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MARITIME ADVISORY: An iceberg has been spotted. Coordinates have been verified. Our ship has been struck. HAZARD DESCRIPTION:
By E.K. Daniels5 days ago in Poets
“The Earthworms eat gravity in months that end in ‘Y’, Em.” “Yep, and they eat the apples because that’s where we found the Truth...
By E.K. Daniels10 days ago in Fiction
WINTER IS COMING The weather is cold, and you have exhausted all available body heat. The seasons have shifted, and you need to adapt.
By E.K. Daniels17 days ago in Fiction
My date lit up and smoked her fag. She went to powder her nose, Oh, democracy? She left without her handbag. * I watched her stumble, lipstick staining her rags,
By E.K. Daniels2 months ago in Poets
a handful of warm soil, the last light sliding off a field, my father’s voice as he remembers something he once forgot.
The midnight lift dings, Sings songs of souls forgotten. Fate counts the seconds.
By E.K. Daniels3 months ago in Poets
Where is it we go, When the light leaves from our lips… A last breath or first?
We are the people Witness to democracy, Watching it crumble.
In the dark, I found myself. In the mist, I lost my light In the sun, I thought I saw the truth, In the moon, I found disguise.
By E.K. Daniels4 months ago in Poets
From murk and mired roots that once were drowned, Buds began to burst through muddied water. From darkest night, souls wand’ring, North Star found,
The golden hour casts its hue of flaxen, Stems and buds, primrose, wake from their slumber. Flaming sun bows to the moonlight, waxen.
in the garden, tomatoes have split their skins from growing too fast, red wounds gaping like mouths trying to tell me something
By E.K. Daniels5 months ago in Poets
