When we wore wings
Women wielding wind
We went whither we wished
When whispered willows
Wondrous words
We would waltz
With wintry wood
When warbled whales
Wagnerian works
We would wend
Within welcome waves
Wherefore warred White Wendell,
Wizened wisp, withered warlock?
Witches we,
Walkers within wake,
Withheld wand, whip, weapon
Wherefrom we wander
Waiting
Westerly winds
Whirlwind
Wander
Waiting
About the Creator
MA Snell
I'm your typical Portlander in a lot of ways. Queer, cheerfully nihilistic, trying to make a quiet name for myself in a big small town. My writing tends to be creepy and—let's hope—compelling. Beware; and welcome.
Let's Don't Do This
"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Fiction
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