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I Have Written Myself Empty of Words
I have written myself empty of words Do not misunderstand me there are still plenty but a story has taken them as it was meant to.
By Henrik Hageland4 months ago in Poets
Riverside Desert Morning Blues
This piece came out of a warm desert morning where everything moved slow the kind of quiet that lets the blues speak for themselves.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Vacuum Empire
Mr. Miracle lived in my townhouse right before I moved in. Found slips of paper scattered on the floor with affirmations.
By Ernest Taulbee4 months ago in Poets
Sides of Opal . Top Story - July 2026.
The sun rays separate the sea covered sand to show its opal cracks, its always been my favorite stone. The precious weeks where the clock doesn’t chase us and nor do our parents.
By Mel.W4 months ago in Poets
Where the Years Grow Gentle
The season drifts through me like an old companion, bringing a fragrance carried from forgotten hills, where rain gathered among fern and heather and every path promised another measure of wonder.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Fingertips
We sat there 'til the golden light made way to silver beams. New moon kept its promises, brought about a change. We drank tea and silence made a home between us. No more thoughts needed to be voiced. Cooled down tea and slowly fading light our only reminders of time. The words ended, the heartbeats slowed down, yet our gazes avoided the door. Shoulders relaxed, jaws trembled unwillingly, gratitude seeped in through the cracks. And maybe. Just maybe we hoped for a miracle. One we knew would never come. Holding on to yesterday was easier than facing the truth. Just for one more moment. Our palms slowly separated, lingering for an instant. Fingertips said their final goodbyes. Your eyes fixed on my lips, mine glued to yours. Heart I knew so well turned back to being just another passer on the street of life.
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
A Small Dissection
Wrong pen. What a blame-game claim; the drawing is next week--get your own! 'Not yelling, yelling;' voicing concern dialogue in its
By Willem Indigo4 months ago in Poets
Who Said That? No, Who Did That
He said, "What the heck!" She said, "What the hell?" They said, "WTF?" All in surprise all in shock all saying it for similar reasons ~ Did you see that? He sped around me for what? Only to stop two cars up! ~ Did you see that? He almost hit that deer! Well, it was sitting there on the shoulder. ~ Did you see that? The clown in the gown riding with a crown right into town on his motorcycle ~ Right next to a bicycle and him wearing a cowboy buckle eating a popsicle Is the circus in the circle ~ WTF? What the Hell? What the Heck?
By Denise E Lindquist4 months ago in Poets
Discarded
My daughter’s cat, the runt of a feral litter pawned off on me is now an outdoor cat. The dog, who moved in during the pandemic (and sheds
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
The World Stands on Standby again
The World Stands on Standby again It feels like the world’s on standby again, Holding its breath through unbearable flame. The sky wears a fever no rain can erase, As summer returns with a psychotic face.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Unit Six
On a boarding request: the same apartment in a small building. The doors in a string along the sidewalk. Constant return
By Ernest Taulbee4 months ago in Poets
Beneath the Puerto Rican Sky
At the edge of Old San Juan, the Atlantic keeps its endless watch. White crosses rest beneath an open sky, each carrying a lifetime still treasured by someone.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets