Prose
In Memory of
In memory of yesterday’s last moments of light as they receded into night, the seconds of splendor before the surrender. In loving memory of the last sweet drop of wine, from the tip of my tongue where it lingered until it disappeared in my senses.
By Aissa Martellabout a year ago in Poets
Paint Me A Chocolate Pardon
Cover the world in pink. There is proof that it calms violent criminals. Paint prisons and cells hot pink, dress guards and inmates in rose, magenta, cherry, and watermelon, and include forms of chocolate for de-stressing in all meals. High-quality chocolate will be delivered in box trucks painted fuchsia, their sides covered in displays of chocolate candy.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Undying Resilience
Morning came like a ghost, pale, watchful, too quiet. She stepped into its hush, past ruins still whispering her name. Memory clung, soft as cobwebs, bitter as wine. Yet beneath the sorrow, something stirred. A breath. A beginning. The past would haunt, true, but no longer hold. She walked on, unclaimed.
By M.R. Cameoabout a year ago in Poets
