Writing

choking

A Poem by Allie Esora

I wish I had a better title... numbness laced with that good ole' feeling of impending doom, followed by the very situation darkly anticipated

Web Journal Of Red-Pill Coyote: November 1st, 2021

A Story by Red Pill Coyote

Boof

The wolves are gathering in here!

A Poem by ~Sarah~ Idríel The..

The day has gone, gone beyond the red mountains and my heart has grown restless, more than before. The wind is on my back, north's coldness makes..

Absinthe Berries

A Story by Israr

A lone boy finds himself treading the harsh deserts to find what he always hoped for: Infinite Knowledge. He eventually encounters an old blind man re..

The Jackalope

A Story by Chris Read

This is a draft for a story that I had in mind for a while, so I apologize if things might be confusing. Several things are subject to change

SAND'S DOMAIN

A Poem by E.P. Robles

MY poem exhibits a rich and evocative language, utilizing vivid imagery and metaphors. I paint a picture of the desert landscape and its mystical allu..

Whispers of the Deser

A Story by Jamal700

In the heart of an unforgiving desert, where the sun's fiery embrace meets endless dunes, a tale of discovery unfolds. Maya, a curious traveler, emb..

The Desert

A Poem by fallon

A new love

What a curtain Bisbee has

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

What a curtain Bisbee has That keeps Mexico subduedAnd influences the lands From which the Sierra was hewn.What purple folds keep Oaxaca As a fortress..

Spring days like these

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Spring days like these Were made for katie ruellia -Who is royalty among flowers - Robed delicately in purple.There - she arrived for the festivities ..

Ample is the rising sun

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Ample is the rising sunThat alights the furthest mountainA carmine drape upon every hillExciting the birds to warble.Ample, too, is the evening sunTha..

Coming from within a rising hedge

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander -I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than beforeAnd within the naked boughs O..

By a gently flowing creek -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

By a gently flowing creek - I saw a swallowtail flutterAbout my head, as though meek - And land softer than a feather.He was large enough, I swear - T..

Pink is the morning sun ablaze.

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Pink is the morning sun ablaze.Gray is the balmy air.Purple is the city’s haze.Brown is the wren’s bleary stare.White is the glistening de..

With a spurn of yellow and a shout

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

With a spurn of yellow and a shout A lone Mexican poppyAside the mountain path Caught my meandering eye.How diminutive was its stem And so few were it..

Gentle Earth, I beg of you -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Gentle Earth, I beg of you -Whisper to us the first sign of spring.Annul this wintry despairAnd a season of life anew, bring.From the depths of BajaCa..