Mental Health

The Raven . Top Story - November 2025.
It’s been 27 minutes since I last saw her ebony hair Or maybe it’s been centuries, who knows? Perhaps it was only yesterday when I first laid eyes on her
By Anna Torres12 months ago in Poets
Hardwired Beings
Within our minds a pattern takes shape. Of purposes we perceive but can't escape. For those that navigate with artistry and care. We attribute a will beyond what's really there.
By Solomon Walker12 months ago in Poets
WORKERS OF PATHWAYS
I added the video because it is an important part of the visuals for this story. I am not apologizing for the video because I thought about just publishing the story but the video works for this story. My teacher friend in LA loves the videos and the visuals. I dedicate this to my teacher friend, Ms. Lidia, to my social worker therapist, Elizabeth, to my Nurse, Arapia, and to my caregiver, Rosa.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
Your Ghost Borrowed My Shoes
Your ghost borrowed my shoes last night. I know, because they weren’t where I left them— not by the door with the muddy laces,
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
The Rats Keep Score. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
Behold the man deserving of sackcloth Whose modesty, façade is stripped bare Picked apart by the rats and the moth ~ He who hides in shadows from wroth
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Blood Red Lately. Content Warning.
She stands just 4’11 tall, but carries a weight that could crush them all. Half Black flame, half winter white, born in Trinidad, fading from sight.
By Danae Williams12 months ago in Poets
The Things We Left on Read
The chat history scrolls back farther than we lasted, blue and gray bubbles like cheap wallpaper We never bothered to peel off.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Bonsai Dreams
In the quiet corner of an old wooden veranda, a bonsai tree stands—still, patient, eternal— holding within its miniature form
By Alexander Mind12 months ago in Poets
Untamed Spark (a poem by Solomon). AI-Generated.
A maverick novelty, a tempestuous force that stalks respect. A tectonic turbulence that upends the known, the loved, the entrenched. It materializes in countless guises, this fierce and untamed spark. A person, an ideology, a tech or a novel approach to embark.
By Solomon Walker12 months ago in Poets
Erasure
Fragrant, come closer, she said Not nearly alone enough, I swore My hand, she took, - heart, she Stole with ---feeling Fragrant, - closer, she paused
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Matchsticks in a Flooded Room
In my chest, there’s a flooded room and someone, probably me, keeps trying to light matchsticks in it. The floor is ankle-deep in old conversations,
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Stars Caught in the Power Lines
Stars get caught in the power lines by my house on nights the city forgets to be louder than my head. Tiny white snags on black cables,
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets