Tags prose
summer died in dampnessA Poem by ghost“summer died in dampness,” my dad once said, it has stuck with me. |
chanting to LimosA Poem by ghostI sat in the back of the theatre, not quite alone, yet very, very alone. There is a prominent emptiness somewhere deep, a sensation that is entire.. |
Night At SeaA Poem by Abbe Asailing |
The BirdsA Poem by Abbe Athe use of birds for heaven and hell and as harbingers of the future and the past |
The Value of A HorseA Story by Abbe Aa story of what happens when horse meat is more valued than the live animal |
Toe-tagged and ReadyA Story by Abbe Awas for a contest where you interpret a photograph, so this was my take on a photograph by James Bernal... |
For The Steady CourseA Poem by Andre PetersonSome sit close, while others sit closer. Be still young one, for it's never over. Because if wishes aligned with the promises we made, no wisdom wou.. |
SomethingA Poem by Richard William Mueller I..It's definitely... something. |
Panglossians ThemeA Poem by Andre PetersonYou came into my life and I didn't ask why. And at the time, I was flying high with jet trails spiraling along in the sky. And I'm guessing now I wa.. |
11/26/2021A Poem by Andre PetersonI wish I could tell you how well you look like no other man can explain. But the other men speak louder. Leaving my voice to trail off once again. .. |
Poems Don’t TranslateA Poem by Ken SquiresI’ve learned that poems don’t translate through the generations I can speak of family problems and not fitting in, my age group and yo.. |
Corridors, Windows, DoorsA Poem by Brand_TAre we just in a rat race? Are we looking for some savior? Are we the source of our own madness? |
Fishing for AnswersA Poem by Ally Annfinding meaning in the simple act of swimming |
My mother's loathing is my ownA Poem by Ally AnnIs it love or generational self-hatred |
Oh Romano, Romano, Wherefore Art Thou RomanoA Poem by RickthePoetWarriorA little Pecorino this Taleggio of 'ould... |
Liquid emotionA Poem by Ally AnnI cannot stop identifying with the lake that helped raise me |
Failure is just hope in disguiseA Poem by Ally AnnFailure is inevitable, but so is growth |