Prose

Michael Myers
As he lay bleeding on the table there was no remorse nor any panic or grieving or fear. Like an animal, he saw nothing incoming blackness. He could not breathe, suffocating from blood loss.
By DJ Robbins12 months ago in Poets
Louise Glück: A Poet of Deep Introspection and Lyrical Elegance
Early Life and Influences Born in New York City on April 22, 1943, Glück grew up in Long Island. From a young age, she exhibited a deep love for literature and the written word. However, her teenage years were marked by personal struggles, including a battle with anorexia nervosa. These early experiences with suffering and recovery would later influence the themes of her poetry, particularly her exploration of pain, survival, and identity. She attended Sarah Lawrence College and later Columbia University, though she did not earn a formal degree. Instead, she dedicated herself to the craft of poetry, studying under the guidance of influential poets and mentors.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
The King's Advice
an older man, with incredible Elvis-do and glitzy jumpsuit a younger man, with lovelorn eyes and dishevelled hair sit together, silently, before Elvis asks "Do you know love?"
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Jericho Brown: A Poet of Power, Identity, and Innovation
Early Life and Career Born in Shreveport, Louisiana, in 1976, Jericho Brown (born Nelson Demery III) was raised in the South, an environment that deeply influenced his writing. He attended Dillard University before earning an MFA from the University of New Orleans and later a Ph.D. in literature and creative writing from the University of Houston. His early work was marked by a keen sensitivity to language and a deep engagement with the complexities of Black identity and experience.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Beyond the Void
For as long as I can remember, a nagging void had taken up residence in my heart. It was a hollow ache that echoed through every waking moment, a constant reminder that something was amiss. I'd tried to fill it with every coping mechanism under the sun – distractions, diversions, and fleeting pleasures. But no matter how hard I tried, I always ended up back at square one, staring up at the daunting mountain of my own emptiness.
By RhythmandRPM12 months ago in Poets
What Character Am I?
What character am I in your story? Am I the heroine, brave and resilient, or the villain, shrouded in darkness and deceit? Perhaps I'm a supporting actor, a fleeting presence in the grand narrative of your life.
By RhythmandRPM12 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Brokenness
As I stood there, surrounded by the fragments of shattered dreams and the echoes of forgotten laughter, I felt the weight of sadness settle upon me. It was a realization that had been creeping up on me for some time, but only now had it finally taken hold. Once people are broken in certain ways, they can never truly be fixed.
By RhythmandRPM12 months ago in Poets
Ada Limón: A Voice of Contemporary American Poetry
Early Life and Influences Born in Sonoma, California, in 1976, Ada Limón's upbringing in a nature-rich environment significantly influenced her poetry. She frequently draws from landscapes, flora, and fauna to frame human experiences. Her Mexican-American heritage also plays a crucial role in her work, as she often explores themes of identity and belonging. She earned an MFA from the creative writing program at New York University, where she studied under renowned poets who helped shape her voice.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy
Background and Structure The poem is composed of 100 cantos, divided into three sections: Inferno (34 cantos) Purgatorio (33 cantos)
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Walls
Walls work both ways One day you say hooray The next, you can’t stay Because walls work both ways _________________ The photo: Konrad Schumann jumping over the early Berlin Wall.
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Heart Like an Open Book
I have always held my heart out like an open book with clearly printed typeface A pages. Some have simply judged the cover
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
Wall Flower
I only bloom at first light after the calmness of the night growing fast and climbing high like ivy but with blooms that are shy
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets