Prose

Pericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
Barloc
Barloc, the bison bolstered himself through a Canadian front as he shuffled south through Manitoba. No other bison before him endured the sheets of snow and blankets of ice like he did.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
The Exchange
Based on Randy Baker's 'Prompted #5': 'To Be Played At Maximum Volume' - from the back cover of David Bowie's 'Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars':
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Into the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
The Bacon Cat Legging Society
With shards of shattered reflections I cut dark threads woven into tapestries threads of red and black that seek to tie down or tie up
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The Bacon Cat Legging Society
Night has uncloaked her beauty, Her pale face shines the jewels that adorn her shimmer ... all around ... there is stillness.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bird on a Wire . Top Story - May 2024.
A colorful bird with a yellow head, white body, and blue wings, perched and sat atop a telephone wire. He felt sad because he was short and stout, and his brother and sister had just hurt his feelings.
By DJ Robbins2 years ago in Poets
The Persistence of Memory
The arrow of time keeps pointing forward… or is it? If the gods wanted to for once and for all torment humanity, it would be enough to make them conscious of the trespassing of dimensions. Change. Time.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
A Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Intimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pussy Willows
Pussy willow is the name given to many of the smaller species of the genus, Salix (willows and sallows), when their furry catkins (slim, cylindrical flower clusters) are young in early spring. These species include (among many others) the goat willow or sallow (Salix caprea), the grey willow or sallow (Salix cinerea), and the American pussy willow (Salix discolor). Before male catkins come into full flower, they are covered in fine, greyish fur, which led to their fancied likeness to tiny cats also known as pussycats or pussies.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets