Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.
Every-writer, it's all in me... DO LOOK DOWN!
I can't deal with any more spirits right now. I'm dealing with my own spirit guides And my own spirit ties. Canned soup (again) on the agenda
By Ángel Sierra5 months ago in Poets
For the first time in their lives, white people are “scared.” Because even though they deny there's anything wrong, When their privileges and comfort are ripped from beneath their steady feet,
Children of darkness. You turned the lights out, Israel. You churned bodies, bodies On bodies Buried
By Ángel Sierra6 months ago in Poets
“Covenist uncovered. Identified: T. Other parties: Unknown—location, et cetera.” There was a long pause before the masked voice came back. “Secured: No threats. Covenist initiated.”
By Ángel Sierra6 months ago in Fiction
“Forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who have trespassed against us. Give us this day our daily bread, Daily bread, daily bread...
“How much?” The librarian looks up through thick, eggplant purple eyeglass frames. Her lips hardly move when she says, “How much what, or how many—pages, books?” She has a thick native accent. Her lipstick matches her glasses and blouse.
By Ángel Sierra10 months ago in Fiction
ONE| Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Old and young people alike, they danced too. Everything was one then. Everyone was one.
By Ángel Sierraabout a year ago in Fiction
Ticking is the clock. Dripping is the faucet—drops Your rickety jaw.
By Ángel Sierraabout a year ago in Poets
Gimme a rhyme for time for selling your soul for a sorry old dime. • • • SONG BELOW - 'CLOCKS' BY COLDPLAY.
Ashes from star dust. Spun a web so we mattered. Black-clad, they gather. • • • LOOK DOWN!
Ringing in my ears. Perpetually alarmed. Bombs, nervous ticks, bones. • • • SONG BELOW - 'SKULLS' BY BASTILLE.
Punctuality. Immortality—liter -ary? Lit'rally! • • • The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Illustrations by Henry Keen, published in 1925.
