Scorched, your cheeks glow red Sun-seared while we slept - except Where my hand had been ©October 21, 20203, Dana O. Crandell. All rights reserved.
By Dana CrandellV+3 years ago in Poets
1) An Awkward Lonliness We are together, alone on the last bus ride. Staring at our phones. 2) Uncomfortable Grief In my heart we are
By Sydney Chapman3 years ago in Poets
Group text to the fam— a dinner invite. "Granny, I swear I typed duck."
By Kristen BalyeatV+3 years ago in Poets
Laughing during lunch, Absorbed in conversation. Spinach in my teeth.
By Kari McLeese3 years ago in Poets
Kid, please put that back! That’s not a toy…well, it is! But, it’s just your mom’s!
By Alexis Dean Jr.3 years ago in Poets
Someone is waving. Sad and lonely, I wave back. They’re hailing a cab.
By J. Otis HaasV+3 years ago in Poets
deceit is a kick the other woman's panties the dog's morning shit
By Jen Parkhill “JP”V+3 years ago in Poets
(Instagram stalking)… Oops, I clicked the like button! Status: mortified.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
I fist bump him back. He frowns. He was just trying To give me my change.
By Jessica DowdingV+3 years ago in Poets
I want to sleep, but there are strangers in my bed; I live on my friend’s couch. . . . . . (drawing by my friend, Tong, of his couch)
By Sone Kramer3 years ago in Poets
Ordered some dinner Waiter said, "Enjoy your food--" And I said, "You too."
By Stephanie HoogstadV+3 years ago in Poets
His eyes twinkling Holding his rugged hand out Wait, it's a high five
By Josie Brown3 years ago in Poets