Stream of Consciousness
memory merry-go-round
There were four, then three - and Three searched for Four and howled, looking – a full year - in all of Three’s hiding places. Suddenly two were left, which made room, of course, since the four had become two. Two again turned into four . Suddenly, four became three , and Three was happy to find that he was among three , not four. We missed Four , but Three did not . Then he, Three , died, too. Two more came along for a short bit. But again, the circle repeated: four became two , and the last ones, the two who arrived last, were here after the original two were gone. The Original Two gone! Was it twelve years? Sketched into throbbing hearts and pulsating brains, revolving on the memory merry-go-round. Then, the circular cycle repeated, taking one of the last two Followed soon by the second’s departure, L e a v i n g the h u m a n s as T w o , and B e r e f t .
By Andrea Corwin 3 days ago in Poets
Walking Into October. Top Story - October 2026.
October challenge: Prompt - Write a poem that makes October feel like a place you can enter. Imagine October isn't a month. It's somewhere you can go. What does it look like when you get there? Maybe the streets are covered in wet leaves and porch lights glow before dinner. Maybe there's a bonfire somewhere in the distance, a house you shouldn't knock on, or a path through the woods that wasn't there in September. Your October might be cozy, eerie, nostalgic, lonely, strange, or something else entirely. Write a poem that turns October into a place and invites the reader inside. Give it weather. Give it sounds. Give it somewhere to wander. Then see where October takes you.
By Denise E Lindquist3 days ago in Poets
Natural Indifference
“You desire to LIVE "according to Nature"? Oh, you noble Stoics, what fraud of words! Imagine to yourselves a being like Nature, boundlessly extravagant, boundlessly indifferent, without purpose or consideration, without pity or justice, at once fruitful and barren and uncertain: imagine to yourselves INDIFFERENCE as a power—how COULD you live in accordance with such indifference?" --Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good & Evil , Chapter I, Section IX
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
Shock Boom
Home from a trip. Chicago and Battle Creek had blue skies for five days. Blue skies and mid-seventies. Heaven. It sprinkled on the way home from the Seattle airport, and the wind blew all night. Wind chimes and bronze double bells sang to the night, all night. This morning, I woke to the usual thick gray Autumn skies. It's my son's birthday. It's rainy and breezy; the trees are gifting their leaves to the streets, turning the edges yellow, gold, and red. They glisten admirably in the rain, a lovely visual as I drive home from an appointment. An afternoon to myself to catch up on emails and unpack. Then…. BOOM! The table shook. It's my son's birthday. My welcome home: an earthquake, reported to be 16 miles deep and 40 miles away. On my son's birthday.
By Andrea Corwin 4 days ago in Poets
