We’re lovers passing notes, In secrecy I suppose. Drafting all our what ifs and what had beens In prose. So I beseech you to not chase my fire in fear that you may be burned.
By Julia Alfred12 months ago in Poets
I still have these sachets of chamomile tea that a stranger bought for me when I was in hiding. She said, ”everyone deserves a little comfort”
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
The cat was on the prowl Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse Because the call was coming from inside the house
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
In assessing my own ambitions and goals for the journey ahead, sometimes I wonder about my father in the back of my mind, how’s he doing??
By Guillermo12 months ago in Poets
It started with a spark that like a drop in still water rippled until the small softly undulating ripples
revenge to seek, and anger to quell she’ll seek: that selkie selkiebell and she’ll do it well. she’ll seek and seek and quell quell quell
By Essie12 months ago in Poets
I wonder longingly a mind wrapped in revery wearing saudade like a sweater my homeless heart filling up a shopping cart
On the surface, I can see it moving; I place my hand to feel its breathing. Tell me, what could be here hiding so desperately in between these sheets?
By Sara Wynn12 months ago in Poets
While heading out on the freeway guiding me to my destination of my own reinvention, I’ve anticipated to seal the next steps of the journey ahead
I fell softly head over heels into the snow catching my breath on your Canadian lips which were always dripping with sweet
every time I reach for a wrench I am proud to be My father’s daughter He was always a tool man half carpenter half sailor
We used to be quite the pair hand in hand eye to eye heart on heart then a black mirror came in like a curse like the one that mocked
