Prose

The Vanishing Man and the Spiral Dispatch
The Moment of Knowing I spiraled through the dream, back and forth, feather to flame, scroll to mirror. I kept saying it,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
The Library of Things Left Unsaid
They say every word you swallow builds a shelf inside you. At first it is small—just a ledge where a single sentence rests, unsent, unopened. But silence has gravity, and soon more phrases arrive: hurriedly hidden confessions, letters never sent, truths choked back before they could bloom.
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Poets
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady This isn’t just a day, it’s a sonic diary wrapped in pink sheets and browser haze. Welcome to the myth of the Pink Lady. This is partly truth and fiction in The Pink Series.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
You were the warmth of my December. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
The day you left, you handed me a wishbone, and I still don’t know what meant more — that you saved it for me, or that I really thought I had a chance.
By Daniel K5 months ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Cartography of Invisible Wounds
There are maps no one teaches you to read. They are not printed on paper, not charted in atlases, not sold in libraries or museums.
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Poets
DENIM PSALMS(OUTSTAGES CAFE PRODUCTION)
“By the power of plush sheets, protest chants, and outlaw harmonics, I initiate this vessel. May it stream memory, sanctify chaos, and sing in denim.”
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Jingle
Jingle, jingle, jingle. Tiny metal shells dance in tempo Of heartbeat drums. Light footed women dancing in gowns
By Jennisea Redfield5 months ago in Poets
Brownie
Soft brown fur, matted into delicate pills, roundness pressed flat after years of comfort more pillow than teddy.
By Ellie Hoovs5 months ago in Poets
Return
I have died again. The other deaths blur at the edges, faint and ghostlike, but I feel them inside me. Like a limb that has slept too long, prickling back to life. A forgotten ache waking up. Already, this one too begins to dissolve, slipping through my grasp like water through fingers. I never remember them for long.
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets
The Search
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets