First, the blaze performs— walls flushed gold, shadows bowing and stretching like late guests at the door. You say it feels like we’ve paused time,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Age: old enough to know better but still agile and young enough to work circles around most people younger than me. Ethnicity: 1.5% Afro-Caribbean. That's my favorite part of me, so I'm going with it.
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
First, do not bully the light. Let it sneak in through the cheap blinds, thin as a rumor, slow as an apology that took years to form.
We sat on opposite ends of one small, faithful couch. Our sentences in winter coats, our silences a crouch. The lamp rehearsed a warmer mood; the window watched instead.
Who rides a motorcycle in the snow Who would think to ride a bicycle It makes sense to ride a motorcycle Who rides a motorcycle in the snow
By Denise E Lindquist11 months ago in Poets
It all starts with the mistaken belief (sorry Hank, but not that much) that anyone wants to read anything I write. The spirals downhill from there.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
Her gaze is on the blacktop, her foot on the pedal, Her heart no longer crying in grief, Her eyes have shed the last tears of the past,
By Colleen Millsteed 11 months ago in Poets
I. The Mirror Isn’t Me (Philosophical — AABB) . I look into the mirror’s face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast11 months ago in Poets
I should have been a lighthouse keeper With the solitary life I lead Helping sailors to take heed I should have been a lighthouse keeper
By Calvin London11 months ago in Poets
“The world in a grain of sand they say, and a beauty in a wild flower “ An Immortality’s portrait.. I see amongst life and its stars
By David S. JohnsonWilliams11 months ago in Poets
I keep you in a bowl I made one late November night. With thumbs that didn’t trust themselves and wrists that held on tight.
"O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend /The brightest heaven of invention,/ A kingdom for a stage, princes to act /And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!" --William Shakespeare, The History of Henry V, Prologue, Scene 1, lines 1-4
By D. J. Reddall11 months ago in Poets
