By T.N. Haynes Flouting restraint they come, Finally Dry screams like naked razors scraping rust from atrophied ducts. Her eyes meet mine and politely flick away. Ashamed? No … (not that) Gratified…
Source: The Toxicity of Tears
Author: Phil Slattery
Publisher, Rural Fiction Magazine; publisher, The Chamber Magazine; founder, the Farmington Writers Circle. I have written short stories and poetry for many years. In my careers as a Naval officer and in the federal government, I have written thousands of documents of many types. I am currently working on a second edition for my poetry collection and a few novels.
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Phil Slattery, Writer, Publisher 