vintage
Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
"The Last Cup of Coffee"
The bell above the door chimed as Elena stepped into the tiny café on 7th Avenue, brushing snow from her coat and pulling the scarf tighter around her neck. The place was warm, humming with quiet conversations and the soft hiss of the espresso machine. She ordered her usual — one black coffee, one oat milk latte — and took a seat by the window.
By Shakil Sorkar8 months ago in Poets
The Sky Between Our Hands
Arwa met Zayan on the first day of university orientation. She was early, sitting alone under the giant banyan tree in the courtyard, sketching the clouds above. He was late, running across the lawn, his camera swinging from his neck and his shoes untied.
By Muhammad Hamza Safi8 months ago in Poets
The Light Between Two Windows
It was the kind of winter in New York City where even the streetlights looked tired. Snow clung to the sidewalks like forgotten promises, and the city pulsed quietly beneath its usual roar. Somewhere in the East Village, in an aging brownstone split into narrow apartments, two strangers lived across from one another, separated by little more than thirty feet of air and glass.
By Shakil Sorkar8 months ago in Poets
