Blue eyes, like mine, RAGE!
For me? Not my sweet boy's eyes.
Man escaping Mom.
My writing is me.
"We grew up, but ... haven’t quit playing together."
"...nothing that could save her, so sister kept raising the baby Mama "gave" her."
"I sewed love into every stitch...filling it with hope... and positivity."
Kodi & Clara
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Kim Mitchell and writers in Poets and other communities.
Baby blue booties. Baby blue. BOY! Silence falls. Wrong sound. Baby blues!
By Kim Mitchell3 years ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combs3 days ago in Poets
Locked in, they both are The mongoose and the cobra Still before the strike * Thanks for reading!
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Poets
Almost three years ago, we shared a resource article that served as a place for people to suggest new challenge prompts. We thought it would be a good idea to refresh that thread, and take the opportunity to answer a few common questions about top stories, how challenges are judged and how submissions are reviewed.
By Vocal Curation Team6 days ago in Resources
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.