Miles Pen

Joined August 2022

0 stories

Bio

I'm a Native American artist and storyteller who enjoys creating new things.

* Nitsiniiyi'taki ("I Thank You" in Blackfeet)

Stories (59/0)

Worth
From far beyond our earthly sphere, An alien visitor did once appear. Eyes of wonder, curious and wide, He wanted to know humanity’s drive.
By Miles Pen7 months ago in Poets
The Wings of Time
When I was a little boy I wanted to be a poet. I would often take refuge in words as if they were magic islands that could protect me from the chaotic outer world. Though blessed with parents who did their best to love me despite their own unique traumas, it was words that raised and comforted me the most. They were there when nobody else was.
By Miles Pen8 months ago in Humans
The Gates of Night
This will be my last time here, so listen closely. Do you hear that beating drum? That is not just the sound of my old dying heart, that is the song of an entire world unraveled— that world, my world, this land you now call America. The heart of all that was and the heart of all that will be.
By Miles Pen8 months ago in Fiction
Beautiful Distractions
Dance under these Infinitely numbered Stars. Tomorrow is not guaranteed. Read a book and go skinnydipping And make love under a perfect
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Poets
Distracted
Distance calls us to reconnect. Instead, we are divided behind these screens. Society is becoming more anti-social. Time is money and those numbers rule us.
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Poets
Days Go By
Days go by like some sad slow river finding its mother sea I sit here thinking about lost love, wondering if you'll ever find me
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Poets
Everything That Became You
Mary Garcia had terminal cancer and was near the end of her 47-year-old life. She stopped breathing at 3:30 on a Sunday afternoon.
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Fiction
The Crazy Man
Everybody ignores him. He talks to himself in the park, on the subway, and while resting in bus stations. He's crazy, they will tell you.
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Fiction
Savage Beasts
They raise me from the darkness to kill or be killed. Higher and higher I rise until everything stops. It is time. The trap door falls, sunlight stings my eyes, and I’m released into a stone circle of endless slaughter.
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Fiction
Vincent van Gone
The world's most famous artist died in slow and painful obscurity. At the time, nobody knew him except for Paul Gaugin and the handful of women who rejected his love.
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Fiction
The Memory of A Tree
I have seen for some time the changing of the world. Things rise and fall, cities come and empires go. In my vanishing forest; green turns to yellow and red and finally to dark brown. A slow fade into winter.
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Day
September 11th, 2001, 8:00 a.m. It was a beautiful late summer morning and Greg Russo was running late. He didn't get much sleep, couldn't find his toothbrush, Lauren (his ex) called him right when he was walking out the door, and every taxi bypassed him until this one stopped.
By Miles Pen11 months ago in Fiction