Prose

Not Your Grandma's Knitting
Stab it Wrap it throw it in the grave this is not what my grandma taught me to say when knitting but it makes me laugh
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Real Villains. Top Story - January 2025.
You can make me the villain in your story if it helps you sleep better at night just don’t blame me in the morning
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Robert Frost: The Poet of New England’s Heart
Early Life and Influences Frost’s early life was marked by instability and hardship. His father, a journalist and a politically ambitious man, died of tuberculosis when Frost was only 11 years old. This loss prompted the family to move to Lawrence, Massachusetts, to live with Frost’s maternal grandparents. It was in New England, with its rolling landscapes and rural communities, that Frost found his poetic voice. His environment—its woods, fields, and hardworking people—became the backdrop for much of his poetry.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Why humanness in its virtue fails
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
After the Conflict
The dust settles, a shaky ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unspoken regrets, yesterday’s words like shrapnel
By souhilaabout a year ago in Poets
Bury Me in Knit
When I die dress me comfortably in my favorite yoga pants and a comfortable tee So if God calls me home I can dance with the angels
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Journey of Chloe Bennet: From Singing to Superheroes
Early Life and Family Background Chloe was raised in a multicultural household. Her father, Bennet Wang, is Chinese-American, and her mother, Stephanie Crane, is Caucasian. Growing up in Chicago with six brothers, Chloe experienced a mix of traditional and modern influences. Her diverse heritage has profoundly impacted her personal and professional identity, shaping her outlook on the world and her choices in the entertainment industry.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
A Haiku of You
I find you in snow Pathways filled and a world made new it melts too quickly
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Lesser of Two Evils
They keep us starving and in our own separate corners Then they toss a plate of weevils into the middle. We fight
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
This isn't About You
I pour from an empty cup into an empty space that can’t… no… doesn’t care to hold it. ”never chase” you laugh over a beer
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Second-Hand Clothes
Worn, and stitched to keep spare change in place. These are the remnants of another’s spirit– one’s story, yours. Where life existed, becomes memories exhausted, enough to let go. I receive them gladly because I know they are all you can give at this moment in time.
By H. J. Levonabout a year ago in Poets
Ordinary Day
It was an ordinary day Sun came through the windows to wake me up Snow, freshly fallen from the night before, covered the street and cars
By Donny Foleyabout a year ago in Poets