I can only imagine, the distance I would've traveled, if I had ran at first thought— Why am I still here?... showing up
By Josh Morgan23 days ago in Poets
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs23 days ago in Poets
Steel in the morning, Cold to the touch, Tracing the surface, Trusting so much Wings of an airframe, Lines clean and tight,
By Beckett Dowhan23 days ago in Poets
a winter afternoon a perfect temperature a content atmosphere a grandfather pine tree shepherds the saplings their long soft needles sway
By Colleen Walters24 days ago in Poets
Genuine meteor showers happen while we sleep, behind shrouds of clouds, in the dizzying light of the sun. Thousands upon thousands of shooting stars, streaking wishlessly through the sky
By Harper Lewis24 days ago in Poets
I used to think love was a test I had to pass with perfect posture smiling, agreeable, swallowing the sharp parts of myself
By Milan Milic24 days ago in Poets
Open the plastic lid. Inside, you'll find: machine modes, triple return rotators, dual combination locks, and synchronized cylinders.
By Moon Desert24 days ago in Poets
Juggling among the scariest wolves, resolving matters at hand. Hearing unsettling sounds unseen. This strangeness will be my downfall.
They come at dusk in drifting rows, with the patience of storms that recognize old ground. Nothing loud. Nothing rushed.
By Tamesha Morris24 days ago in Poets
My heart burns within me On my path And I rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem, yearning, God’s providence
By Diana24 days ago in Poets
PUBLIC NOTICE. Subject: Nobody is coming to save you. (Blood Money.) This notice is issued for public awareness and immediate observance.
By Test24 days ago in Poets
My grandmother’s hands show up in mine When I’m washing rice that same quick swirl, that same patience that looks like boredom
By Milan Milic25 days ago in Poets
