The Naked Cat She struts like sin in stocking feet no fur to fuss, no shame, no heat a wrinkled queen in bare delight who glares as if she owns the night
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Part I How big was it? How tall? How long? What made it so good, this "Aquarius" song? Part II Why did it bring our mother such joy when "it," we sang?
By Shirley Belk7 months ago in Poets
Tea party treasures, yellow sail boats jump in the puddles little rain coats sun on the river skipping some rocks camp fire stories
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)7 months ago in Poets
Years flow and ease through the landscapes of my mind I stand staring at the glass of the bay window that’s littered with toys
By The Invisible Writer7 months ago in Poets
Years ago, when you walked me across the field while horses still grazed, I didn’t see our future: the cabin sprouting from the existing shack, wood-paneled
By Hannah E. Aaron7 months ago in Poets
A cacophony of reflected colors bounce off the slick exterior of the skis, the rope between man and boat soaked with refreshed droplets from failed starts.
By Madison "Maddy" Newton7 months ago in Poets
I stand at the gate that no longer closes, rust licking the metal like an old wound that refuses to scab over. The house is smaller than I remember. Time does that shrinks things, shrivels paint, peels wallpaper like shedding skin.
By Habib7 months ago in Poets
Sunlight meanders in and floods the linen tablecloth in bars. “Belonged to Grandmother,” you say, “and will be yours, some fateful day.”
By Bride of Sound7 months ago in Poets
My name is Santos. I escaped my country to try to find my father in America. He had to leave to try and make money for my family,
By Rowan Finley 7 months ago in Poets
He left on a Thursday, just after the rain, No suitcase in hand, no dramatic refrain. The door clicked shut with a whisper, not bang,
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Poets
The wings of white caps surround me, blowing kisses of froth and foam to the wind, the bubbling specks sparkling in the beam of
I wake up and wonder what the day will bring, if my clothes will fit the way I want, or hopelessly cling. I look at the time: For a few more minutes, I'm free
