Milan Milic

Joined June 2024

543 stories

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Hi, I’m Milan. I write about love, fear, money, and everything in between — wherever inspiration goes. My brain doesn’t stick to one genre.

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Behind the Unsaid
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.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Clay Where I Keep You
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.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Edge of the First Frost
The day thins out to parchment by the lane, A milky sun hangs low, without much gain. The air has teeth that test my naked throat.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Thin Ice
The lake wasn’t supposed to be frozen yet. That’s the first thing. It was early fall, leaves still pretending to be green, air only barely biting. Nobody had posted a “safe to skate” notice, no red flags, no bored guy in a parka with a drill measuring thickness. Just me, my headphones, and a sheet of ice that looked like someone had laid a piece of glass over the water overnight.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Fiction
Faith with Splinters
Faith with Splinters My faith was once a glass display—no questions, dusted clean, A polished shelf of easy words in stained-glass reds and green.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Sleepless Orchard
Sleepless Orchard The trees keep all their lanterns lit long after moonrise breaks. Each apple is like an amber eye that never quite forsakes.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Pocketful of North
Pocketful of North I used to be a weather-vane for everybody’s storm. Spun by every passing wind, by every shifting form.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Long Spelling of Us
The Long Spelling of Us We started as a scribbled note on crumpled notebook lines. Two letters trading glances in a forest full of signs.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Breath on the Cusp of Cold
The sky thins out to porcelain and lead. Streetlights bloom early, halos soft and red. A hush drops low between the telephone wires.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Unmasked by Rain
Unmasked by Rain The storm came down the narrow street, soft-footed, oddly sweet; It tapped on every shuttered thought and pooled around my feet.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Rust-Tasting Hope
Rust-Tasting Hope I’ve drunk from chipped enamel cups, from faucets lined with red, from pipes that coughed up yesterday and iron in the bread.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, Are You Listening?
Dear Moon, old lantern nailed into the sky, I write at last and wait for your reply. You’ve watched empires crumble into dust and stone,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets

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Behind the Unsaid

Clay Where I Keep You

Edge of the First Frost

Thin Ice

Faith with Splinters

Sleepless Orchard

Pocketful of North

The Long Spelling of Us

Breath on the Cusp of Cold

Unmasked by Rain

Rust-Tasting Hope

Dear Moon, Are You Listening?

Stories (543)