White flashes that cover lush green, sporadically,
and the taste of copper,
while sickness bites down, hard enough to crack bones.
You snort and huff, not concerned but curious,
It's the unmistakable odour of shit that worries me - what did I land in?
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S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham6 days ago in Fiction
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i love this
I just finished reading your poem "Tumble" on Vocal, and I wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed it. Your imagery beautifully captures the emotional experience of falling—whether it's into love, uncertainty, or even chaos. The way you evoke the sense of surrender and vulnerability resonated deeply with me.
Vivid and raw - such a powerful mix of intensity and dark humor!