Most recently published stories in Poets.
I picture a flattened drake made of beaded gem yet nothing so spectacular what it must be like tongue heavy tipped black
By Felecia Burgett8 years ago in Poets
The Entire Empty Sphere Studying you Viciously... Doing Everything to Break Your Columns Down... Your Soul Contemplating their Blissful Visage...
By Pilar Ulloa8 years ago in Poets
I was honey, you were my milk, the metal spoon and I was too much sugar. Too much pancake batter for your taste
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
It's hard when someone you are a part of is so different from you. I don't just mean our interests or music taste although those differ too.
By Mary-Beth Shelley8 years ago in Poets
Out of reach the mind repeats Body recalls limitation by default Growth with nothing to show Productive visions display Putting life in specific ways
By Sol Devereaux8 years ago in Poets
God knows I've done a bunch to change. But I still have a lot left to fear. A big one, I taught my kids just how to pray.
By Casey Hiatus8 years ago in Poets
I’d like to think that aliens exist and we get a chance to try again. that, dragons as large as planets roam the sky and I get to hug my grandpa again.
By Shawn Fowler8 years ago in Poets
My black is intriguing But underestimated and unappreciated My black is beautiful But frowned upon and unusual My black is lovely
By Rosie caldwell8 years ago in Poets
It was on hospital stay #4 or #5 that they gave me the suite, I don't know why. //I'm lying the gurney, rolling towardsheaven: theroom with a view,, , it'snot quite ideal but
By Amber Renee8 years ago in Poets
Actions are louder than words, that could be right... Oh, but words used wisely have some powerful might. Language spoken confidently and clearly in any situation, I'm talking perfect formation, can pierce through to any person's humanity.
By Jennifer Hawks8 years ago in Poets
He had a gun. Not a pistol or rifle, only a simple chamber, a bullet, and a trigger. He carried it everywhere always concealed but fully loaded.
By Mikayla Thomas8 years ago in Poets
Broken glass formed into snow flakes and angels but they can't form a loving heart Rain can't wash away the guilt, pain, and pictures
