My hands are silver grey coated in moon dust warpaint ready to fight my fears away Moonshine flows from my fingers streams of ancient light running back to you it is me pulled by the hands of time back into your arms tonight coming to accept the quiet invitation of your eyes… – Jen
via — Blase’
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 