Rain swells Her Essence -
Gaian grooves to the sea,
lone spring untethered.
Zack is a writer from Arizona and founder of Braced Publishing. His interests vary from fiction to philosophy, but after winning a series of short story contests, horror has become his home.
Follow him on Facebook.
Buy his book here.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Zack Graham and writers in Poets and other communities.
Every day carry, a breathing pocket meadow; still wet from yester.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Poets
sit in the doorway peach trees foretelling their bloom last year’s jam on toast * I wait for the peach trees to bloom. The buds are swelled and fuzzy, a soft pale green.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 days ago in Poets
The petal drifts down Wind carries it to and fro It lands on green grass
By Kenna MacAsmonde4 days ago in Poets
Dear Rafi, You’re very distracting to work around. For the first second I saw you the other day, I thought you were some type of executive. It took a moment to realize no, you were just the new guy, dressed up for the job he wants. Be still, my heart.
By Gabriel Shames4 days ago in Pride
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.