art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Den
The wedding was over and the couple were pished. Not their wedding but the sober cousin promised he would take the baby home. He wheeled the pram across the cobblestones for a hundred metres to the hotel room and proceeded to wheel each step with the pram up gradually until they reached the landing, pushing the pram into the room and while the cousin and her partner gently sit on the couch and gently fall to sleep. Passed and blackout drunk. The cousin puts the baby into the cot and it goes to sleep, the picture resembles a crack den.
By Karl McBeath6 months ago in Poets
The "Museum of Lost Smells
The "Museum of Lost Smells In the year 2092, the world was paved in silver and glass. We had solved the problem of decay, but in doing so, we had accidentally scrubbed away the soul of the earth. The sky was a permanent, controlled shade of cerulean, and the air was filtered to a neutral, odorless nothingness.
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets
