Taylor Ward

Joined July 2024

89 stories

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From a small town, I find joy and grace in my trauma and difficulties. My life, shaped by loss and adversity, fuels my creativity. Each piece written over period in my life, one unlike the last. These words sometimes my only emotion.

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Between Shadows and Flames
I keep your face between shadow and flame, a memory smoldering, never gone. It glows in the hollow of silence, where grief bends close to listen.
By Taylor Ward4 months ago in Poets
The final fall
One leaf’s final fall, crow wings echo through the dusk, shadows claim the gold.
By Taylor Ward4 months ago in Poets
Birthday Without a Candle
Birthday Without Candle You dissolved into the needle’s mouth, a silence that swallowed your name. Yet when I walk among the animals,
By Taylor Ward4 months ago in Poets
Ash of my Psalm
The rafters have sagged to a prayerless lean, and the bell sleeps with its mouth to the floor. No hand has struck it since the locust year,
By Taylor Ward5 months ago in Poets
The shape the light made
The first time she saw him again, he was sitting in her daddy’s old chair—the one that always leaned a little left, like it was listening to something the rest of the room couldn’t hear.
By Taylor Ward6 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of fire
Poppys prompt 13 They say she was kissed by a god but it felt more like being swallowed— soft at first, then nothing but heat in the throat
By Taylor Ward6 months ago in Poets
The sound the night makes
It started with the porch light flickering. Not out—not yet—just that kind of stammer a bulb gets when something’s shifting in the wires. Or maybe in the air. Or maybe just in you.
By Taylor Ward6 months ago in Fiction
Between the fence posts
It wasn’t a decision, not really just the way the light spilled through the live oaks like it meant something. I was halfway to the barn,
By Taylor Ward6 months ago in Poets
Where the Pines Lean
The view from Montcairne Hill is what folks write verses about. I know—I’ve written them. The kind of place where the sky wears its Sunday best and the wind behaves like it was taught manners by somebody’s grandmother. All the fields below look like quilts the Lord laid out for airing—patched in wheat, cotton, and the shimmer of cane.
By Taylor Ward7 months ago in Fiction
The Shape the River Remembers
They say the Lord gives and takes in equal measure, but I have known Him to take things He never rightly gave me to begin with.
By Taylor Ward7 months ago in Fiction
Just Before the Brake Gives
There is a sound the earth makes right before it tells the truth. You don’t hear it—you feel it in the teeth of your pocket watch,
By Taylor Ward7 months ago in Poets
I Only Remember the Smoke
It wasn’t fire— not at first. It was the color of syrup left too long in sun, that gold-thick warning, a sweetness you feel before it turns.
By Taylor Ward7 months ago in Poets

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Between Shadows and Flames

The final fall

Birthday Without a Candle

Ash of my Psalm

The shape the light made

Whispers of fire

The sound the night makes

Between the fence posts

Where the Pines Lean

The Shape the River Remembers

Just Before the Brake Gives

I Only Remember the Smoke

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