Prose

Tissue Paper
A fragile comfort, for tears to dry A gentle embrace, for a hurting soul A temporary solace, to make us whole It wraps around us, like a tender hug
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Untitled - Part One
Today I wrote a poem using book titles that I liked the sound and rhythm of, from the Renard Press Spring 2024 Catalogue and The Folio Society Summer Catalogue 2024. Both these publications are as beautiful as the books they sell so before I popped them in the recycling, I felt I had respectfully given then an alternative life as prompts for poetry.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Poets
The Red Tent (part two)
The girl is bathed in adoration and each woman’s welcome embrace. Heart’s promise nurture, promise wisdom, promise true cherishment -
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Nobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
Barloc
Barloc, the bison bolstered himself through a Canadian front as he shuffled south through Manitoba. No other bison before him endured the sheets of snow and blankets of ice like he did.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
The Exchange
Based on Randy Baker's 'Prompted #5': 'To Be Played At Maximum Volume' - from the back cover of David Bowie's 'Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars':
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Into the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
The Bacon Cat Legging Society
With shards of shattered reflections I cut dark threads woven into tapestries threads of red and black that seek to tie down or tie up
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets