Tipsy gypsy wind hoisting my white dress like a flag in surrender as stardust shimmers between the grass where we crash into the garden the scent of your perfume perking up the flowers wildly roaming about us Lingering in sunset I watch the colours drain from your eyes down into my Soul… – Jen
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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 