Writing

Bullet

A Story by Cristalle Kao

She didn’t feel the bullet enter her brain. She was in line at grocery store. Her hands were full with food. She should have grabbed a basket. B..

The Pulse of Love

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

The Pulse of LovebyMichael R. BurchThe earth is full of rhythms so precisethe octave of the crystal can producea trillion oscillations, yet not losea ..

time goes on

A Poem by ryanbrighton

i know that i am getting olderbecause when i go to the pool or to the beach and i see a body of wateri am much less urged to jump right inbecause i am..

Reckoning

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Reckoningby Michael R. BurchHere the hills are old and rollingcasually in their old age;on the horizon youthful mountainsbathe themselves in windblown..

Clocks

A Poem by Autumn

Sometimes clocks just mock me.

stumble

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

nothing special but i'm hammered.

Jagged Rock

A Poem by mel

Circa 2011

Dear Me

A Story by JamesTleBourn

Time travel is possible... eternal letters to your past self (or is it your present self?)... thousands of years in the future...

Cotton Fish

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald

A re-write of sorts, one that I come back to time and time again, always changes and evolves for me.

The Moment

A Poem by Ben LR

I wrote this a while back while in Australia, before class just sitting watching a sunset.

The Leveler: a Coronavirus Poem

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

The Leveler: a Coronavirus PoembyMichael R. BurchThe nature of Natureis bitter survivalfrom Winter’s bleak furytill Spring’s brief revival..

nothing left to loose

A Poem by sedulous_mind

some lines about the year being sick

Home

A Story by Trifolio

What does it mean when the world you know passed on into the past?

Broken

A Poem by Kevin Andros

Time is funny

To kill the time

A Poem by Haim Kadman

My first ever poem althogh I don't deem myself as a poet, but it came about quite surprsingly.

Momin Khan Momin translations

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Perhapsby Momin Khan Mominloose translation by Michael R. BurchThe cohesiveness between us, you may remember, or perhaps not.Our solemn oaths of faith..