My first Poetry Collection – by F. E. Feeley jr.

Since I love F. E. Feeley jr.’s books, his poems who he publishes on his blog, I am taking the chance to inform as many people as I can that this talented writer and poet has published a poetry collection. I’m sooooo going to get that!!

F.E.Feeley Jr


I am proud to present to you a collection of poetry I put together over the past 2 years. My poetry, like my other writing, is informed by life experiences, memories, seasons, or by things I’ve observed about the intrinsic beauty and complicated nature of humanity.
For a very long time – having been raised in fundamentalism – I believed there wasn’t much about humanity that gave it worth. However, through the act of creating art, I have discovered that simply isn’t the case.
In a few short years, I have discovered love, regained my faith in God, and most importantly, regained my faith in my fellow human beings.
I also discovered that the things that attract us to a person aren’t the same things that make us stay. Often times it’s our imperfections that are the most endearing qualities that we possess. I believe God regards us the same…

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November/December 2016 Writing Contests

A HUGE Thank you Rachel! once again to Rachel Poli who collects the writing contests for Novemberand December this year and publishes them for us. You are amazing, Rachel!

Rachel Poli

November December 2016 Writing ContestsNovember 2016

Type: Fiction (Short Short Story)
Hosted by: Writer’s Digest
Deadline: November 15, 2016 (early-bird)
Entry Fee: $20

Type: Fiction (Fall)
Hosted by: The Masters Review
Deadline: November 15, 2016
Entry Fee: $20

Type: Fiction/Nonfiction (Fall)
Hosted by: Narrative Magazine
Deadline: November 30, 2016
Entry Fee: $24

Type: Flash Fiction
Hosted by: WOW-Women On Writing
Deadline: November 30, 2016
Entry Fee: $10

Type: Fiction
Hosted by: Glimmer Train
Deadline: November 30, 2016
Entry Fee: $2

Type: Nonfiction (Dreams and Synchronicities)
Hosted by: Chicken Soup for the Soul
Deadline: November 30, 2016
Entry Fee: None

Type: Nonfiction (Military Families)
Hosted by: Chicken Soup for the Soul
Deadline: November 30, 2016
Entry Fee: None

December 2016

Type: Fiction
Hosted by: So To Speak
Deadline: December 1, 2016
Entry Fee: $15

Type: Flash fiction
Hosted by: The Conium Review
Deadline: December 1, 2016
Entry Fee: $10

Type: Fiction (Short Short Story)

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January/February 2016 Writing Contests

I found this amazing blog post about upcoming writing contests scheduled in January and February 2016. Thank you so much Rachel Poli for all your efforts to collect this information for us! You’re a doll!

Rachel Poli

January February Writing Contests 2016January 2016

Type: Narrative Travel Writing
Hosted by: Transitions Abroad
Deadline: January 15, 2016
Entry Fee: None

Type: Fiction
Hosted by: Literal Latte
Deadline: January 15, 2016
Entry Fee: $10

Type: Power of Gratitude
Hosted by: Chicken Soup for the Soul
Deadline: January 15, 2016
Entry Fee: None

Type: Short Short Story
Hosted By: Writer’s Digest
Deadline: January 15, 2016
Entry Fee: $25

Type: Fiction or Poetry
Hosted by: Dream Quest One
Deadline: January 24, 2016
Entry Fee: $10

Type: Spirit of America
Hosted by: Chicken Soup for the Soul
Deadline: January 30, 2016
Entry Fee: None

Type: Fiction
Hosted by: Chicago Tribune
Deadline: January 31, 2016
Entry Fee: None

Type: Short Memoir
Hosted by: Fish Publishing
Deadline: January 31, 2016
Entry Fee: $16

February 2016

Type: Poetry and/or Short Story
Hosted by: Westmoreland
Deadline: February 16, 2016
Entry Fee: $10

Type: Flash Fiction
Hosted By: Fish Publishing
Deadline: February…

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Meet the winners of the 1st Halloween-poem contest

First of all, we want to thank you! Thanks a lot to all supporters, re-bloggers, commenters, readers, and of course: POETS!!

You all did such an amazing job – and you made it very hard for us, the jury members, to decide on the three winners! We are honored and happy you provided us with these amazing poems. It was such a pleasure to have you as participants and guests!




The Jury of the 1st Halloween-poem contest is proud to announce the three winners:



Bruce Louis Dodson


His poem has been published within the third collection.

Please click HERE to read it.











Jennifer Hinsman


Her poem is one of the third collection as well.

Please click HERE to read it.









Her poem can be found in the second collection.

To read, please click HERE.







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(All winners were informed by email before this post was published)


Each winner has the chance to choose one of the following books:


ConfessionsofacorpslutE-book of  “Confessions of a Corporate Slut” by Jacqueline Gum






A signed copy of  “Red White and Black Lies” by Jim P. Spencer





E-book of either “The Hunting of Timber Manor” OR “Objects in the Rearview
Mirror” OR “Still Waters” by F. E. Feeley Jr.





E-Book of “Morning at the Vineyard” written by Juliette Kings





Thank you for an amazing experience and a fantastic contest!

A.J. Alexander and the great judges: F. E. Feeley Jr., Jim Spencer, Pat Shannon and Juliette Kings

Last collection of the 1st Halloween-poem contest

We proudly present the last collection of contest submissions for the
1st Halloween-poem contest.

The Alternative All Hallows’ Eve Bash!

 (by Marje @ Kyrosmagica)

It’s all Hallow’s Eve time for the party to begin,

Witches, vampires, spooks and demons of the night,

Come and join in this annual spectacular delight,

Bring your entry ticket, a glut of gruesome grisliness.


No glowing Jack O’Lanterns are permitted here,

No pretty Halloween plump pumpkins,

Our team of half dead bouncers search for sweets,

Ejecting sickly sweet cheerfulness with ferocious frowns.


Vampires savour red goblets of the purist human blood,

Witches devour human brains a spicy savoury delicacy,

Ghostly ghouls can’t ingest or digest. Oh what a shame!

Instead the smell of rotten candles fills their one time bellies.


Demons sit together in a clique,

They consume a spirit that no one dares to seek,

Their poker hot glances burn into your soul,

No one dares to join them, its too Lucifer hot!


The party’s over way too soon there is clearing up to do,

The kindly ghosts are left to pick up,

They wail boo hoo,

A ghost’s ghoulish life is over before it has begun!


The demon’s faces’ crease in a smouldering, bittersweet, smirk,

The vampires lick their lips, breaking into a blood-curdling smile,

And the witches cackle with ripples of raucous relish,

While Beelzebub bouncers pick up the ghosts and shake ‘em for fun.


Next year’s party committee is set!

A year from now a Hallibaloo of a Halloween bash is on its way!

Don’t forget, don’t be late!

Creepy Cameras at the ready, Blood, Cold, Shiver, Fire, Flash!



(by Kim Solem)

If you don’t believe in ancient behemoths beasts

Enchanted gardens, mystical forests or magic mountains

Haunted hills, ghostly worlds, or a Hell beneath


Nor in grotesque giants, walking skeletons

Flying griffons, screaming banshees, or stinking harpies

The living dead, be they mummies or zombies


In magical deer, magnificent birds and splendid unicorns

Or in evil eyed gorgons that can kill you with a glance

Nor in wizards, ghosts or witches; both good and bad


If you can’t imagine a lascivious dancing satyr

Or that a donkey can talk, let alone a talking tree

Or in fire breathing dragons, multi-eyed creatures from space

Nor in leviathans and other monsters of the deep


If you don’t believe in astrology, numerology, or eternity

Nor in extraterrestrial intelligence or the cosmic odyssey of infinity

As well as visions, epiphanies, auras of divinity and immortality


Or in other, unseen things ….like Halloween


Then my friend, you don’t believe in the Bible!”

People who don’t believe in ‘Tricks or Treats’

Such as you, are nothing more

Than atheists in denial




Halloween At The Holy Sea

(by Kim Solem)

On ‘All Hallowed Eve’
There was a prankster
Whose prank
Would change all humanity

His silly mischievous deed
On that fateful Halloween
Still affects the lives
Of you and me

This one solitary act
The first incident of a house TP’d
Brought down kingdoms
Changing all of History

Martin Luther, that smartass
Papered a door with a heretic rant
Destroying the Empire of Rome
With a single rusty tack

If only this Halloween hoodlum
Had not been a fool
We all would be going
To parochial school

And everyone would be content
Eating fish during Lent
Dressing girls in cute uniforms
While sending some to the convent

So now you hooligans
You have been versed
Your acts of chicanery
On this October 31st

Might set in motion
Things that cannot be reversed
That will eventually result
In a terrible curse

And the seeds of your children
Will suffer the folly you risked
Like me they’ll be raised Lutheran
And forced to eat the Lutefisk

Authors, Poets and Bloggers

It has been so much fun, and such an extraordinary experience to organize this contest and to get all these interesting, wonderful and fantastic poems from so many talented writers and poets!

