12 votes   57 readings 5 min
Smoke rose from the fire and curled into the starry sky as the town's youth gallivanted on the outskirts of the forest. The flame swayed along with the dancers that circled it, and the crackles kept [+]

2 votes   42 readings 1 min
What a blunderYour biggest mistake.The simple thought of escapePlaced you in a prison without barsAnd without a forgiving atmosphere.Whispers and murmursCrunching and creaking [+]

3 votes   215 readings 5 min
We were sitting in the back of my brother Mac’s pick-up. He had a camper top, so in a circus way, it was homey. You couldn’t stand all the way up, but there were two lawn chairs and he’d built [+]

0 vote   22 readings 3 min
It’s 3 am. My son is up for the second time for a bottle and diaper change. I’m exhausted, but it’s my night. My husband lies next to me, snoring obliviously. Tomorrow will be his night.I [+]

0 vote   36 readings 1 min

Spring Time in Our Land

Rita Mazziol Marshall, ago

The long cold winter is finally over As Spring peaks its head through the horizon Daffodils, Tulips, Forsythia blanket the cover As the earth becomes warm & unfrozen All around us [+]

4 votes   96 readings 1 min

Give Me Relief

Isatou Singhateh, ago

The vigorous sound of nature stole my heart, As I strolled quietly through the woods, A fox as cunning as they come, Looked at me with dread then roamed off without prompting, The [+]

0 vote   19 readings 1 min

The Wind

Grace Hegarty, ago

It blows through your hair,
Without a care.
It rattles your house,
And it ruffles your
It moves the trees,
With great ease.
You can’t see it,
But it’s there.
The wind.

0 vote   26 readings 3 min

The Garden of the Earth

Aidan Hearn, ago

The gates were opened so many years ago To the Garden of the Earth. The lock was broken and the gates flew open The sun walked into the garden for the first time. He drew a square [+]

0 vote   30 readings 1 min

The Glory of Trees

Vivian Sutton, ago

The trees are losing their many leaves, Likened to wearing a dress without sleeves. The branches are started to lower their arms; They are losing a bit of their everyday charm. Soon [+]

4 votes   83 readings 1 min


Keira Wilkerson, ago

I stand alone in this park But life wasn’t always like this As a young tree I was surrounded by a forest of trees, Most of them older and wiser than I I watched as wild animals [+]