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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Birds
Here are three polite avian words to impress ornithology nerds: Travel is called “migration” Warming eggs, “incubation” And “cloacas” birds use to fuck and spray turds
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
The cat that stared
He pulled her aside in the half-light, his eyes wide with an urgent fear, his voice nothing more than the barest whisper: “Marie, I do not trust that cat!”
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Fiction
Full time dads
A dad’s much more than a baby-butt wiper I cook, clean, and care— I’m also a writer! So don’t think— oh wait, hell I know that ripe smell…
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
You won’t believe what I heard omg
There’s a man named Frank from upstate New York And I heard his wife craves pickles and pork Since ol’ Frank shoots blanks
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
Unsolicited
Personal honesty makes a poem stick Butt it’s vulgarity makes a limerick So, no further ado I now invite you: scroll down for a super close up dick pic
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
Dedicated to the noise on social media
Our social media posts are the great lie That will live on even after we die If you check the gram You might fall for the sham
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
Irreconcilable differences
I’m sorry if I sound like a jerk But this marriage just ain’t gonna work You’re sweet and kind But I’ve made my mind: I can’t live with a girl who can’t twerk
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
2668
Two thousand six hundred and sixty eight such an awfully big number, but small by proportions: far less than a thousandth of a percent!
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
The Defector
The torpedoes hit the starboard side of their vessel-- the claxon blared and pierced the air, but every single man aboard already knew that they'd been hit, badly.
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Fiction
Earth, water, air, fire
Earth Are you made of dirt? Yes, carbon and other dusts! You’re earth but not filth Water Are you water too? Sixty percent, you are a
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
The customer is always right, right as hell
When the elevator attendant smiled and asked if she was going to the ground floor she rolled her eyes and told him, “no, why don’t you bring me to the ninth circle of hell?”
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Fiction
Sheltered
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She was never expressly forbidden from looking through that window, but her father had warned her all her life: "Rosita, I don't wish to hide the truth but it is terrible. You may look out my window, but you will not like what you see."
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Horror