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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Thalassophobia
Beneath the surface Writhing in the cold dark deep… Aliens and monsters ***
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
T.R.A.S.H.B.A.G.S.
T.R.A.S.H.B.A.G.S. There are nine key points which you should consider before your first dumpster diving trip, and I have a bit to share on each point.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Lifehack
An ode to our dumpsters. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
O, ye dumpsters of the world— how many memories were thrust beyond your gates, and lost to the earth? How many sentiments and stories were cast through you
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Autumn Grays
Red, orange, gold— no more Autumn has lost her beauty Joys… all fell to gray *** *** Author’s note: I meant to write a haiku about how depression can take the color out of life, but it turned out more like a 3 line story about the onset of winter and seasonal affect disorder.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Troxler’s Haunting
Troxler dims the lights He poisons your reflection Your own eyes are fouled *** Authors note: In 1804, psychologist Ignaz Paul Vital Troxler discovered a fascinating optical illusion— if one focuses on a set point, and keeps ones vision fixed, objects in the peripheries will begin to fade! This sensory phenomenon is called the Troxler effect, or Troxler’s fading!
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
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 Spinelli6 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 Spinelli6 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