Overwhelming dread a quivering line on the edge of my vision fine hairs moving at will vomitous tension burned out and rebuilt
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
With regrets caressed, holding pains of love and hate, wasted life I kept.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
Almost-Father Sometimes you laugh, and for a moment, I see the man I always wished for— warm, open, someone I could lean against.
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
A world without hate, emotionless bots make haste, our lives they replace.
My Mother’s Eyes I began to notice the way her eyes dimmed, like candles burning out. She smiled less, laughed less,
My father's lantern, dented on one side from when it fell that winter crossing back, hung every night beside the kitchen door.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Sometimes People are Not Ready. We all Develop Perceptions of the World Around Us. At times, those Perceptions are Correct...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)4 months ago in Poets
He is not my father by blood, but he is the light burning through every darkness I have known. Rough hands stained by work,
By Oula M.J. Michaels4 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Survived The small girl who waited by doors, by windows, by absent calls, is alive inside me still. She is not broken.
The Man Who Was Never Home Even when he was there, he wasn’t there. His body in the chair, his mind somewhere else.
At Eighteen Now he comes again, words rehearsed, "I want to fix this." But the years have carved a quiet caution in me.
A Father in Fragments The memories I have of him are not whole. They are fragments— a laugh one evening, a rare kind word,
