Prose

The Discovery Button On Every Website Page!
So like every night you just stare! You don't even mention my name, not even a little bit - like hey chica, you mixed!?
By 365poetry2 months ago in Poets
we are they
it's a wilderness in here big dreams, obvious obsessions shepherded fears in flight from hope i run into the arms of tomorrow
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
NOTICE OF REVISED RESPONSIBILITY
PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT Effective immediately, the following changes are hereby enacted. A man previously classified as optional
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Poets
BREACH OF SANCTITY . Runner-Up in Public Announcement Challenge.
The Department of Necessity states: ~ you shall surrender your temple for his physical release. ~ You shall accept his specious logic
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Poets
Once Worry-less Questions to Heavy Messages and Conversations. Top Story - January 2026.
“Hey let me know when you get home” “I’m home.” “Are you safe?” “It’s 2 am and it’s dark out be careful of unmarked cars”
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
Samara. Top Story - January 2026.
You deserve the stirrings of peace. You should have long inherited the blessings of the land, A place to land, soft and rich,
By Meredith Harmon3 months ago in Poets
in the Iron Bowl
We were red fish rotting inside an iron bowl. Quiet. Watched. Obsessed with a freedom we were never meant to touch.
By Nicole Moore3 months ago in Poets
Under Control
Live from Air Force One Update The Meteor, designated 2X5-L1, sighted ten days ago, has defied odds, passed all gravitational giants in our solar system, and is on a direct collision course with Earth.
By Alicia Anspaugh3 months ago in Poets
Hollywood Night Walk 1970s
This was written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli I wrote this to escape the 2026 political atmosphere of hate. So, I slipped into a dream. SWEET!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Hollow
You do not know why you thirst at the spring of life yet are sated at the spring of death. You learned all that you were meant to know,
By Nicole Moore3 months ago in Poets
The Open Middle
Today, I long for what I lost yesterday. Yesterday, I was longing for today. And today, I miss yesterday. The threads of my future are tangled.
By Nicole Moore3 months ago in Poets
The Slow Dance
"The Slow Dance" is an immersive exploration of a singular, stolen moment within the Blue Velvet Candlelight Club. Set against the gritty, neon-soaked backdrop of 1970s Los Angeles, the piece captures the "ancient and gentle" recognition between two souls before a single word is spoken.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets