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Bait

Bait

A Poem by JBlanchard


A (bad) poem I wrote during a workshop with Michael Blackburn of Lincoln University. What's more, it's the only poem I've ever finished. So there's so..
Beyond the Clearing

Beyond the Clearing

A Chapter by Calissa Knox


Calioco is a wonderful place. I go there in my mind, or maybe my heart. I am not sure which. When I first came to Calioco, I found myself in a large..
Step Forward

Step Forward

A Poem by Wendy Karasin


Love
Inside My Shadows

Inside My Shadows

A Poem by Mike Wolfe


Often staring into our own shadows is like a black fog. It calls to us and tells us we are worthless. And then kill us inside.
Laments of Twilight

Laments of Twilight

A Poem by Arthur Crow


Those seasons famished in myriad dreams;Long of quests in realms of Fae ...For yet a feast of forest wine I would adorn,Or beyond pleasures dressed in..
I Am Nosferatu

I Am Nosferatu

A Poem by Arthur Crow


And he rose like a dream shrouded in obsidian“Blood the sky!” �" bewailed ravenous eyes ..‘Upon a world solemn; and the ..
Over the Fields they Run

Over the Fields they Run

A Poem by Hanna Lily


Continuation of "Fire in the Night".
Freedom, an unexpected gift

Freedom, an unexpected gift

A Poem by Hanna Lily


Continuation of "Over the Fields they Run".
Nature In Captivity

Nature In Captivity

A Poem by Savannah Bly


Nature is in constant captivity.
~ The Man on the Hill

~ The Man on the Hill

A Poem by


~ The Man on the Hill, E+E, Forlorn times, Truth, Love, Lands, Nature, Green, Mist, Dreams, Poetry, Me, You, Pain, Hurt, Real, Telepathic
Flirtatious pride

Flirtatious pride

A Poem by Stephen


We all need to take a time to look around the world but yeah ... before doing this, we all gotta look right around us.
Mist

Mist

A Story by Lionheart


A short story which I may make longer if say over ten people like it
Waiting for Vapor

Waiting for Vapor

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


Birth in metaphysical understandings
I can Feel Your Presence

I can Feel Your Presence

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


Your sweet presence is there, Mysterious like Forster’s boum no more, I don’t really know, How not to let it go. A..
The Terror

The Terror

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


He never came out in the daytime, though He’d always come out at night, I’d hear his feet, pass in the street By the gasl..
Shade

Shade

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of c..
The Dark Green Conifers

The Dark Green Conifers

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridgelooking out over undulating green hills tothe next great wall of mountains. the lastmorning clouds left f..