Prose

A LifeTime Event.
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Passage. Runner-Up in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
Now, to search out the isolates. Gathering the bits. As Duncan said, a sense of parts fitting in relation to a design that is larger*. Neither reduction nor expansion, merely an observation. Comprehending what is happening, every happening. The cogs and wheels necessary to make a life turn, come nearer to its completion. To realize the attempt as an escapist. Working in words...want[ing] every part of the actual world involved in [the] escape*.
By Guia Noconabout a year ago in Poets
Normal
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I keep falling in love with something very unlovable
Can’t think about the moon as a foreign concept, cause she’s so blessedly close to the sun, Who’s familiar as anger, as the tang of skin and salt on your lips,
By Ameliaabout a year ago in Poets
Blood of the Wolf: The Call
There is tell tale of a fisherman on the outskirts of the land of the undead who has heard the call of the moon-kin in the dark of night.
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
Let Me Sit With You
Silence is such a full bodied sound. Not like the bare echoes of cymbals or untuned piano keys. Silence is full of heaving chests, old hardwood sagging beneath your weight, a lonely tree branch greeting your window, and all the other too oft ignored delights.
By Taylor Jené Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
Spirit Messengers of Earth and Sky
This is the time to call the spirit messengers to breathe peace into our universe of division and chaos in 2025. In Choctaw culture, birds, especially the Biskinik (often identified with the blue jay), are sacred messengers, symbols of communication, and bearers of spiritual news. They connect the earthly and spiritual realms, guiding and warning with their presence.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Inception
I never meant to write poems, I’m just tracing my own experience and somehow it reads like a poem I don’t try to be a poet
By Quinn Holmabout a year ago in Poets
soft
love (noun) : an intense feeling of deep affection I truly did not love myself but I managed to find someone that loved every piece of me, even the parts of myself that I truly found unlovable.
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets
untrusted fund. Content Warning.
he comes together from pieces people, places, and so many things collected from experiences an exponential doorknob with the portal that always revolves
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Take a minute, Mama
You look tired, mama. Take a deep breath, mama. Take a seat, raise your feet, Just relax, mama. Everything is okay. The babies are safe,
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
Like Double Oh Seven
Always shaken, but not stirred. I try playing cool, like double-oh-seven would do. I wait at the bar, looking for my Bond girl.
By Dean Traylorabout a year ago in Poets