Tags : Emory

Nightmare

Nightmare

A Story by Sara Mima


The nightly, subconscious musings of E.Avery.
Stolen Hearts

Stolen Hearts

A Book by Kittenev


21 and working in a coffee shop, Emory was normal. That changes when one night a figure comes and steals her heart literally. Stranger this, she&rsquo..
Lenny Baker Cole

Lenny Baker Cole

A Poem by Robert Kean


Someone whispered to Lenny Baker ColeNot quite a cry, not really a murmurYou're gonna turn out just like your fatherBlowing on that trumpet for a poor..
Father, I want to join the army

Father, I want to join the army

A Poem by Robert Kean


We're all just pilgrims my son.Born with a mind to change, wonder, and reach.You have the soul of a farmer. Those tattered clothesand callused hands d..
Weeping for the World as We Lay Our Stones

Weeping for the World as We Lay Our Stones

A Poem by Robert Kean


Weeping for the world as we lay our stonesA harsh exodus from this severed placeSifting through the ashes of a defamed throne.Who knows when or where ..
The Unfinished Opera

The Unfinished Opera

A Poem by Robert Kean


A soft, eloquent, sweet tone of memoriesflood my mind.Forging through the muckthe heavy saturated skies of my years.Its sentimental sound plagues medr..
Poem for a Cold Afternoon

Poem for a Cold Afternoon

A Poem by Robert Kean


I've made myself into an island for youFashioning tides that sing, and a sun that heals.With an evening that is infinite, no....wait, immeasurable.I c..
Big Love

Big Love

A Poem by Robert Kean


She was a Waffle House Waitress Everyone called her Big Love. 6’2, 240lbs, gold and red streaked braids. Silver glitter painted on he..
Finely Tuned

Finely Tuned

A Poem by Robert Kean


I have a finely tuned guitar And a finely tuned car That I drive to my finely tuned gym. I have a finely tuned girlfriend With a finely tu..
An Easter Poem: I dream of forgiveness

An Easter Poem: I dream of forgiveness

A Poem by Robert Kean


I dream of forgivenessA memory, so foreign to me nowThat wakes me to a still night.Some hurt, somebody, some place long agoBut it was me. A cold..