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Our June 6th Edition #10

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Welcome back to another edition of Written Tales Reads, and a happy Monday Evening! I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and enjoyed a bit of the outdoors. We have a few wonderful features to share. So grab a cup of coffee or tea and get ready to enjoy a few talented authors. For the more we read, the more lives we live.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.

— George R.R. Martin


Ep3. Whispers — CNR Station Sarnia, 1963, Spoken Word Prose by J. A. Farina

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Ep3. Whispers — CNR Station Sarnia, 1963
Listen now (2 min) | In this episode we’ll read “Whispers — CNR Station Sarnia, 1963” by J. A. Farina. The poem is also part of the Written Tales Chapbook 2 collection…
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Past Served Al Fresco, Poem by Anna Staropoli

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Past Served Al Fresco
Bologna is the color of its mother pasta, ragù: sienna, simmered scarlet, because Siena is another shade, another train, and Bologna’s palette is its palate on tongues and feet and souls who seek. Porticoed, colonnaded, this fantasy of faded sauce takes the shape of an entire city— place like palace, layered like lasagna. A red carpeted capital winds …
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18 days ago · Written Tales

Like Crackers Cra-crackity-crack (i.e., British Christmas Crackers), Poem by Tami Darlene

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Like Crackers Cra-crackity-crack (i.e., British Christmas Crackers)
Cra-Cra-crackity-crack Cra-Cra-crackity-crack Cra-Cra-crackity-crack Cra-Cra-crackity-crack A mother and a lover A young man with rag-doll limbs They’re tugging at his sweater The last remains of him Silence on a Tuesday Evin’ disrupted by the tap RAP-TAPP that is suspect A visitor at their doorstep Word of the loss came in like Crackers …
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17 days ago · Written Tales

Memory Lane, Short Story by Elena Williams

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Memory Lane
Her lifeless body in my arms looks more beautiful than it ever did when she was alive…
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15 days ago · Written Tales

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Open from May. 18, 2022 ~ Jun. 12, 2022

We are looking for poetry & short stories.

  • No fees.

  • Selected pieces will appear in the new Written Tales Chapbook.

  • Multiple submissions are welcome. One per entry.

Submit Here

If you have any issue’s with the form, please send us an email. We believe we resolved the issue. Thank you.


Mirrors, Short Story by Doug Hawley

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Mirrors
Tape recording found among the possessions of Jack Lyle by the police after his overdose death. “Despite all of the security, I got into the billionaire software developer Jason Atkins’ mansion on Mercer Island east of Seattle. I know that the family is in Majorca, and the staff has the night off except for some security people who ate sedated pizza an h…
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11 days ago · Written Tales

Act of God, Poem by Elena Williams

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Act of God
I have found that the only time I believe in God Is when I am angry with him In times of joy I don’t tilt my head to the sky To preach my thanks It is only in moments of pain When I am on my knees Feeling closer to hell than heaven That I allow his existence And while I have never been religious The cruelty of the Father Might just change my …
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9 days ago · Written Tales

Respect for the Dead, Poem by Celia Collopy

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Respect for the Dead
Red plastic poinsettias Poised on molted earth Beneath decay, above stagnation I wonder what it’s worth To respect the dead Would they afford me the same kindness? If i were in their rotted shoe-leather Brittle bones molded over Crushed under earth, melted by weather? To respect the dead They’d muse, foreign shoes, trodding A jogger over my head, a…
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6 days ago · Written Tales

The Christmas Baby, Poem by Galadriel Faye

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The Christmas Baby
Grounded, I quietly climb out of my bedroom window. The world peacefully content at 4 a.m. I walk to the bus stop alone, O, Silent Night. The holy ghost came upon Mary Filling her with child. A teenage boy overshadowed me When I said no, O, Holy Night. My 15th birthday, the annunciation— I am 4 months pregnant. God has chosen me to be your mother, But…
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4 days ago · Written Tales

Thank you again for being part of the Written Tales Magazine. And we hope you enjoyed these features as much as we did.

Kevin


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