threat of war looming
cost of living and covid
off to a bad start?
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Neil Marathe and writers in Poets and other communities.
water was the mum the baby looked like hot wind but who was the dad?
By Neil Marathe3 years ago in Poets
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide flushes by, covering everything in disappearing crystals of warm ocean. I’m running, I think, and the spray clings to my ankles, obscuring my legs from the lens.
By Maura Bernstein4 days ago in Poets
Your manifestations, The desired destination, Fulfilling temptations, Rebuilding whole nations, The station is yours to choose,
By Keith McHugh6 days ago in Poets
Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for being here today. For those that don’t know me, I’ve been best friends with the groom since middle school.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.