Prose

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
the spark extinguishing. Content Warning.
vibrant and saturated the colors of a true heart never fade gradients arrange and repeat the values lay broken a square of earth down ten feet
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
the roots of reverie
our love was a sapling, thin-stemmed, fragile, poised in quiet confidence. it was indescribable, the bliss i felt, growing in your taciturn nature.
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets
The Last Light
The night carried a thin layer of moisture, as if the rain still trembled behind the clouds. On the edge of the old town stood a worn-out house whose window lamps often extinguished on their own. But tonight… tonight a strange and vivid light gleamed from within.
By Anas Khan2 months ago in Poets
Roots of Tolerance, Tendrils of Kindness
What is the life purpose of the deer, raccoons, and birds? Is it different from humans, or are we the same, with our intention to live, experiencing this world for the sake of life? To wake up, go through the day, working and resting, eating and sleeping - the same for the creatures as for the humans.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Poets