Grandma stands at the stove, hands pressing warm dough into perfectly imperfect circles. No rolling pin—just hands, fingertips dusted with flour,
By Tina D. Lopez9 months ago in Poets
The last time I felt everything it came in fragments— like trying to remember a dream after it’s already apologized for waking you up.
By Marcus Hill9 months ago in Poets
First, locate the heat. Not the visible flames— those are theatrical, orange-mouthed and bragging. Find instead the quiet combustion:
The body remembers what the mouth edits out. That is how we survive— by redacting the evidence of our own trembling. My mother taught me to fold grief
Hey, why are you there? Looking around the place With my wondering thoughts Enjoying the nature’s music Feeling the wind kissing my skin
By Lou_Einale9 months ago in Poets
My mind acts like it’s happening today. I know others expected it more than I. You were never capable of loving me in return.
Dance in the reflection of the crystal mirror inside a bright and shimmery room, spin across the floor, across the rainbows that are pirouetting with you
By Andrea Corwin 9 months ago in Poets
The sky rains light so dawn is found. Each drop, a promise, a cycle bound. - The shorelines break so rivers run, entwined beneath
By Latisha Jean9 months ago in Poets
Betty Beavers Truck Stop & Diner A place that welcomes all but the whiner Who knew it was he that she blew by, the Dork In the town of Fultonville, New York
By Denise E Lindquist9 months ago in Poets
Falling through clouds, as gravity battles for my soul The needle I have inserted in my veins filled with music Clouds morph to a sky of molten gray
By Mindy Reed9 months ago in Poets
The Worms Inside My Head I write with what is left of me each word a thread of memory no wires speak these thoughts I keep
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
There's a saying; There's always a Rainbow after it storms. But what if it never stops storming? You do everything you can to make it stop storming.
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
