I don't know the way
But she does, stone peak compass
pointing me back home
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Gillian Pegg and writers in Poets and other communities.
I wait, patiently suspended between clock hands my fate on your lips
By Gillian Peggabout a year ago in Poets
Have you persisted at tasks or relationships, though the labours hardly bore fruit? We hang on to things that no longer serve any purpose because we have an attachment to them.
By Michelle Liew4 days ago in Poets
Don't stop. Keep going. Every pain has a purpose. Direction checked. Move!
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about 14 hours ago in Poets
British spelling. Please scroll down to read the imperial measurement version of my story. <> Metric measurement version:
By A B Forbes4 days ago in Futurism
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.