[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Sleep writhes out of my tangled bed A sanctuary of awkward twisting and turning Where deep sleep and calm Dominates the 300 thread count sheets On every other day Unholy thoughts and torturous haunting Waft in from...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] she's a figure in rags who holds the house together arms stretched around this world we hold dear she's the one who held us together in raging flood night and cooled the licking flames of destroyers the...

this week's writing prompt: "am I the only one alive to hear the dead astir in their grave?" from The Midnight Hour by James Matthews. 1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK use the form below to submit or click here For...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Those beautiful eyes Shine so bright Like the wonderful stars at night Like the great white light Of the sun in the crystal blue skies Gazing back at mine Conquering space and time Capturing soul and mind...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I solemly stand in my shack, And I stare in shock; Pit Pat Pit Pat Two raindrops fall I stare at my drenched belongings, And franticaly I save some; Pit Pat Pit Pat Two raindrops fall It...