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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whisper
winds rise to the peak after the winds, a whisper: pine scent from the slopes
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
Constant winter
a world gone barren: trees cede to constant winter here among the clouds
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
A landmark through time
Ancient. Defining. how many have gazed at her? A landmark through time
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
Newborns
how old are these hills? fifty million years young… Newborns. And we’re specks
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
He climbs
He climbs to the peak Just to get closer to god He yells. No answer.
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
The world’s tallest graveyard
Oxygen empty. And the climber feels no cold. Sigh. Death with a view
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
Green and gray
dawn: slopes spring to life sunshine soothes the frost-bit peak dusk: winter again
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
A mountain of ***t
Diapers. Now I’m broke. I don’t think I can climb it — this mountain of debt *** Authors notes: attn young people: don’t sign for predatory student loans!
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
So high so low
look from the summit so high up the world seems low peace? no! back to work
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
Harsher winds
beyond the tree line to breath is battle and peace: harsher winds heal deep
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
Subasio
feet, feel the mountain Lungs taste the air: you are home For a breath only—
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
To Wish for a Blanket
He held his water skins under the falls and stared into the pool. "Leave. Her. Behind." She crossed her brown arms tight across their child. The gold bracelets framed her bony wrists and called to attention the breadth of their loss. But despite her frail appearance her voice was strong: "I will not, Lat. I cannot."
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Fiction