Sunshine by Liza Rose
Her life began in a beige and green grass field. A headfirst tumble into existence.… Read More Sunshine by Liza Rose
Tag: short story
Do Not F*ck with My Wife
Do Not Fuck With My Wife
I mean, not in that seedy-dive-bar-dude-in-flannel-leers-at-my-wife-
but-I-have-a-bigger-truck-with-heavier-duty-suspension-
and-a-louder-engine-so-I’m-gonna-spit-my-chew-on-dude’s-Romeo’s
kind of way.
No, no, no, I mean: Do Not Fuck With My Wife.… Read More Do Not F*ck with My Wife
Shadows of My Past
It kept on following me
No matter how long or how fast I ran
Pinched myself a thousand times
In hope of waking up from this nightmare… Read More Shadows of My Past
Watercolor for the Soul
Can I just write
About something beautiful
Not educational or earth-shattering
Just a smattering
Of word paint
Watercolor for the soul
Like a sunset or fruit bowl
The sound of nothingness
While looking at the stars
Or the deafening roar of a waterfall
Drowning out the dark… Read More Watercolor for the Soul
The Gift of Presence
My anxieties are always chasing the future.
Frustration grows as I know
I will never leave the present… Read More The Gift of Presence
I Would Watch My Father
When direction was questionable
And my eyes still impressionable
When porridge
Cemented in grey splodges
to my favourite… Read More I Would Watch My Father
Tempest by Teodor Nihtianov
She had fire in her gut
and not the decent kind.
Not the romantic kind.
Not the one that allows her
to overcome.… Read More Tempest by Teodor Nihtianov
Gravity and Unrequited Love
Depersonalization is the feeling of being disconnected from one’s physicality.
My body is here but my mind is wherever you are.… Read More Gravity and Unrequited Love
We Are Blessed by Hamza Waleed
Looking at the silver lining in the sky,
My heart whispered to gear up, and fly.
Of all the morning’s bliss, on us, it showers,
… Read More We Are Blessed by Hamza Waleed
Augustine Oak Bound by Palm
Solid oak, rooted deep,
like the tree in Augustine,
twisted branches reaching high,
verdant abundance towards the sky.… Read More Augustine Oak Bound by Palm
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