Prose

Stab Wounds and Art Books
The TV says "investigators noticed the blood in the streetlight glare" and in my young mind, I'm not sure if it means the streetlights on screen,
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
Extinguishing Andúril
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
For the Left Hip of Māra
"Come to Thailand with me." Came her quiet plea. We huddled in our hostel bed, curtains closed to the full room– far from soundproof.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Spindleshanks. Runner-Up in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
Before you begin, be sure to ask the right question. Can I do anything for you? Then put your foot on the pedal and try. Take brittle translucence and turn it into opaque strings of vainglory.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
Detest Protest of the Absurd
This song is a prayer wrapped in rhythm, a Native rock anthem forged in the fire of injustice and clarity. I created both the lyrics and instrumental music to honor ancestral resilience and speak truth to chaos. It’s a sonic protest and a sacred offering. May it stir something deep within you and awaken what’s been waiting.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Sometimes
Sometimes, I don’t know who I am. I hide between who I wish to be and what the rest wants to see. There are traces of malice in my acts of kindness,
By Krizzia BWabout a year ago in Poets
I’m Not Whining. I’m Seething.. Content Warning.
Let's be crystal fucking clear. I’m not writing because I want pity. And don't bother with thoughts or prayers. I’m writing because I’m living in a body that’s collapsing in slow motion while everyone around me keeps suggesting I “try counseling or CBD or $10 Tea."
By Danielle Katsourosabout a year ago in Poets
Getting Lost Is Easy
Step one: approach your quarry. Don't be afraid; it won't bite. Steady... Steady... Can you reach it yet? Good. Step two: gently, gently, stroke its spine.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Poets
Instructions for Disappearing
INSTRUCTIONS FOR DISAPPEARING 1. Pick a place where nobody will find you. Zoom in on a nice looking patch of forest. Throw a dart at a map.
By Emily Threlkeldabout a year ago in Poets
It kills me to write this
Start quietly. Be so silent that the crickets she hears… hear crickets. Leave so gently she won't be able to comprehend how her house could blow over from a such a mild breeze.
By Dabout a year ago in Poets
Colors of Us
We are the colors of rainbows. I created Native American music from my Native Choctaw heritage. I am mosaic of DNA and so fed up with MAGA
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
It Happens Incrementally. Winner in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
~The Commands should pile upon the Demands.~ Step back, out of the way. Give up your seat. Sacrifice. Shrink. Cower. Roll over.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets