Prose

The courage to turn the page
Turning the page is a very important ability. If you always hold on to the past and can't let go, and waste yourself needlessly, you will fall into a vicious circle.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
Omer 13 - the people’s daughter
The people’s daughter, entering the new world with soot in her eyes, strained vision to find where the rivers converge, only finding the ocean before her and its waves tugging at her feet to return home to the sea calling her back. Whispers and screams carried by cycling wind to and past the veil, carrying her visions, teasing the answers in response through dreamscapes and flora, fauna, lightning strikes. The world speaks — quiet, loud, in tongues and plain language, waiting…waiting for fluency from even one person to carry conversation.
By Chaia Levi9 months ago in Poets
The Myth of Orpheus
Orpheus was the most fantastic musician of all time. It is said that his music was so beautiful that it moved gods, humans, and animals alike. He was truly gifted; his voice could bring about any emotion, and his lyre any rhythm. Despite being the son of Apollo, the god of music, and Calliope, the Muse of epic poetry and eloquence, he remained a noble-spirited mortal.
By Carlos M. Suárez Tavernier9 months ago in Poets
My vent on love
If I sat with silence and I mean, truly sat, it wouldn’t take long for my mind to commit adultery betraying the stillness,
By Daniel K9 months ago in Poets
Exclusivity Breeds Contempt
To do good in the world requires only that the individual has a clear conscience and a pure heart. However, many bad things may happen to that individual who stumbles forward into such a terrible world with such good intentions.
By C. Rommial Butler9 months ago in Poets
Grass
Some of the grassy knoll was mowed, and it was so beautiful—the natural patterns of the freshly cut grass. Then the rest of the knoll was left untamed. This was equally beautiful and mesmerizing, as the breeze blew the green blades of grass back and forth.
By Rick Henry Christopher 9 months ago in Poets
Final Notice
To the Audience: Due to particular circumstances, the Writer has decided to go in a different direction. As much as your recent work has been appreciated, and your comments noted for their insight and wit, the Writer has decided that he can no longer move forward with you as a partner in this enterprise.
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Poets
almost heaven...
to reconcile; to understand i come from backcountry roads and woods. outside city limits. i come from farmland and factories.
By kp9 months ago in Poets
What Time Can't Take.
When we are kids, it seems time lasts forever, and we are free to run outside with our siblings, cousins, and friends. The sun watches over us as it starts to sink
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Walking With Love And Grief.
I always thought love and grief couldn’t co-exist, but in the two years I’ve spent navigating them, I’ve learned they aren’t separate—they are one.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Tattoos
Her tattoos read like a roadmap, symbols from the life she has lived, like notches keeping score from a battlefield she cannot escape
By Laerilee9 months ago in Poets
The Space You Left.
The night you died didn’t feel real. To this day, when I think back on it, all the moments swirl together in one big blur. I couldn’t really miss you that night because, to me, you were still here — just sleeping as we all left the hospital.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets