Prose

Amber eyes afloat
I turn a corner, I turn a corner My heart beats wilder My lungs soak in the stars, dizzy and numb I Turn a corner I can’t catch my breath
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 months ago in Poets
Snow in South Central
What's that I see fallin' from the sky? White icy pellets! But not from some drive-by The streets turn white And my brothers and sister
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
programatic
quantum romance existing on fine lines sustained with patience something i've been chasing always out of reach beyond a fixed grasp
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
*One* Side of the Story 📖📚
^ You remember that time we ran to IHOP at like 2 am? ^ Yeah, back then. And wasn’t it… yeah… because we knew it closed at 3.
By Gabriel B. Shames5 months ago in Poets
The Hour That Never Stood Still
There will be a night, years from now, when I wake suddenly certain I have heard your voice again. It's raining against the windows. Darkness stretching through every room. For one terrible moment, you are living somewhere beneath the same starless heavens.
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Beer Makes Friends
I. Six pack of beer flows through a funnel and rubber hose. Downed it like a pro! II. All the cliques now watch as I stumble and falter.
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
what isn't broken. Top Story - May 2026. Content Warning.
exposure and observation waiting for a closed door to open know what isn't spoken and don't speak before then what isn't broken isn't an easy fix
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
we're only gonna die. Content Warning.
on the menu identities consumed isolation by design tribalistic separation because of us and them true nature denied civilization without humanity
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
Doctor of Dinosaurs
At five, I wanted to be a doctor of dinosaurs to treat those ailing monsters. But I took a trip to the museum by the Coliseum.
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
Duckless and Luckless
I wish, I wish with my every heartbeat to be an owner of a Jeep with all my ducks in a neat row. Yet, because I am without a Jeep
By Kami R. Taylons5 months ago in Poets
𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓒𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓑𝓻𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓽
Born in 1794 you had your first poem published when you were thirteen "Thanatopsis" you published your first book, "Poems" in 1821
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
VHS. Winner in Out of Order Challenge.
[play] Gravel crunches beneath the tyres as the car edges out the parking lot. The fuel tank needle signals half. She looks at her passenger
By Amanda Abela6 months ago in Poets