Tag: #ProsePoem

Like a child he blunders through old age. Like a child’s his hurt is unmediated. Like a child he hurts

Some say the first drops could be felt just seconds after the jet broke through the cloud cover. The wind

You could already feel leaves cushion your feet when I was still waxing lyrical about the browns and the reds.

You’re the picture of transparency. You’re what-you-see-is-what-you-get. Tiny moles the only blurs in your see-through skin. Long, wavy hair the

“Half the eyes accompanying the spotlight grew round…. One pair was a mix of both.” It had been raining the

In the hallowed hall lofty words soar and swoop, swoop and soar, forcing plainer ones to the blue and maroon