Writing

generational postcards

A Poem by w.d.b

I can recall a momentwhen I knew thatwhat you areand who you wantto be are so far fromone anotheryour hands were grippedaround the railingthat kept pe..

lightning strikes, and strikes again

A Poem by w.d.b

I am doing my bestto stop assuming thingslike when it is mid Decemberand the sky is free of clutterI imagine the sundecided to feel aliveand so I open..

prayer

A Poem by w.d.b

please god, oh pleasegrant me that which I dearly need,a hefty dose of fortitudeso I can fend off my demons during these reoccurring strings of solitu..

Sundays

A Poem by w.d.b

I don't know a lot a lot about god,but I know that on a warm day rain feels like heaven,and I don't know a lot about sin,but I know that I felt someth..

We Prey. We Graze.

A Story by w.d.b

do you remember all those years ago when we tripped on the belief that the night was able to transcend into daylight? now we are staying up late liste..

puddles

A Poem by w.d.b

what I see in blooddepends on the contextthat I am experiencing iton an old carpet in adusty hotel roomflowing through thespaces between the tilesin a..

untitled

A Poem by w.d.b

I think I have discoveredthe reason we could neverbe lovers, the day we missedour train to upstate I sawsomething in the way yourshoulders raised andd..

quaint and sporadic

A Poem by w.d.b

I saw you oncein the shallow lightof a winter morningsilhouetted into thesky like the quarter moonthe plumes of yourbreath were taintedpink against th..

My Valentines

A Poem by James Whitefall

A poem I wrote on Valentines Day.

Absent Explorers

A Poem by M.W. Griffith

Here's another Science Fiction Poem, this one a bit more sinister than my last entry.

the ashes girl

A Poem by Shannon April Alice

let's change this up, you describe it.

Repression

A Poem by Pamela Gold

Repressionshe gazes to her lefther first sight is all skyan angered filled greypatches of blue in its shadowshifting into a seated position outlines o..

You Only Die Once

A Story by James Whitefall

A young man discovers something inside. 1/52 4.18.16

Free As The Bird

A Poem by James Whitefall

Poems are that of metaphor. What does it mean to you?

The Ballerina

A Story by James Whitefall

A Ballerina dances the night away. 2/52 4.23.16

P-51D Mustang

A Story by James Whitefall

This is my first attempt at a 100 word story. The writing prompt was a short story I found on a Wordpress publication. Check out http://www.100wordsto..