On a velvet couch
My willowy thoughts were ghosts
The notes spilled blue ink
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
The clouds can invent Blue for the hot midday sun Navy for the night
By K L3 years ago in Poets
Link to the Challenge: I found it on a sign in a rough part of the city (actually not too rough), with a broken QR code
By Kendall Defoe 5 days ago in Poets
what rushes in time unconditionally falls yellow maple leaves
By Gerry Thibeault5 days ago in Poets
Two and a half centuries ago, The muck of the Iwandapowa swamp parted. A great eye socket emerged, and blinked the cake of the terrain away.
By Noah Husband4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)