Stream of Consciousness

More of Me to Love
like a geode tossed down a mountainside cracked and shattered shards of me hang in the revealing sun how they shimmer
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
“Three Veils and a Flame” 5 Dimensions of Color . Content Warning.
Welcome to the Outstages Café. This dispatch is not a post; it is a ritual. A flame was lit. A veil was lifted. A correction was made.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
The Map
Map of the stars, map in my mind, map of the heart pressing rewind Rewind the tape, Go back to start, Where it began,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)2 months ago in Poets
Receipts from Another Life
I found a shoebox in the dark behind a winter coat. Its cardboard spine is still whispering like a paper-throated throat.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
How to Hold a Falling Star
The lesson starts when you mistake a spark for a star, When gravity teaches your open palms to be hands, when streetlamps dim just enough to remember the night,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Weathervane Promises
The roof remembers how we turn toward weather and light. Your vow was copper, spinning slow in the square of the window.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Empress's New Gown. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
I am a memory hoarder. I mourn the loss of memories before they even have a chance to draw breath beyond their embryonic form. Amniotic fluid doubles as
By Paris Rosemont2 months ago in Poets
Stability
cartilage retrospection before philosophy coalesces a bright white internal flashbang then the sustaining subsonic
By Iris Obscura2 months ago in Poets
Coffee
A cloudless sky A hushed breeze The leaves hold their breath The sun quietly exits Thoughts compete for the mic The school assignment looming
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
room without room
It began subtly, a hurtful remark on my page, lies, blood-soaked, echoed from my screen, consuming me. Failing to focus, postgraduate setback.
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Poets
Frosted Breath
Space flows freely, following the curvature of a frosty breath— shaping and molding, forever changing. Invisible particles
By K. S. Wren2 months ago in Poets
When Winter Arrives Without Permission
The Season That Arrives Without Knocking Winter doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t tap gently on the shoulder of autumn and wait for a nod. It arrives like a memory you thought you’d buried… sudden, sharp, and strangely familiar.
By Asher Vane2 months ago in Poets