I am suddenly awake
I am . . . ?
Who am I?
Where is this room?
A door and another hallway… 37 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
“No one would remember, everyone was wiped.”
“All human memory was subverted, but there would be some kind of bleed through.”
“There can be no such thing, memory is memory.” 203 more words
Those who enjoy the fantasy poetry of Walter de la Mare will find a similar atmosphere in this poem by Henry Martyn Hoyt (May 8, 1887- August 25, 1920), whose work we have seen before in the posting “ 1,234 more words
1 month, 4 weeks ago
Night mocks in pretty dark blooms, as i
wake in a dream, something in my throat,
as i choke, gargling in water, would you
even bother? 87 more words
2 months ago
A petal drifted loose
From a great magnolia bloom,
Your face hung in the gloom,
Floating, white and close.
We seemed alone: but another… 40 more words
R. L. Martinez
Apotropaic Magic by Margaret Wack
I am the king’s daughter slaughtered.
I am a thrall, enthralled, I charm the ocean
into calmness and surcease. I am… 110 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
this hand came through the wall
holding a phone
and i heard a voice saying “Collect call for anyone in this Universe”
so i said “Who does collect calls nowadays. . .?”
there was no answer