Prose

January, And I'm Not Joking!!!
This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his MOTHER! This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his CHILD! This is what his family wanted, but I'm never his GRANDPARENTS!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"9 days ago in Poets
28 Struggle
Fair Warning: this may be a sob story Edit: it is a sob story This may have been the most depressing New Years "celebration" I've gone through in my 28 years of living.
By Donny Foley10 days ago in Poets
Love
Lyrics of loyalty Songs of serenity Mutual love is singing here In our tender realm Uniting you and me Heart to heart Harmonizing our lives
By Hazel11 days ago in Poets
What Looms Ahead in 2026. Content Warning.
What Looms Ahead in 2026 A Threshold Walked with Fragile Bones and Fierce Clarity New Year’s Eve 2025 is on the way to 2026. Whatever looms ahead is for the future to reveal, and we will meet it through dreams, brainstorming, and creating. We keep creating and sending messages of truth.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 days ago in Poets
Held, Then Released. AI-Generated.
Mara didn’t realize how tired she was until she stopped moving. She stood at the top of the ladder, paint roller heavy in her hand, staring at the unfinished stretch of siding in front of her. The color was meant to be calming, something between blue and gray, but up close it felt uncertain, like it hadn’t decided what it wanted to be yet. The sun pressed warm against the house, and for the first time all day, Mara felt the weight of everything she’d been carrying settle into her chest.
By Jhon smith11 days ago in Poets
Winter River
Thin sheets of ice on the Catawba on my morning drive, something I’ve never seen. By afternoon, the ice melts, but the cold water flows so slowly it seems motionless, and the surface looks like the sky.
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Poets
Rainbow Reflections
Artist Statement: The Spectrum of Us "Rainbow Reflections" is more than a song; it is a sonic and visual reclamation of the space between the binaries. In a world that often demands we choose a single "lane" or a "brittle script" of either/or, this project celebrates the "mixed genre" reality of the human soul.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 days ago in Poets
Before (and After)
Once there wasn’t us, such a lonely time ago, when you didn’t breathe on my neck, back before my hands found your shoulders in my sleep. That was when coyotes were in the desert, before armadillos migrated north.
By Harper Lewis13 days ago in Poets
False Recognition
I keep thinking it’s you. I don’t mean metaphorically. I mean my breath actually stops in public places because someone turns their head
By Brie Boleyn13 days ago in Poets
Set the Stage and-
The laundry piles up like nesting for the cats who choose marinated undergarments as headrests. Flip flops lay around haphazardly, coming and going as they please.
By Oneg In The Arctic13 days ago in Poets
Two and a Half Seasons
The stubborn khaki leaves cling to branches, paper birches, I call them because of their resemblance to bags from the packy. They stay all winter,
By Harper Lewis14 days ago in Poets
Not Lost. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
Genuine meteor showers happen while we sleep, behind shrouds of clouds, in the dizzying light of the sun. Thousands upon thousands of shooting stars, streaking wishlessly through the sky
By Harper Lewis14 days ago in Poets