Prose

Beneath The Willow Tree
Beneath the willow tree I rest and marvel at all its leaves have seen Memories incarnate of when this was meadow
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Poets
To the woman who held it all
“When Lolo died, did you cry?” “When Mom’s twin died, did you cry?” I remember how I would always ask you that when I was a kid. And you, without a fail, would casually respond,
By fleeting.serenicsabout a month ago in Poets
Where the sky meets the ocean
Where the sky meets the ocean In the vast horizon I have always been in motion Inside the soul’s immersion — — — — Where the sky meets the ocean
By fleeting.serenicsabout a month ago in Poets
Blood of the Wolf: The Visitor. Top Story - December 2025.
Now let me tell you this, my Viking brethren, a tale of the day, for a woman came to my door, her shoulders draped in furs,
By Amanda Starksabout a month ago in Poets
Season 22
It is so profound how I don't think about it anymore. With nature on its way out I packed melancholy into an airtight jar and put it on the shelf beside the jar
By Gerry Thibeaultabout a month ago in Poets
The Spark
My mind keeps traveling back to that night at Stillwater before you married your tragic princess. The two of you were there, down on the other side of the bar, the long end of the L, down at the bottom end. I was with my husband, and I was wearing one of my new dresses. It was blue with a tropical floral pattern spilling down from the bodice into the skirt, uninterrupted by a waistline, sequins sewn around the neckline sparkling onto the shoulders it kept falling off of.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Silent Poetry
The night was slowly settling over the quiet city. A soft breeze touched the empty streets as a young man sat on an old sidewalk, a notebook in his hand and a trembling pen between his fingers. His name was Rehan—the poet everyone called “The Silent Writer.”
By Anas Khanabout a month ago in Poets
Breaking Curses of Dark Entities. Content Warning.
This flame is mine to ignite, not theirs to erase. Every curse becomes fuel, every attempt at destruction becomes witness. I stand sovereign truth over lies, care over cruelty, cadence over silence. This archive is not theirs to burn; it is mine to keep alive.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
The Sunder-Glass Bloom
Where silence weaves a tapestry unseen, And earth forgets its verdant, humid green, A garden sleeps, of facets sharp and clear,
By The 9x Fawdiabout a month ago in Poets
The Oldest Posture of the Land
The shift begins in the air’s density: a faint thinning at the edges of warmth, the atmosphere recalibrating its balance of heat and loss. Light fractures differently across stone, and shadows migrate along new vectors. The world reorders itself by degrees, quiet and measurable and precise.
By Richard Patrick Gageabout a month ago in Poets