Tags : Prose

So, how do you feel?

So, how do you feel?

A Poem by Traxler


From the collection, Mono no aware by Tylor Traxler
He told me

He told me

A Poem by Laura Kate


He told me that I scare him,that there’s a darkness in mebut he likes it.He wants to protect me,he wants to take care of mehe loves the way that..
Wild as the flame

Wild as the flame

A Poem by Laura Kate


Her hair is wild like the lion's mane,She runs free all through the nightBut there's a price to pay to know this woman,Her gold blonde curls mesmerise..
9.23

9.23

A Poem by Laura Kate


02.04.19, 9.23am
Colors Of My Life ( 4/2/19)

Colors Of My Life ( 4/2/19)

A Poem by Andre Peterson


The color grey meant nothing to me until it gave me warmth on the coldest night. It was calming in the hours where I had nothing else to hold onto. ..
Falling

Falling

A Poem by Laura Kate


Like a leaf falling from its tree I detached myself,I made myself free. And with the very last ounce of life I had left,I flew... I tried to make i..
Home - a haibun

Home - a haibun

A Poem by Luna


a haibun is a composition made of a prose section and a haiku. here's one about memories from my childhood :)
La Metro di Roma

La Metro di Roma

A Story by Luna


an extended haibun analysing Rome's busy metro
You

You

A Poem by Laura Kate


You set about putting me back togetherbefore I even knewthat some of my pieceshad broken
It’s not you

It’s not you

A Poem by Laura Kate


It’s not you that Ilove, it’s not that I love you, exactly … I seem to run towards crazy and there’s a whole lot of cr..
4/13/19

4/13/19

A Poem by Andre Peterson


I think upon the subject of importance. As if I could really stop this unseen force pulling me in closer. If only I took the time to reward my forb..
Notre Dame

Notre Dame

A Poem by Ally Ann


In destruction, we will find strength
Three times, clouds

Three times, clouds

A Poem by Steve Nossiter


Prose about a day where the clouds almost lifted me from the ground, but not quite. A day missed, a day to look forward to.
How we used to be

How we used to be

A Poem by Laura Kate


Just a thought
Release

Release

A Poem by Laura Kate


He clings to melike the butterflywho commits to the direction of the windthat releases him from the webin which he winds himself up,and thought he wou..
Our kind

Our kind

A Poem by Laura Kate


Near every field down every road through every gate in every home are one of the same yet different in kind; a living body with a restless mind..
Her profile

Her profile

A Story by Haim Kadman


A short story dealing with exceptional hunan relations.
Empty pillows

Empty pillows

A Poem by Laura Kate


When I came home that eveningand went into my roomI felt I could have criedbecause I had forgottenjust how muchmy very own bedsheetsremind meof you