It is Halloween’s eve after 9 pm Eastern Time, the deadline for submissions. The 1st Halloween-poem contest is closed now.

We want to thank all participants, readers and supporters for being a part of it.

Of course. it’s not over yet! – Our jury of 5 judges will carefully consider all entries and decide on the three winners.

Please give us one week to discuss. The results will be announced November 7, 2015.

Stay tuned!


Fifth collection of contest submissions

We proudly present the fifth collection of contest submissions for the
1st Halloween-poem contest.

“Chest of Gold”
It began when I opened myself
My heart was said of gold in my regular chest
Then I found jewels out of people
Attracting, shining sparkles to wedge in this nest
I saw a zipper under my Adam’s apple
That passed across and destroyed my bust
I removed the whole just behind my pectorals
To collect glitters that cut my breath
During my transplantation I didn’t expect
My body to reject these twinkles
but I finished knees on soil and palms
Containing my stopped heart among valuables
Now that I have lost everything there’s no end
I’m a simple pringle frightening
A zombie wandering on a land
Each year, reaching out to people on Halloween

Decorations shall inherit the earth

(By Caroline Cao)

smirking Jack O’ Lanterns

smoke cigars of pinkies

puffing out scarlet smoke

as their plastic smirks would melt into grimaces


The tissue ghost and plastic skeletons

from the trees jiggy-jigged

            from slick licorice nooses

            nibble on their “Made In Taiwan”

            dogchains from their necks

alarming breathless bystanders

who don’t even know there’re

pick-pocketed of their souls

when they delude themselves

safe in sleep


The mall-mannequins witches and werewolves

munched on candy corns at the exhibition

howling like football fans

            trick, trick, trick


They’ll consume unopened candy

spit out its contents

and let the bricks of Hersheys

beads of M&Ms and Reeses

melt in the peeping sun

and produce the glucose river

with its shrill sugar-run

and mummify all the

the victims in pasty glucose


The perfect holiday marinating



Grave Choice

(By Cynthia Morgan)

Weariness overcame me.

Darkness spiraled from the pit of my stomach,

Engulfing me,

Pulling me under,

Surrounding me.

I struggled against it, trying to Breath in the suffocating murk,

Like a Hypnotic Spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts.

Sleep leapt upon me with claws bared,

Sinking them into my flesh,

Penetrating deeply,






Strange sensations scathed over me.

Heaviness.  Lightness.

Breaking through. Crashing in.

Calm Tranquility mixed with Ethereal Panic

Leaving me Searching the dimness Frantically,

but for what I did not know.





All was Silent.  All was Dim.


Fear crashed in on me;

A thousand boulders tumbling from out of the dingy night

Sticking to me,

Pounding over me, yet I did not Fall.

There was no pain,

Only Fear devouring me in the darkness.

Echoes of thought Whispered from the Ebon vastness;

Voices once so Bright and Filled with Life,

Now Empty,




What happened to the Life that was inside me?

Where did my Vibrancy go?

I could not Breathe

And the sensation of Existing without it was terrifying.

Brackish water sloshed around my feet,

Pouring in from the edges of the darkness,

Splashing upwards in a Progression;



My feet felt nailed to the place where I stood.

Unable to run, I Searched the emptiness around me,

Horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me,

Encasing me,




Where was the Light?

Where was the Tunnel?

What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven?

Shadows began to move in the deep darkness,

Slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with Dread.

Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began surround me.

Screeches and cackles more horrendous than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard.

Insidious laughter,

Mocking my struggle;


Icy embalmment,

Closing around me.


All went Silent.

Only a Solitary Voice Spoke,

Echoing from the darkness.

I Listened,


The Tone and Inflection Familiar.

It was my own voice.

It was Me,

Speaking out of the past,

Haunting my own soul;

And as I Listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks,

Falling into the freezing water

Encircling my knees,

My chest,

My chin,

Sloshing upward,

Consuming me.


“I have everything I could ever Want.

There is nothing I Need.

I have Money;

I have Influence ;

I have Reputation,

And more friends than I can count. ……………


Why do I Need God?”


Authors, Poets and Bloggers

Please join in the fun and continue submitting further entries. Have your Halloween poem posted, along with your photo, and if you like, link to your own blog or website.

Please provide us with a proper return email address! We need to be able to contact you!

We will be delighted to receive your submission, just email your entry to me and I’ll post them periodically:




Fourth collection of contest submissions

We proudly present the fourth collection of contest submissions for the
1st Halloween-poem contest.


(by Camberon Rombért)

The mind is in need of stretching can be a dangerous lesson

To teach; it does a lot of assuming on the part of the part of the pupil,

in terms of flexibility. It’s the Experiment of the Eye.

Later, some years when the lesson’s still fresh, you’ll see the demise of your last sanctuary, you’ll hear the gunshots always. Why, why did I see the dreadful Eye?

Why was it looking at me?

Given everything in an objective view I can’t see how it would ever turn out differently.

What terrified, what could never be explained,

Has given me perspective, has made corporeal the things I didn’t see.


Happy Halloween

(by CJ Corbi)

It’s just a house

                      With decorations.

                       Trick or Treat.
                        Creak-ing, Creak-ing.
The door opens to us
                          Floating hand unfolds-
There! A bowl of candy-yes!
Pretty cool trick
                           And now for the treat-
Come on in my sweets
                            Come in and visit a spell.
What’s this? I say,
                            I say I cannot-not yet.
I come back another nite
                             To get my treat for That nite.
I step in and see all around
                              The glimmer & shine,
                                                   The fog & dew
No dust, No spiderwebs, No wolf man Jack
                               Or Vampire Bat
I step forward and enter
                                Another World-
For there-right in front of me is
                                 My Mom, My Dad, My Pet.

The cauldron

(by Tom Gould)


Enter the house

Oh what a sight

Pumpkin lanterns instead of lights

Haunted or deserted

A ghost round the corner proves that it is the former

The chairs all high backed

A witch sits there with her broom

The time will come soon

Her hat all pointed

She is anointed

The cauldron in the middle

And another witch playing the fiddle

As smoke rises from it

As another witch stirs it

The viper below

A snake of a woman

A spell upon her or a devils’ mark

A skeleton stands before her

Reminding her of impending doom

It may come too soon

Against her jacket she struggles  

Frightened and muddled

Enter a ghost

She is her host

The banshee begins to wail

For she must tell her tale

A pumpkin lantern smiles

His eyes yellow and wild

The cauldron waits

 All Hallows Night

As darkness descends upon us

And the moon casts an eerie glow

On the last day of October

It is All Hallows Eve, you know


Where souls of those once departed

Come back once more to roam

Visiting their old haunts

Finding their way back home


Some of them are banshees

Screaming in the night

Or ugly, warty witches

That look an awful fright


Vampires who are looking

For someone’s blood to suck

Zombies from the graveyard

Decayed, and covered in muck.


There are ghosts and there are werewolves

All of which you’ll meet

When you answer your front door bell

And the kids yell ‘Trick or Treat!’


Authors, Poets and Bloggers

Please join in the fun and continue submitting further entries. Have your Halloween poem posted, along with your photo, and if you like, link to your own blog or website.

We will be delighted to receive your submission, just email your entry to me and I’ll post them periodically:


Third collection of contest submissions

We proudly present the third collection of contest submissions for the
1st Halloween-poem contest.

The Talking Dead

(by Bruce Louis Dodson)


I remember the time I first saw his head
He was six months gone, and three months dead
His hair was parted where the ax hit bone
I still think of it often when I’m home alone
An unforgettable image of fear and dread
His skull held together with a golden thread
He was sitting in a chair beside my bed.

His eyes were as big as an oyster’s shell
And the look that they gave me was straight from hell
He said, “You buried my body by the fall down tree,
but this isn’t the last you’re gonna see of me
I will come to your room when your fast asleep,
and bury your body in a grave that’s deep.”
I said, “You can’t do that, you’re because you’re totally dead.
I hit you with a hatchet on the back of your head.”
He said, “How dead I am, remains to be seen.
I’m coming back to get you on Halloween.



Halloween Poem

(by Jennifer Hinsman)

Cherub cheeks and ghosts abound

A running child makes a shrieking sound.

Ghastly make-up and wigs that glow

Porch lights on with treats to bestow.

Smiles on faces with candy in bags

Kids giggle at each other’s gags.

Pumpkins carved to scare

Freaky, frightening, take a dare.

‘Trick or treat’ is what everyone yells

Witches brew and cast their spells.

Will it be sunny?  Or will it snow?

Eerie sounds spook, it’s just the wind, I know.

Cobwebs and spiders decorate the door

Goblins, vampires, masks and more.

Big, gloomy houses suddenly seem haunted

Sinister souls lurk around, but candy is all I wanted.

Bone chilling?  Hair raising?  Yes, but it’s all for fun

Secretly I know staying calm is easier said, than done.

Don’t worry about all the bumps in the night

Halloween is this crazy holiday of fright.



Night of Fright

(by Lizabeth Scott)

Leaves crunch underfoot

Wind howls frighteningly through the night

Passing eerie gravestones, spidery webs, boiling cauldrons, skeletons rattling

Heart racing, pounding, screaming

Loud pounding fists to wood

Waiting…waiting, anxiety bursting from within


Heart racing, pounding, screaming

Shuffling, dragging, scratching sounds

Coming, coming, steps grow slower, louder, as they near

Heart racing, pounding, hammering


Slowly creaks the massive portal groaning, screeching, grating

Wider, wider, wider

Heart racing, pounding, hammering

Slivers of light shining, blinding

Shadows of darkness silhouette into focus

Heart racing, pounding, hammering



Sweet, sour, thank you, more




Authors, Poets and Bloggers

Please join in the fun and continue submitting further entries. Have your Halloween poem posted, along with your photo, and if you like, link to your own blog or website.

We will be delighted to receive your submission, just email your entry to me and I’ll post them periodically:



Second collection of contest submissions

We proudly present the second collection of contest submissions for the
1st Halloween-poem contest.

End Time Constrictor
Riding her broomstick o’er damned gabled slough
Flash lightning, roar thunder shrieks white-eyed pain
Where bats dwell and crows line bare lime bough
Cawing or cleaning beaks in bloody rain.
She seeks one handy with his scythe to spare
None.  Soul mower, Hell’s harvester of sins,
Sod slicer riffing frantic flight: despair
Red gules lit by jack-o-lantern grins.
She waves her gnarled hand as moonrise mocks
Blind children’s laughter punctuating raves
Birth pangs drawn from death’s cool reckoning knocks.
Between marks lies silence of yawning graves.
With soughing sound and broad blade whistling slow
She smiles grim greeting. He swings.  It’s time to go.

(by “FloridaBorne”)


Deep in the Northern Florida woods

away from prying eyes

The spindly pine and sickly oak

hide from the crying skies.

“C’mon inside,” the ghostly moan

and gnarled finger smile

to anyone who passes by

“Y’all come stay awhile.”

A house of horror waits for those

who dare to trick or treat

A canine howl, a fearsome growl

begets a quick retreat.

You dare not move…you can’t escape…

a roiling approaches.

It cannot be!  Dear God, a herd

of fifty thousand roaches!

The zombie dogs are out the door

they stir up all the sand

and lick to death forevermore

the bravest in the land.


 It was Halloween Eve
(by Melody Fisher)
The moon was a sliver
The sight I beheld
Made my flesh quiver
I’m not easily shaken
But this caught my eye
I recognized that man
I knew he had died
Now standing before me
No worse for wear
In a sparkly white jumpsuit
And shiny black hair
I was stunned by his presence
I whispered “The King?”
He winked as he nodded
Then started to sing!
As he crooned “Love Me Tender”
I started to scream
No sound escaped
Just like in a dream
Then he sauntered close to me
And opened his mouth
“Wheres the costume party?
Is that the right house?”
I sighed in relief
and started to giggle
In time to watch
those famous hips wiggle
Then, without warning
His spirit took flight!
He faded away
Like mist in the night.
I know what I saw.
I have not one doubt.
The ghost of dear Elvis
Was out and about.


Authors, Poets and Bloggers

Please join in the fun and continue submitting further entries. Have your Halloween poem posted, along with your photo, and if you like, link to your own blog or website.

We will be delighted to receive your submission, just email your entry to me and I’ll post them periodically: