Under the Stairs It Waits There is a space beneath the stairs, Where light forgets to stay, Where dust hangs thick like something living,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
I tossed you away. I tossed you away and yet you return. Reminding me I’m broken, useless- Like you. With each passing wave,
By Elizabeth Butler2 days ago in Poets
He Keeps The Keys He stood outside too long, Not knocking, just listening, Like the door had a pulse, Like it knew him.
Beneath sharp and alluring skies Amid the spoils of societies many misteps Lost in the ravages of the speeding that is time
By Jason Morton2 days ago in Poets
Everyone seems to have found a hand to hold, as if arrange by a higher power that doesn't believe I'm worthy. Restaurants sing in quiet duets,
By Tina D. Lopez2 days ago in Poets
coconut sunscreen worked into old bruises slow, circular, praying we can sweeten what we survived the skin might forgive if it smells right
By Fatal Serendipity2 days ago in Poets
A gang of turkeys wandered onto a business park road. A car came upon them apprehensively and stopped. The horn blared. No movement.
By Gabriel Shames2 days ago in Poets
The first warm day of the year And I return from the store Sweating lightly in my t-shirt and shorts Waiting for the air to kick in
By Gene Lass2 days ago in Poets
“A soap impression of his wife That he ate and donated to the National Trust” - John Lennon “Happiness is a Warm Gun”
Same can't be distinct, Transparent doesn’t present self, Pure light ain’t turning back reflects not but Body of particles, waves dead end
By Iris V.2 days ago in Poets
“Whatever happened to that lovely hippie shit?” -Ray High “Psychoderelict” a rock opera by Pete Townshend > > In 1970, Jackson Browne
