Marsha Singh

Joined July 2022

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A Terrible Thing. Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk. Top Story - February 2023.
“If walls could talk,” I heard her whisper absently, as she sat on the top stair of my sagging porch under a dark sky. Barefoot, jeans rolled up past her ankles, Diana fixed her gaze on a horizon she couldn't see and barely blinked at all. A single cigarette sat alongside a book of matches from Frankie's Pub and Pizzeria on the buckled gray boards beside her. No bugs chirruped or buzzed in the night; no nocturnal scavengers rattled around the rusty trashcans out back. The big yellow dog rested her head on her paws and silently stared out into the same abyss as Diana, eyes glistening.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Fiction
Under the Leonids. Runner-Up in the Uncommon Challenge.
Until then, my best work yet: a boat, a love, the Leonids. Quite beautiful as heartbreaks go, a near miss on a midnight lake, with wishes dropping left and right. I laughed at that,
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
A Storm at Sea
It was a sturdy ship that I went down in, and it felt like rebirth when I drowned and emerged, alive, from the tumbling
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
And the moon makes three
You dimmed the lights and invited the moon into the room – a stranger, she stole through the night to our chambers, a bevy of damsels to carry her candles.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
Untethered. Runner-Up in Full Moon Challenge.
In the minutes before sleep last night, through stellar static, astral snow, a poem, half dreamt, was born and died; I drifted off and let it go.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
Glory, glory
At night we were a fresco painted by an astronaut, our messy bed the chapel of a voyeuristic God, where glory worked with hurried hands
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
A Cloudless Night
On a cloudless night the stars shine like diamonds spilled 'cross indigo silk.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
Bird Behavior
Blue burst of feathers, a quarrel at the feeder – Blue jay wins again.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
December Moon
The moon, full and bright, paints the cold, snowswept meadows in her sapphire light.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
Ghost Ship
Tectonic shipwreck, heaved up – a bright sail aground, brilliant and ghostlike.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
November
The first light snowfall on the mountaintops – diamonds in the morning sun.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets
Dear Green Mountains,
Thank you for all the blackberries and pretty rocks, Sunday drives, autumns.
By Marsha Singh3 years ago in Poets