Prose

Strawberry Season
She feasts on nature's candy the red juice of it dribbling between fingers and the corners of her mouth leaving behind
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
Never Love a Starling
You mimicked perfectly the calls of eagles, sounding like freedom, and love, a patriot cut from the same cloth that I came from,
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
Dream
I can dream again I can be again My mind was locked in a prison But now they cut through Like an incision A vision Of hope?
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
"DREAMSCAPES OF LIFE". Content Warning.
I worked over 12 hours on this story music video. I utilize AI as a tool. I use my brain to write & edit in my art studio on my PC. I worked 4 hours creating music with SUNO. I have to have the right beat, the right tune, the right voice. I am picky. Then I worked on the video creations through different resources. I have had over 2o years of music & voice training. I studied nursing, business, & journalism. I am 75 years old. I put my heart & soul & MY BRAIN INTO MY CREATIONS.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
Bleed the Beast. Top Story - March 2025.
Bleed the beast they say But how do I bleed it When it feeds me When it needs me As much as I need it I want to cleave it off
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
What goes through the mind of an empty envelope?
Humans! Aah, the notorious ones gospelled with the prowess of pouring their hearts onto the folds of power, of unleashing the confinement of unsaid pain through the enigmatic flair of woven syllables through the crevices of their glistening minds.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Ben
We met on a Sunday a few months after the world shook, and burned. Your smile swept the ash, and my hair, away from my face.
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
Love Poem to a Bipolar Self
I am fixed to this spot, magnifying glass in hand. I have taken inventory of myself and now point the lens to the center of my chest, a slight angle toward the sun. I hold it long enough; a small dot forms, an irritation growing. It feels particular and significant until my eyes relax and the dot bleeds into the reds of my skin.
By kp10 months ago in Poets
Blue Ridge
Find me like the Blue Ridge: Navy haze, carving faults of life. In me, the heart of the Blue Ridge: history in forgotten cobblestone
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
"One Day, I'll Leave"
How much I tried, how much I cared, Yet they don’t see—were they ever aware? Every choice I made, every path I took, All for them, yet I’m the one mistook.
By Ellie10 months ago in Poets
Moonlight 14
I spend my night in syncopated sighs rhythmically tied to piano sonata no. 14 on repeat Beethoven too knew something of longing
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
Somewhere Between Now & Then
Then I was a child with dreams a plenty now I am almost 40 steeped in reality Then I was reckless and carefree Now I have learned to tread more carefully
By Ellie Hoovs11 months ago in Poets