Prose

Tender Reverie
Light gathers on the wall as if the day itself is whispering a secret. A small girl stands barefoot on the wooden floor, her dress breathing around her like a soft cloud, and above her rises a silhouette too tall to belong to her world. The shadow-woman, carved in gold and dusk, leans toward her with hair that moves like time caught in mid-shiver.
By Aarsh Malik2 months ago in Poets
Ashes of My Courage
That summer night, I was no longer shy. I no longer wished to hide—from your gaze, from the eyes of the world. Drop by drop, the courage that had been dripping for years
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
The Fledgling's Flight (A Poem)
Fledgling’s Flight Our fledgling flew the coop early one January So young and fresh from school His offer not giving us time to grieve
By Alexandra Grant2 months ago in Poets
Lillie
How far must I search for you? Where am I to seek you? Truly—where do the lost ones go? I am searching for you, while you journey into nothingness.
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
A Spring in Your Eyes
Your Tears What pure emotions they are… Your tears rise like a clear spring bursting from the heart of a hardened mountain;
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
Her, in Fire
Fire is no match for her. Inside her, lava flows. It roars and burns, turns being into ash, drives existence into nothingness.
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
Quiet Work of Becoming
I used to believe that becoming a writer would arrive with a sound—trumpets, perhaps, or at least a clean click, like a lock finally turning. I imagined a day when the doubt would lift its coat from the back of my chair and leave the room for good. Instead, it stayed. It learned my habits. It brewed coffee. It read over my shoulder.
By Luna Vani2 months ago in Poets
Upside-down Mouse
“The Broken Finger Story is not just about pain it is the comic checkpoint that softened the gloom. What started as a rupture turned into sovereign wit, reframing doom into laughter. I have now recorded it in my personal archive as a ceremony, a reminder that even pauses can ignite new passion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
making gardens out of silence
No words come from my mouth And still, something is growing Making gardens out of silence Planting, without knowing
By Gail Fredricks2 months ago in Poets
Yellow. Honorable Mention in The Last Flame Challenge.
I went to my thesaurus to find a word, a word I could use in place of yellow. I was trying to write a poem
By Gerry Thibeault2 months ago in Poets
Quiet Heat
The Way I Begin to Burn I don’t react. I register. The moment you enter my space, something beneath my calm leans forward—
By M.max2 months ago in Poets
Morning Keeps the Change
Change is the rumor that turned out to be true, the one tenant that never quits the lease, and yet we keep acting like it just moved in yesterday. We ask for it at the ballot box, at the mirror, in whispered prayers, then flinch when it starts rearranging the furniture of our days. This is me trying to get honest about how we live as both magnet and shield toward it, how we court it, resist it, and slowly turn into it in all the shapes it takes.
By Richard Patrick Gage2 months ago in Poets