Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
JL's music career on the six is her greatest acting achievement snatching back her husband's tips with nanny's working slave contracts
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Poets
I know the way things rot. Brown and white slime on sugar snap peas, black fuzz on applesauce uncovered and abandoned, the expanding plastic of a milk jug kept in the fridge weeks past the best by date,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
January started out with enthusiasm and a spark. She had met him at a summer Shakespeare in the Park. Hadn't thought much about him after that though,
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
eyes always went to her first caught by her powerful feminine charms looking through me like I didn't exist it stung, but I never felt envy
By B2 years ago in Poets
Every now and then, a dark moon rises: looming over your head, Casting a dark blue light onto the room, and onto the silhouette of you.
By Kali Mailhot2 years ago in Poets
Ask me in December after the leaves are gone and the rains have begun, when above us floats a gray silk sky, thick in the middle
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
This little ditty is for my friend and fellow creator, Babs Iverson's Unofficial Challenge. Here's a link: And here's the poem:
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
-(Word unscrambled: METAMORPHOSE) - To say a thing aloud is to give it teeth and claws- surprise roommates. The first can tear your heart
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Poets
the cherry trees weep in pink. the concrete cracks in jagged edges. tears dissolve the barren spaces like acid.
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
mother i am piece of you, cloth trying to dye itself another color caged bird trying to break free black swan or white
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Extraordinarily rare and breathtaking Concealing each other and combining as one Lunar and solar, the twins we have come to admire
By Lizzy Gabrick2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I wonder what evidence it will take. Sometimes, between dodging rounds of flying bullets, Or fleeing the toxic spew of chemicals, or even crawling
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
