Human tentacles
suction each other, leaving
ink for memory.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Jada Ferguson and writers in Poets and other communities.
Thirty pounds of lush plush sedate my body. Heat waves across my skin.
By Jada Fergusonabout a month ago in Poets
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead No stone to mark, no bell to chime, he woke beneath the weight of grime, keys still hooked across his chest,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
Verse 1 There’s a whisper in the world when the moon is hanging low, Says the devil’s in the shadows where the wildness grows.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior4 days ago in Poets
Frankie Archer - The Demon Lover As a rule, when it comes to folk fusion I tend to prefer more fusion and less folk. Frankie Archer, one of Northumberland’s most distinctive contemporary voices, might agree.
By Andy Potts4 days ago in Beat
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.