Minte Stara
Small writer and artist who spends a lot of their time stuck in books, the past, and probably a library.
Currently I'm working on my debut novel What's Normal Here, a historical/fantasy romance.
We Draw Apart the Sky
We draw apart the sky With cold fingers Not unkind or cruel, But with a sense of finality. We draw apart the sky
Minte StaraPublished 28 days ago in PoetsThe Silver City // The Universe Ends // The Lake
The Silver City There are very little for me to think about in the age of silver. It brings me little joy to see the city alight with the metal, shining from all of the buildings and windows. I can only just remember an age when the streets I walked was not lined with the hues of our state’s colors. Before, I must have been five, when I remember the vague ideas of home and comfort. There was a glow to streetlights along the stone street.
Minte StaraPublished about a month ago in FictionTo My Father Who Isn't Dead
To my father who isn’t dead, Because I feel like you are. I have completely lost you. We have nothing in common any longer. I am faced each day with your touch on my shoulder. And I want to shy away. I want to yell at you to not touch me. That you aren’t my father any more.
Minte StaraPublished about a month ago in FamiliesNyx the Night
There is a comfort in the darkness and a beauty in it. I watch the dark constellations. I am them. I am them over and over again, even if I am seen by mortal eyes or the eyes of what might as well be gods.
Minte StaraPublished 2 months ago in FictionDear ---
Dear —, I don’t know how to respond to your post. I’m not even sure if mine would ever reach you. So maybe I like to think that if that’s the case, then maybe you’ll see this, someway and somehow.
Minte StaraPublished 2 months ago in PsycheThe Difference in Our Step
Step, step, step The dance we have across the floor. I hold his hand. He holds mine. I feel the coldness of his flesh
Minte StaraPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Money
Why do you have that dream? Why do you want to have that path? Make money, make money? Does it make money?
Minte StaraPublished 2 months ago in PoetsRed Carpet Casino
There is no direction. You find yourself using arbitrary paths. Follow the red carpet. All the carpet is red.
Minte StaraPublished 2 months ago in Poets
