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Liqueur of the Heart
Consider the word consider. From the Latin "considaire", meaning "to observe the stars", the word can be broken up into con (with) and sidus (heavenly body) - but there's no need to break anything up to understand.
Marie WilsonPublished 4 days ago in Poets2024
Later, she would remember that minute in bursts: as though she were standing behind a bright light that flashed between scenes, flickering oddly with colors that were too bright before her eyes:
Blank Pages
His parents old cuckoo clock chimed its ridiculous song. It had hung there since they closed the estate all those years ago, chiming away every hour on the hour.
Matthew FrommPublished 5 days ago in FictionRainy Skipping
Skipping around town, the coolness of the downpour, with no umbrella.
James GreenPublished 4 days ago in PoetsSabotage
Lately I’ve been in a funk where everything can be going right. You know I’m in a happy place talking to who knows, I’m at peace and feel like everything is just going great you know. But once I start seeing that everything is going great for some reason I need to sabotage it. I need to sabotage my happiness and what I have going on in my life so no one else is able to do it for me. Does that make sense? Am I the only one who gets this way?
Merjaunie LenaPublished 3 days ago in JournalAcknowledged
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Lamar WigginsPublished 4 days ago in FictionKiss Me When the Skies Turn Orange
A/N: Thank you so much for the Top Story pick and all your lovely comments! I take a seat next to Martha on our patio, handing her an empty wineglass. I pour the most expensive Bordeaux we have into hers and mine. We're both in our best dresses. She has on a sparkling violet ball gown, the chiffon creating a poufy mess around her legs. I'm wearing my best gold wrap-around dress. We don't bother with shoes. What's a skeleton going to do with shoes?
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Vocal Creator ChatPublished 3 days ago in ResourcesTraveler's Choice
One pale petal clings To my backpack. Pluck it, or Let it be our guest? ~~~~~ Appreciation to Hannah Moore for her generous invitation to step into her writing space and join the dance of the Renga. See her breath-catching first stanza, Yūgen.
Sonia Heidi UnruhPublished 6 days ago in PoetsInvaluable
Easing up the mountain on a spring day. Coming closer to the clouds for a better view with a lens beyond pure, and deeply understanding its
Real PoeticPublished 3 days ago in PoetsFirst Starlight of Summer
Your whole being is constituted by yearning. You miss the stars but have never seen a fully-realized night sky sparkle to life before your eyes. You write things, funny but short but profound, emulating the archaic cosmos that turns by its own unknowable calculus emulating love in all its celestial glory turning in that same cryptic way, but fully know neither and hardly know both, and it feels disingenuous, so you write about writers. It feels vaguely masturbatory, but it’s funny but short but profound and it impresses the people around you enough, so you run with it forever until you can’t anymore.
Steven Christopher McKnightPublished 3 days ago in FictionFutility
I am an unwilling spectator, Eyes magnetised to the crucible Unable to withdraw. I watch as you rant and rage,
Obsidian WordsPublished 4 days ago in PoetsTICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
Elizabeth ButlerPublished 3 days ago in FictionA New Beginning
Tony couldn’t sit still, crossing and uncrossing his legs, trying to calm his trembling hands as Clara stood at the office window deep in thought. The airline ticket in his shirt pocket moved to the beat of his heart¬– each beat bringing back the nightmare causing memories of the words he’d spoken over ten years ago. Thanks to Clara he’d finally gained the courage to buy that ticket.
Gerald HolmesPublished 4 days ago in FictionUnderstanding Your Stress Gauge
Most people believe that Stress is Bad. However, it really doesn't work like that in Humans. See, Stress itself is neither Good nor Bad inherently.
Cody Dakota Wooten, C.B.C.Published 4 days ago in JournalTicking Chances
Just a Minute Entry | Word Count: 844 -- When I woke up in that hospital bed, I wondered if it was better I died instead.
Lindsay SfaraPublished 7 days ago in FictionBecoming Eleguá
Eleguá, the divine trickster, was first known as Eshu, the Canvas of darkness upon which the world was cast Light? What does it even mean, what purpose does it serve, when the cosmos is You?
Lily SéjorPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Bradford Culling Pt. 2
The conversation around me is muffled by my thoughts. I know how irrational the thought is but I can’t help but think about the possibility that Transport won’t realize we’re stranded down here. The other leads hammer Locke with questions: ‘Is the air filtration system functional?’ ‘What’s the plan?’ They don’t realize how pointless it is to question Locke, he doesn’t have a single answer to any question they ask.
Descent
“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
M. A. MehanPublished 6 days ago in FictionA Lifetime of Embarrassing Events
Embarrassment or awkwardness is an emotional state associated with mild to severe discomfort. It usually happens when someone commits a socially unacceptable or frowned upon act witnessed by or revealed to others.
Lizz ChambersPublished 6 days ago in Confessions