#prose-poem

The Shivering Ghost of the Spire

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On That Street

Of love, heartbreak, and moving on

Poem — Twilight With The Fairies

I take a walk with my youngest. They don’t find what they are looking for, but I do.

sometimes, you just have to believe

love is everywhere

Fun in the Sun Until the Gun

There’s no such thing as paradise when the bullets start flying and there’s panic in the streets.

The Space He doesn’t Show

[Poem] A List to Howl Successfully

Piece inspired by BTS' 'Like Animals' track.

ꇙꏂ꒦ꏂꋊ ꇙ꒐꒒ꏂꋊ꓄ ꒒꒐ꏂꇙ

Seven silent lies

The World Rarely Permits Men To Pause —

Introducing our new contributor, Adie Michael Uke.

Something Good…

will come out of all things yet

The Kingdom in a Puddle: A Lesson on Time, Life, and the Worlds We Never See

What if an entire civilization could be born, flourish, dream, and disappear between two of your ordinary days?

Portrait of Two Young Men in New Orleans

Brothers, memories, and the piano has been drinking

Alone, Not Lonely

On the Poetic Nature of Dreams

When The Heart Fights The Mind!

When the heart fights the mind, The soul is stretched thin, Between dreams and logic, Between the skies and the earth, Between the…

Wandering through mirrors

A prose poem by Naomi Ward

My Homecoming at 66

A Prose Poem.

The Archive of the Monsoon Summer

We consecrated our youth in the gilded, suffocating heat of a sprawling metropolis, a city that wept regularly with monsoon rains.

Where Do I Belong?

Memories serve as a connection to our world.

Bendita Mulher

Do meu livro “Para Além dos Campos de Lavanda”

<I Converse With A Raven> Chi Keung Tang

I overlooked at a height And noted a raven’s there He’s black and sad He bowed to me And told me the disaster of his city Of the missing of…

The Sun’s Shadow

On Chiaroscuro, Life, and Love

The Dues

A tie around the neck

Puspa Dari Karma

Aku sekuntum bunga, yang bermandikan asa.

Hummingbird, let me sing

Hummingbird, do you know when a body becomes a battlefield? The day it is born. The day it is born. Sit close and I’ll tell you a story. A…

Darah Tanpa Jerebu Senjata

“Sajak Yang Bersenandung Di Akhir Perang.”

Sugar Bubble

I feel like a sugar bubble. Made in structure through our sweetness but fragile to any hit. I fracture at rejection. The heat and warmth…

Letters Inside Pillowcases

When Raymond suggested to Jennifer that they write a three-hundred-word letter to each other every evening, letters that captured the day’s…

Wonderful Words- March 2026

March

I wish to resist, and yet...

Your words leave marks on me, within me; stimulating, they intoxicate me

Perhaps the Next

Walk through the fire

Conversations with a madman.

It’s a lunatics moon not mine. Address there your disdain.

From Manila to Prague — A Prose Poem

Navigating two worlds in the cold winter air

Gelateria Da Cesare

Domenica mattina. Reggio Calabria.

Episode 6-Final: By The Bed Side

Already broke 22. You wanna keep the clothes on your back? You wanna be the joker? Then suit yourself. You choose the cards, you turn the…

The Angels (inco poetry / song lyrics)

There is no Space here, But Plenty of Time to be had

An Interior That Never Dries

Tamarack Pines

Prose Poem

Episode 4-Button

Caught in the fabric under the machine, two hands must shake as every fibers pulled

What being in college has taught me (so far)

Making friends in college was easier than I thought

Lovers And Other Pitiful Sights

Prose-poetry on the dread of being surrounded by lovebirds

Pagi Yang Mendung

Terlihat dari jendela, awan tebal menambal langit, dan cahaya pagi tertahan di baliknya.

Fall rests, the pecans whisper

Fall has arrived in Arkansas, but like hosts to a wealthy traveler who spends her first day resting after her long trip,  we know of her…

Doing Less Than Something More

A poem

Chiki Terakhir

saat sereal tak manis lagi

MANCHESTER

“Manchester is in the south of the north of England. Its spirit has a contrariness in it — a south and north bound up together — at once…

Macro Mind — Micro Mind

Every little life raises a voice

Myself in Pantomime

a prose poem, aka rather prosy as a poem and too overly image-ridden to be narrative

Grandma

Prose poetry

IN MEMORIAM SAM

But by seeing it all bottled down & battened up