Britni PepperinPoetry Love·Jan 11, 2022Member-onlyThe Magic BarberTake your seats, please — All must go. Closing down. Outta here. Goin’ fishin’ Barber shop on Main Street. The mall’s cut the customers, chopped the butcher, the baker makes no dough. Chairs x 2 Old school. Leather, iron and chrome. A pretty penny at the antique mart, I’ll bet. Door tinkles as I turn…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Agnes LaurensinPoetry Love·Nov 26, 2021Member-onlyPlaying with FriendsFirst Terzanelle. — Whenever he goes on stage, at late night, saying it with lots of flair, his message, to greet his friends in the big hall, with light when everything has been finished, presage, that something has been stolen from the room, saying it with lots of flair, his message, when suddenly…Terzanelle Poetry4 min readTerzanelle Poetry4 min read
Jennifer PierceinILLUMINATION·Jan 7, 2022Member-onlyMagic HourThe air is thick with magic but all I see is you.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Agnes LaurensinPoetry Love·Aug 11, 2021Member-onlyFathers’ WishParents and siblings you can’t count on. — 1.Watch it It’s twelve o’clock at night, then father said: “Come home darling. It’s getting late and cold.” “I am totally fine!”, she replied sad Walking through the old door on her high heels, bold; slamming the old door behind and his face looked weird when she came home from that party and holding onto her values…Agnes Laurens5 min readAgnes Laurens5 min read
Britni PepperinPoetry Love·Jan 2, 2022Member-onlyThe Moment of MagicA time to hold — Britni Pepper1 min readBritni Pepper1 min read
Agnes LaurensinPoetry Love·Nov 24, 2021Member-onlyMorning Cloud MysteryMystery clouds are beautiful; you’ll never know what is behind the clouds. — Morning through the rain, while afternoon sun breaks down on the face of the leaves, with glaze, my good morning, breath of the cloud mystery. What is your relationship with the mist? I love it. It reminds me of not knowing what is coming the next few seconds. Would you…Tanka2 min readTanka2 min read
Bob MetivierinWrite Under the Moon·Aug 20, 2021Member-onlyThe Monoclonal ChantAn ounce of prevention is not worth a pound of cure anymore — When I was a young boy I was taught a wise thought, Take care of others and do what you ought. Its truth has still a most resounding ring. But for many today it’s more “Look out for me! You ain’t a-steppin’ on my liberty!” …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Desiree DriesenaarinKnow Thyself, Heal Thyself·Jun 11, 2021Member-onlyHow the Sea Whispers to Me. My Feet Feel the StoryThe lungs of our planet whisper words of wisdom — My body is my instrument of dance, of dreams, of daring. My body is my instrument to feel the whispers of the Earth. My body is my instrument to cling to clever clarity and dream of better being. My feet are in the clear, Azul sea. Is it green? Is it…Oceans2 min readOceans2 min read