Camp Lanterns . Honorable Mention in Lantern Light Challenge.
It’s not like riding a bike This memory can rust I can’t even remember How to fire one up When we were kids the memory was etched on on our hands
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Poets
When my fears grew up
My fear used to be: Losing those I love, but now? Death seems a kindness *** Authors note: When I was younger my only real fear was loved ones dying.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
The problem of change
Time? a bitter cup Taste the dredges of summer Leaves fall, Grab some fun
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Maple
Sleek green maple leaf I hate to see you go… but: Love to watch you leave
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Dear Europa
Hello dearest Europa, How’s your ice? I’m sorry I’ve been MIA. I know I should have written sooner… You know I’ve never been the best at keeping in touch—
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
The Madness of the Fox. Honorable Mention in The Shape of the Thing Challenge. Content Warning.
John Junius drives his creaky old Taurus down Jasper's bend, which is also called called County Road 15, according to his outdated GPS-- the one with the tinny British accent.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
Speaking Ill of the Dying . Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
Charlie Kirk was pronounced dead at 4:40 PM, EST. Right now, as I begin writing this, it's about 10:39. So officially, Kirk died about 6 hours ago.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in The Swamp
I Want
Hey Universe, How ya doing? I'm sure things are cosmic, that is to say... beyond me. And I know I'm just a little handful of dust, in the grand scheme of things-- I'm only one among billions of conscious humans, and we're each only here for a flash.... So, I mean, I get it.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Humans
Unofficial challenge: Do Your Worst! (unbearable music recs)
Hello friends! As a music lover, I must confess…. Some music just really, really, REALLY… sucks. I know this is only subjective, but:
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Writers
The Third Man Factor
The sun bakes us, and we try not to moan. We try not to do anything, for even opening our mouths costs precious moisture. The dunes shimmer, there is no breeze.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
Blood Fatigue
My muscles are ragged Threadbare My bones are heavy with dust And my skin is brittle, Dry and torn from too much stretching
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets