Prose
BONES DON'T LIE
BONES DON’T LIE A Pathway Worker’s Song Intro Yesterday I wrote something that came from a deep place, a place shaped by the world I grew up in, and the world I chose instead. This piece is about extremism, autonomy, migration, ancestry, and the human road. It’s about refusing to go backward, even when the culture around us tries to drag us there. The photos included are the quiet moments that inspired it, pauses, breaths, shifts.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
2040 will become 1940
Well here we are, not learning from history. A gorgeous blue butterfly we all shall never see again. The xerces extinct in the 1940s. I scrapbooked the page adding that we need the bees and hope their extinction slows! Now the monarch 🦋??? Sweet home Alabama, you will never be the same again if you don't have the state butterfly! Yet bugs like the dung beetle... Anything that eats up on our nice plants turning them to dried slivers! Do you see any of those going extinct? We just can't have a nice, beautiful world and keep it now can we? A true shame.
By Seashell Harpspring 2 months ago in Poets
The Château Of My Love
Yes please enter waltz frolic in the hall of my great château, your beauty and bright mind rivaling its most intricate detail Entwined at the warmth of the foyer, safe, intimate, nesting, taking flight, thriving, and so certain of Love Love Love.. Time passing, a shift in the glow, the embrace, somewhat forceful; You are mine and mine only, I wish for your voice alone! Your voice alone to echo through the halls and corridors, the attium, the inner garden. And in the throne room, you shall dance for my delight, for my eyes only These walls, keeping you safe This bridge, keeping invaders away This dungeon, the heart of the chateau, holding you, holding you, my dear, precious dear, for my delight. Your friends deserve of no such beauty and luxury, for they are unworthy. Your family has other duties, why bother them with visits and other wastes of time? You don't even need to go outside; all is provided in here, in this perfect place, in the château of my love. Yet in his satisfied smile, in his self-centered all importance, a shatter, and the veil lifts for a second;
By YonathanJ - Writer2 months ago in Poets
Husk
You swept into my life And stole all my nights That bled into years My greatest of fears Animated within A soulless husk Frankenstein At least Left his monster with a mob Where by the end Even our passion was an act Until you finally Blessedly Evaporated Leaving me alone with A blood-drained heart And a wine-stained bed
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Poets
An Ode to Long Lost Summers
I remember the heat Of endless July Hair frizzing Freckles etched permanently Into my sun-kissed skin Laying on soft splinters of green Searching the topaz sky For familiar faces in the clouds. They smile at me Those infinitesimal cotton comforts Holding my dreams And space For a girl Still growing wings
By Ellie Hoovs2 months ago in Poets
Greeks Who Inspire Me
As most of you know, I have a small obsession with Greek mythology (but only since 1980). In addition to my subversive fiction, I like tinkering with the Greeks in poetry. For those of you who share this obsession, I’m putting the poetry here (The fiction is in Southern Greek Mythology).
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
