Sara Little

Joined May 2021

67 stories

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Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community

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Sip
steam curls like cat's tail; cold hands wrap around small heat and sip soft comfort.
By Sara Little5 days ago in Poets
Afternoon Communion. Top Story - December 2025.
I had a visitor in my classroom the other day. She, unknowingly, flew into a storm of cacophony and swarms of students swatting at her. She found a safe place to land and made her way over to my desk where she climbed onto a note pad and passed the time grooming herself and studying me with quiet curiosity. I was able to release her onto a Texas Sage bush right outside my classroom window.
By Sara Little25 days ago in Poets
River-Psalms. Top Story - November 2025.
I was born to rivers— Tennessee—steady and slow, my headwaters, source of everything gentle in me. Mossy Creek, small and certain,
By Sara Little2 months ago in Poets
Fruit for the Wintering. Winner in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Let the harvest be gathered now early, long before the frost comes to nip at the edges of our names. come walk my orchard,
By Sara Little2 months ago in Poets
bearing what burns
I speak with chalk, a lantern in the haze, Its fragile flame against a restless storm; A hundred eyes reflect my fleeting blaze,
By Sara Little3 months ago in Poets
The Dark Takes Flight
When did my heart first wander into night? A hapless scholar taught by phantom flame, whose borrowed stars betrayed with borrowed light,
By Sara Little4 months ago in Poets
the unraveling
flash crimson and gold autumn's undoing begins careful work for trees
By Sara Little4 months ago in Poets
leaflight & cinnamon. Runner-Up in Falling Leaves Challenge.
memory of sun caught in quiet veins of gold where spiced breezes blow
By Sara Little4 months ago in Poets
where the sky remembers us
We once stood among Joshua’s crooked arms, stone and silence holding witness to the question you asked, the one that stitched our lives together.
By Sara Little4 months ago in Poets
the ringing dark
2:30 a.m. the dark is thick as pitch, and we drift inside it. Then— sudden glow, a blade, sharp cry like glass breaking in silence.
By Sara Little4 months ago in Poets
object permanence. Winner in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
Did I— the garage door— did I close it? the garage the click the hum the roll down I think so no I didn’t maybe did I? Check
By Sara Little4 months ago in Poets
this wasn't in the handbook
I don’t say: You broke me a little today. With your laughter like knives, With your eyes like I’m something stuck to the bottom of your shoe.
By Sara Little8 months ago in Poets