Prose

Haunted House by the Freeway
I. That house! The one by the freeway. Despite my attempts to look away, it reels me in with its haunted past. II. Small, cramped,
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
Barren
Sally in fallacy. Morrow we come. A thumb inverted bent too far. Glass vase shattered pattered. Gone and as she shone. Might we fight with might in the night as we search for light, but the thing before the sillhouetted moon is an kite. Swallow and expel, stretch and bellow. Love in a mug as we trudge through sands without a mariachi band. Solemn with golem we stand in gotham, yet light be it. Prithee thyne orange story at the tory tower. Like candlelight without wax and a fax machine that isn't keen. A bet of life, yet one of variant strife. Follow me please, or deny me that. For these emotions only exist in my mind as my body remains empty.
By Dabdid4 months ago in Poets
Blue Ceilings
Fairy lights and glowing moons illuminate the room with a soft glow, sibilant light sliding across the ceiling in water patterns while blue sand drifts to the bottom of a suspended disc. Helichrysum and pomegranate fragrance the water, and smoke wafts toward the ceiling from a wand of incense. Rubies hum beside cool lapis with jasper everywhere. Amethysts and citrine linger near agates, obsidian and quartz stand sentinel, pillars rising above of it all. Sanctuary.
By Harper Lewis 4 months ago in Poets
To Don't
Sleeping is like an addiction to me. Mostly because there's never any dreams. It's essentially non-participation in life,
By Lolly Vieira4 months ago in Poets
Pinot
Some mistakes define you, others break you. You were the latter. For so long we were a haven, a refuge forged in a language known only to us.
By Amanda Abela4 months ago in Poets
Private Eye. Top Story - June 2026.
Lowly servant of the highest want, private spy of the collective eye, our paths cross suspiciously well. Whomsoever tried to pass the rule,
By Kristen Keenon Fisher5 months ago in Poets
How to Breathe in a Vacuum
There will be no air in the room. This will be both true and not true. Schrödinger’s air, but she won’t laugh. She will only have thought it, not said it aloud.
By Lauren Everdell5 months ago in Poets
Earthbound
I can't seem to find the right assortment of letters to make up the words which form the sentences that morph into paragraphs
By Amanda Abela5 months ago in Poets
When the World Misreads You. Top Story - June 2026.
Sometimes we let the world decide who we are, even when it never sees us clearly. ________ There were two pearls that grew above land.
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
A Substitute's Foe
I. The moment I walk in, I see your eyes trained on me. You follow me as I walk down the aisle toward the teacher's desk where I lay
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
Dinner Plans. Top Story - June 2026.
Jonathan Swift was a bigger pussy than the ones spitting out the babies he wanted us to eat. Thinking too small with his isle of white mentality. I’d say he was a republican, but fetus fois gras is more of a plan than they would vote for.
By Sean A.5 months ago in Poets
The Uninvited Guest
Dress of lace Chantilly cream cake Spying eyes with no face Unwilling glances you take Gazing from afar, my skin you trace
By Sama Habib5 months ago in Poets