Prose

Ascension
Absent minded boy opens his eyes a few days after sunrise in the new year— Before, no before the new year I remember him fondly—
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
Libby the Witty Kitty
There once was an itty bitty kitty. Her name was Libby. Her fur was the color of a sweet biscotti with snowfall white stripes.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
So this is what it feels like to fall out of love
And no one tells you what it feels like to fall out of love. Bubble baths gurgling down the drain, Cicadas screaming their final notes,
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
"A MYRIAD OF DANGLING CONVERSATIONSOF LIFE"
The video was edited and created by the author. The text messages were created by the author to herself to represent the actual texting in today's society. Photography by the author. Music by the author. Drawings by Bing A.I.. Story was written by the author. Any representation of characters and photos to real persons are coincidental.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
The ABCs of What's Stressin' Me
Abaci couldn’t track my finances, But the Creditors still find me. Debt dictates my decisions when Everything is overdue.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
A Sip of Amour. Content Warning.
A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Dawdling is TCB
Today I was busy and distracted by all of that "busy-ness." I had groceries to buy after the ice had melted and I could finally drive in it. I was focused and had a mission. The cold January air reminded me that I wanted to be home again where it was warm and there would be, well... less people. (I am an introvert.) The problem was that my oldest son was with me. The problem was that he is a dawdler. And he always stops to talk to all those people. (He is an extrovert.)
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Warm white amber and Iced Rosé
Warm white amber and Iced Rosé, she looks so beautiful with the moonlight shimmering across her freckles and yet there's something so sinister about an ethereal moment
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
The Disconnect
A note on the concept of bees and butterflies: I’ve got questions, things to say, By brooks and strings and farmhouse lights, we keep natural life at bay.
By Amelia2 years ago in Poets
I hope this reminds you
Splashing over the sprinkled memories of thee, You ponder over the thought of how it could be. Reminiscing the golden days that held a silver line,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
"Celestial Odyssey"
Amidst the azure sky, a Butterfly flutters by, Casting dreams in bones, beneath the Celestial tie.
By Hendrik SancheZ2 years ago in Poets
Take me Back
Take me back Way on back To my childhood When life was really good When life was pure When it was funny to be immature
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets