Earth first Birth, Hearts at home on earth, A place at Birth
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Jessica A. Fox and writers in Poets and other communities.
I ached but had trouble admitting it. I should admit myself and I did it. I tried to understand how I was the problem.
By Jessica A. Fox3 years ago in Poets
You are in the presence of a dangerous woman, one unashamed of her blood-- I'll smear it on your fucking face. Unafraid of my own voice--
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Poets
If I held you softer, would the world be a scarier place? Would you have been prepared for its harsh, jagged rocks? If my words were gentler,
By Amanda Abelaa day ago in Poets
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesa day ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.