Sharing short fiction and poetry on Mondays and Fridays…and sometimes on the days in between
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I stretch out my petals and my face catches the sun. It has been a long night since autumn, the moon is too cold for me, the frost bites with no relief so I stayed below the earthen bed until… Until. Until I can drink deep the warm water. Until I can push through the … More Grow Through | Emine Beasley
I sit exposed in the full sun no shadow to cover me the sky calls on and on my name Anna Mosca is an eclectic artist who spends her life harnessing visual languages, with a clear preference for poetry. She is interested in exploring any given data, visual, perceptual and auditory, to pursue her creative … More My Name | Anna Mosca
Never shall I contradict A word your soft lips speak An oath on my finger pricked flowers for my sweet And sweetness for my flower Until we next shall meet May you find comfort In the letters I send to you As I find my own comfort At the mere thought of you Born beneath … More The Mere Thought of You | Michael Murdoch