fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.

Shark Teeth Among the Stars
I know whales who recite entire novels which would rival Melville, Hemingway or Dostoevsky. I swim with octopus playwrights who stage tragedies so affecting, that puffer fish will weep deeply upon mere mention of their titles. I know a few starfish with a particular penchant for haiku. Basho would be pleased with their tiny verse recited on the bottom of the sea floor.
By Heath Hardin4 years ago in Poets
What Not To Submit To A Legit Publishing Site
Don't do a greatest hits story/article; i.e. something along these lines. Once upon a time a would be infamously scandalous scribe authored unpublished words to this effect:
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Poets
white words
we found us a mountain of snow so we found us a mission and we built us tunnels the ants we are wandering in warrens of white
By Suze Kay4 years ago in Poets
Who Really Cares About My Holes?
There’s a hole in my knickers, Dear Liza, a hole, and bigger it grows every day. There’s more hole than pant, and I try, but I can’t
By Jupiter Grant4 years ago in Poets
An Auto-Typed Senseless Poem?
Rains and the kind of you are not the most important thing, to be honest, and all the time to explore the possibility of working with the images,
By somsubhra banerjee4 years ago in Poets
Righting Wrongs
Death has come knocking at your door. The evil you’ve forced others to endure manifested itself in the vileness of your pores
By Marcus Alan Perkins4 years ago in Poets
Change Within
I'm coming out of my comfort zone, by challenging myself to walk into my destiny. Finding myself and exactly what I'm about.
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets
Clown
Clowns are so of the obvious. They will sit back and say things like girl you lame, Not knowing that girls real pain. That girl has been heart broken and torn from inside, out.
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets
Surrender
Who gone pull out there guns when it’s time to protect and shoot? Who gone save the day when they can’t have everything their way?
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets
Foggy Days
The wind blew steadily, chilling the girl To her bones and dampening her clothes with the Ever present mist. Tiny water droplets dotted her glasses.
By Delle5 years ago in Poets
A friend of zombie
Fiends, however hard they try, Will always be hell. Do fiends make you shiver? do they? Freaks, however hard they try,
By Sita Baral5 years ago in Poets
Monkey Get Off My Back
Speaking of me and you, we are not the same, but thats ashame. So please stop saying my name. Speaking on as you do in the streets
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets