Gratitude
Nothing Biting
The road ends in gravel and frost-heaved roots. I kill the engine; metal ticks as it cools and the bush presses in, a raven heckling from the treeline. The lake lies dull as metal between black spruce, the dock slick with algae. I carry rod, tackle box, thermos. No one’s here to impress. I bait the hook by feel, fingers already numb, and cast until the line lands softer than a thought.
By Richard Patrick Gage2 months ago in Poets
𝕞𝕪 𝕐𝕖𝕤
In February of 2022, You knew I didn't think You were real so You revealed to me things that in this world aren't possible, making me finally know that You are real and not just a character in a book. A book that is the best- selling book of all time, in the history of man, by the way.
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
The Gathering/The Raid
The Gathering/The Raid Workers of Pathways Part Two The concrete of the hospital steps was already seeping cold through the knees of her scrubs. The nurse had not moved since she found the bundle. She just held it held her, Baby Sofia, though she did not have a name yet tight against the warmth of her chest, shielding her from the institutional chill.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
