Shanice Steadman-Olliver

Joined November 2020

0 stories

Bio

"...Beauty is life when

life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil." - The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

Stories (6/0)

Lost Threads
Disturbances are always tolerated If they come with ideas about ideation! Susurrating thought, drink To the finest hole of escape under threat of
By Shanice Steadman-Olliver10 months ago in Poets
Allegory
Alternation, an artful anagram an actor's arch aria against annihilation. An antithesis, armed ages ago against all antagonists at autonomy.
By Shanice Steadman-Olliverabout a year ago in Poets
Misplaced
Owl is the spirit of a next-door neighbor who overdosed owl is a portent of death, there to witness Collect A story that exists retold and retold never written
By Shanice Steadman-Olliver2 years ago in Poets
Mulch Cemetery
Even without the inside rings, so ancient wrung dry the tears of what used to be young before we were born (not all Trees but some).
By Shanice Steadman-Olliver2 years ago in Poets
The Waystation
She sat on the yellow line, the red line, the blue line. Echoes in her eyes, they rang white and screaming, a thorny humid trap of a mind. Limb in limbo all askew, thoughts in a loop of prayers, which like magic, are supposed to grant some wish. They flood up into the “heavens,” maybe just in that direction, poor lost spirits never knowing their destination.
By Shanice Steadman-Olliver2 years ago in Poets
Midnight Muse
The night too dark for 3 am, just a pit where my last drink should have been Before I would have, with winter fog and careless faces meant to take from me,
By Shanice Steadman-Olliver2 years ago in Poets