Ballad
Upside-down Mouse
“The Broken Finger Story is not just about pain it is the comic checkpoint that softened the gloom. What started as a rupture turned into sovereign wit, reframing doom into laughter. I have now recorded it in my personal archive as a ceremony, a reminder that even pauses can ignite new passion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 30 days ago in Poets
Childlike
Today I sat with a five-year-old boy under an open sky. It was just the two of us on the school oval. I watched him as he rolled and tumbled forward, as if the world spun with him. He crawled beneath soccer nets, dodging imaginary lasers and enemy ninjas. He flung his arms, leapt over tree roots, shouted moves from Ninjago, and declared with full authority that the entire world was under his protection.
By Patrick Kristianabout a month ago in Poets
The Poet Who Spoke to Shadows
M Mehran In a city that never slept, there was a street that seemed invisible unless you were looking for it. The locals called it Whisper Lane, a narrow cobblestone alley lined with shuttered shops and flickering lanterns. At the very end, hidden behind a curtain of ivy, was a small bookstore and café called Ink & Echoes. People said it was a place where poets went to lose themselves—and sometimes, to find something entirely unexpected.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a month ago in Poets
The Last Café for Poets
M Mehran In the heart of the city, tucked between a crumbling bookstore and a neon-lit record shop, there was a café that seemed almost forgotten by time. Its windows were streaked with the fingerprints of dreamers who had come and gone, leaving whispers of their stories behind. The faded sign above the door read simply: The Last Café for Poets.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a month ago in Poets
