Prose

In the Sunlight
In the Sunlight the waves glisten and the seagulls shriek their morning news. I hold my own hand as I look out on the clouds looming in.
By DLC10 months ago in Poets
In the Summer
… My sun-kissed skin Morphs into a shade of pink Like the inside of your lip. A splatter of freckles form Like I’ve been poked by a million stars
By DLC10 months ago in Poets
Cross-Examination. Content Warning.
To the police officers of New Jersey who participated in the hunting of black bears in the early 2000s, which resulted in the deaths of over 500 in three years:
By kp10 months ago in Poets
A Universe Away
My gaze travels to you across the endless valley of our dinner table as my mind molds a ruthless stampede of questions from the clay of your silence.
By DLC10 months ago in Poets
His Smile, My Joy
I sat in my chair, lost in my mind, When a glimpse of him caught my eye, so bright. After so long, a smile so true, Lit up his face in a glow so new.
By Ellie10 months ago in Poets
The Dress
She only wears it once a year. That red dress-his favorite. The ones she twirls in, laughing, as he pretends to hate dancing.
By PSYGENIUS10 months ago in Poets
When the Soul is Tired
When the soul is tired, it feels like an empty house. The windows are shut tight, the doors creak on old hinges, and the wind sneaks in through the cracks, howling like a lost animal.
By Kiranmai10 months ago in Poets
The Magic of The Robin Red-breast
I thought of you today Sitting outside In the sun’s ray I could feel you by my side My memories of you Came crashing through
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
My Heart Ever Reaching
Floating in the wind Flying with the bees Gliding past the bend Enjoying a life of ease Look at her wings Flapping in the breeze
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
Cremation Society
3/2/25 8:31pm I look up just in time to see The Cremation Society of Illinois every morning but I’m never conscious enough to take in the sunrise and I wish there was a camera wired to my brain be- cause I could never recreate the things I see every day but watching reflections swim across can just be for me it’s okay to keep this for myself sunset against sunset this I can recreate I know I can but I can’t seem to start orange against blue orange against grey orange against the fear that digs into my elbows I’ve lived here four years and never seen these symphonies played before me I look up just in time to get off at my stop and I hate to think of strangers in the way I do without a sound you speak the words of a thousand men and I can start as soon as you see me as soon as you write it down of whitecaps you will feel the resentment I will never let go
By Olivia Dodge10 months ago in Poets
I am Not a Bot
Hey, Vocal Sit down, let's have a chat I know my problems aren’t local And I don’t want to seem like a brat But this constant verifying I’m human
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
Hey, Listen—This Time, Fight
Hey, don’t let the evil things distract you, okay? If they do, they’ll pin the blame on you—always. They’ll act like it was your fault, like you failed,
By Ellie10 months ago in Poets