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Book Review: "Imagist Poetry" ed. by Peter Jones . Top Story - October 2025.
Hopefully you and I can skim over the legacy of the poet Ezra Pound, who was basically the leader of this movement, and concentrate on what the movement itself was actually about. Imagism: a subculture of poetry focused on deliberate imagery, blossoming in the early 20th century at roughly the same time as Modernism and including a whole range of poets that we've probably heard of, and some that fell into obscurity. I was quite surprised that I became interested in this anthology but I've been waiting a whole long damn time to read it, so here we are.
By Annie Kapur12 months ago in Geeks
FPS: Falling Leaves Challenge Winners
Welcome to the first stop in our Fall Poetry Series! How do we judge a haiku? Beyond the rhythm and the 5-7-5 rule, it’s less about counting syllables and more about catching a feeling. Does it paint a clear picture? Make you laugh? Make you stop for a second? The best ones don’t need to be picked apart, they just land softly and stay with you.
By Vocal Curation Team11 months ago in Resources
October 5, 1969. Top Story - October 2025.
There are plenty of reasons to believe that we are at the end of something. I have watched plenty of the rapture videos out there, both before and after, trying to find some practical reason as to why the chosen ones were not chosen, and they can no longer work or even commute after losing their jobs and cars. There is the growing sense that the world is losing its collective sanity - for what it was worth - with wars, protests, authoritarian governments that seem to ignore what the people want (especially if they put them in power). Things are crumbling. As the poet said, The centre cannot hold. We are doomed!
By Kendall Defoe 11 months ago in Geeks
Dream Log #1. Top Story - October 2025.
I've been having some weird dreams lately. I think maybe it's best to write about them, see what they mean, and how to translate them. Sometimes, if I remember, I might translate it into a poem. Some are just strange and out there. One that has stuck in my mind is one about a friend who was murdered. It involves five of my friends. I'm not gonna disclose their real names, just nicknames for this one.
By Chloe Gilholy11 months ago in Journal
How the turn tables. Top Story - October 2025.
“Well. Well. Well. How the turn tables…” The awkward words uttered by Michael Scott. It’s a bastardized version of “how the tables have turned,” used to indicate a reversal or irony of a situation. And oh, how the tables have turned.
By Hayden Searcy11 months ago in The Swamp
The Blinking Reality. Top Story - October 2025.
The beeping invades my mind like a probe, a thin, needle-sharp sound boring into my skull. I try to open my eyes but they are taped shut, and the thin adhesive pulls uncomfortably at my skin. Then I hear the nurse say, ‘You are safe; you are in the hospital. Please try to relax.’
By Sam H Arnold11 months ago in Fiction
Chemtrails. Top Story - October 2025.
I lay in the grass, blades tickling the back of my ears and the nape of my neck. The sky is streaked with cirrus clouds, wispy and waif-like. Something stands out among them, though—a little airplane. It travels softly through the sky. It is slow and without care. Though it seems to last forever—a tiny snail slugging its way across the open sidewalk—if you missed it passing by you might have never known it was there.
By Raine Neal11 months ago in Fiction
Miss Gloria Gets a Surprise Visit From Oliver Olivier. Top Story - October 2025.
Gloria's Surprise Visit “Debbie dear, there’s someone knocking on the door. Can you get it?” “Yes, I hear it. I’m just finishing scrubbing the toilet. I’ll get it real quick.”
By Rick Henry Christopher 12 months ago in Humor
The Legend of Long-Shanks. Top Story - October 2025.
Goody Patience had just laid her head upon the pillow when it happened. For a moment, she believed she were dreaming, so she rolled over and paid it no heed. Her eyes snapped open again the same second she closed them, however, when she heard it once more: a sharp knock-knock-knocking on the front door downstairs.
By Natalie Gray12 months ago in Fiction
