Family

Early Morning Call
The ring made me jump out of bed. Who is calling at 4:36 in the morning? Dark and quiet frighten me now. My eldest brother calling.
By Barbara Gode Wiles5 months ago in Poets
With All the Love I Possess
If I had a child, that child would know their mother loved with a dazzling fiery soul enough to burn forests in search of her love
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Seed’s Secret
Not in the sun’s gold, nor the rain’s soft fall, Not in the boast of branches, strong and tall, Does my true substance lie. The outer eye
By Jacky Kapadia5 months ago in Poets
Daily Thoughts
I - What’s for snack? Not that. I would - I’ve gone potty. Time to wipe me. I would like - What’s for dinner? Not that!
By Sean A.5 months ago in Poets
A New Adjustment
Well, it never goes away. That’s the problem, isn’t it? The only thing you’ll eventually learn to accept—if you’re lucky—
By Kaitlin Oster5 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Places of Her Mind
Cheryl carries her world in the bend of her arms. A child’s soft weight, a bag of worries. Diapers and Dreams, Bills and Blessings,
By Rebecca Daugherty5 months ago in Poets
Where Are You Childhood?
Where are you, childhood, in my forgotten world, Hidden among memories, in corners of the soul, hidden? I look for you in every smile, in every look,
By Nyku Blondu5 months ago in Poets
How Long Does Grief Echo?
How Long Does Grief Echo? “When love lingers in every step, even silence has a heartbeat.” The house was quiet. Too quiet.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Poets
Writers, Reading Their Work
It was my privilege to attend writers reading their writing. Poetry, biographies, and non-fiction were all read. One of the writers had a birthday so there was singing and cupcakes for all. One writer had her first book published. A couple writers were reading their writing for the first time.
By Denise E Lindquist5 months ago in Poets
Roots Between Skies
I was born beneath a sky I cannot name. Somewhere, a woman breathed me into being, her body heavy with love and fear, her heart splitting between holding on
By Paige Madison5 months ago in Poets
Kona
The first we saw your face- ...so sad... ...so stressed... ...so pensive... ...and so forlorn... huddled beneath a desk,
By Krysha Thayer5 months ago in Poets
Moments, Not Minutes.
I am almost at the age my aunt was when she passed away. I had just turned fourteen in April and we lost her in July. Now I'm in my early thirties.
By April Kirby.5 months ago in Poets