He burns like fire
Strong, bright… with all the power
She is cold, like ice.
How does it work?
Beautiful!
More stories from Rhiannon Gustafson and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Earth is heavy More so when it is packed down Suffocating you.
By Rhiannon Gustafson3 years ago in Poets
In Newfoundland in Quidi Vidi, St. John’s, About 1771 a baby was born, To who, I don’t know, I can’t quite distinguish,
By Nania day ago in Poets
The sky hangs low, heavy with snow, Gray clouds drifting like weary travelers, Carrying whispers of distant storms Over fields wrapped in frozen silence.
By .joseph6 days ago in Poets
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hoopera day ago in Fiction
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Beautiful!