Most recently published stories in Poets.
My love is hot and crimson, bursting inside myself. Bloody and painful; it stings. It is dangerous to live with that inside.
By Andria Rivera8 years ago in Poets
In the Land of Light and Sun become we Liars, every one. Infants cry the Truth in Tongues; Infants cry, and Liars come. Infants cry, and Liars come.
By Robert Moores8 years ago in Poets
Pursues pure-blooded people In the night. Drains them dry With a bite. Sun shimmers, he sleeps In a box His nefarious nightmare
By Jason Pitts8 years ago in Poets
His magnifying glass studies knurled knobs, imagining Vic Firth repetition, with hands performing notes, though fingers throb
By Keela Dee8 years ago in Poets
Blitzing the breakers to feign strength against the salty sea’s façade I find my joy in jumping the choppy waters from a distant storm
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
Do not mourn me when I'm gone Be happy and sing a joyous song For I am in a better place Flying high above in grace Do not mourn me when I leave
By Renee Brown8 years ago in Poets
"The Wisdom of Old Jelly Roll" How all men wrongly death to dignify Conspire, I tell. Parson, poetaster, pimp, Each acts or acquiesces. They prettify,
By Karen Rakowicz8 years ago in Poets
I try to forget about the sea salt taste on my mouth. I try to cry, but I don't feel any tears. I try to listen for someone, but nobody's there.
By Amber Spell8 years ago in Poets
Swimming around inside me In the thoughts I know I shouldn’t being seeing I see my lips against hers Pressing strong, With my hands on her cheeks
By Capricorn Zodiac8 years ago in Poets
I place the killer between my lips And light it up. I take my time Breathing in the poison Careless of the damage it will cause.
By Dani Burandt8 years ago in Poets
Isolated, choking on your words. Rope held up by a thread… Your flesh melts to the floor… Anger flows through your veins.
By Ziggy MD8 years ago in Poets
To some, she was just a cat. But to others, she was a comfort. A gray striped tabby with bright green eyes and the classic tabby "M" marked on her furry forehead.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
