Prose

For the Left Hip of Māra
"Come to Thailand with me." Came her quiet plea. We huddled in our hostel bed, curtains closed to the full room– far from soundproof.
By kp6 months ago in Poets
Spindleshanks. Runner-Up in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
Before you begin, be sure to ask the right question. Can I do anything for you? Then put your foot on the pedal and try.
By Mackenzie Davis6 months ago in Poets
Detest Protest of the Absurd
This song is a prayer wrapped in rhythm, a Native rock anthem forged in the fire of injustice and clarity. I created both the lyrics and instrumental music to honor ancestral resilience and speak truth to chaos. It’s a sonic protest and a sacred offering. May it stir something deep within you and awaken what’s been waiting.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Sometimes
Sometimes, I don’t know who I am. I hide between who I wish to be and what the rest wants to see. There are traces of malice in my acts of kindness,
By Krizzia BW6 months ago in Poets
I’m Not Whining. I’m Seething.. Content Warning.
Let's be crystal fucking clear. I’m not writing because I want pity. And don't bother with thoughts or prayers. I’m writing because I’m living in a body that’s collapsing in slow motion while everyone around me keeps suggesting I “try counseling or CBD or $10 Tea."
By Danielle Katsouros6 months ago in Poets
Getting Lost Is Easy
Step one: approach your quarry. Don't be afraid; it won't bite. Steady... Steady... Can you reach it yet? Good. Step two: gently, gently, stroke its spine.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Poets
Instructions for Disappearing
INSTRUCTIONS FOR DISAPPEARING 1. Pick a place where nobody will find you. Zoom in on a nice looking patch of forest. Throw a dart at a map.
By Emily Threlkeld6 months ago in Poets
Wishing For Parents
Feeling the frigid, fierce force of the loss of control: my flat, my car, and just recently, my computer — all vanished, all gone. I stand silently still, summarizing and simulating the same old stories and thoughts, wondering why I am unable to wilfully wheedle out, through these wuthering heights, access to my true potential, even though I’ve shovelled so deep, and deeper down, into an already burrowed ground.
By Chantal Christie Weiss6 months ago in Poets
You Filed Me Away
I remember your face playing out alien emotions, unable to authentically see my aching heart. How I once adored you, but the bleeding throbs that ricocheted from your rejection ruptured a long time ago. Now there's just a silent stoic simmering rage, repressed into shoots that rotted my roots, embedded into the edge of the threads of my life.
By Chantal Christie Weiss6 months ago in Poets
It kills me to write this
Start quietly. Be so silent that the crickets she hears… hear crickets. Leave so gently she won't be able to comprehend how her house could blow over from a such a mild breeze.
By Daniel K6 months ago in Poets
Colors of Us
We are the colors of rainbows. I created Native American music from my Native Choctaw heritage. I am mosaic of DNA and so fed up with MAGA
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
It Happens Incrementally. Winner in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
~The Commands should pile upon the Demands.~ Step back, out of the way. Give up your seat. Sacrifice. Shrink. Cower.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡6 months ago in Poets