fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Malachite Soul: The Art of Dancing Through Life
If you ask me what stone I am, I will not tell you I am granite. Granite is hard, unchanging, and cold. I am malachite. My soul spills from a deep green forest into the celestial blue of the ocean. I am a stone that breathes, that adapts to light and people, carrying romance and softness, but also an indestructible structure. Like a fish in the sea, I do not trudge through life – I dance. My strength is no longer in banging my head against a wall, but in that elegant movement with which I bypass obstacles. My adaptability is not a weakness; it is my supreme intelligence of survival.
By Magma Starabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Word Desserts
mind is a dessert high calorie words swirling fueling on ice cream
By Tina D. Lopezabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Finding Words
fingertips clank loud words filling computer screen ideas flooding
By Tina D. Lopezabout 23 hours ago in Poets
After Church
Sunday finery grandmothers and gardenias whiskey in their tea
By Tina D. Lopezabout 23 hours ago in Poets
