Pamela Williams

Joined September 2021

51 stories

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“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”

— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)

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Breath in Wood
Mahogany harp, Your breath melts pure icicles, Warm sighs between notes.
By Pamela Williams30 days ago in Poets
Oracle
Storm shadows retreat, a prophet moon emerges, promise from above.
By Pamela Williamsabout a month ago in Poets
The Immortal Potato. Top Story - January 2026.
The immortality pill promised eternal power, but a century later, VP's words are sparks of nonsense: "Freedom is a chair with no legs!"
By Pamela Williamsabout a month ago in Fiction
Glow
Dead of nighttime chill— sunrise streaking hallowed heat, ghostly glows the dawn.
By Pamela Williamsabout a month ago in Poets
Warmth
My muse is a flame, veiled in winter’s glacial breath, an intimate warmth.
By Pamela Williamsabout a month ago in Poets
A Promise in Oil
Forty winters held— still the brushstroke’s truth remains, hushed warmth in the Glades.
By Pamela Williamsabout a month ago in Poets
Dawn
Winter grief freezes, heavenly light warms still air, ice drips into dawn.
By Pamela Williams2 months ago in Poets
Cinnabar Flame
In a tree’s hollow, a cinnabar candle swirls in a melt pool, its flame a hidden heart, red as beginnings disguised as ends.
By Pamela Williams2 months ago in Poets
Black Cat
For the wild watcher, sentinel of in-between— Heaven holds a place
By Pamela Williams4 months ago in Poets
Borders
Fleeing cold borders— from claws of gripping steel to claws of gripping steel.
By Pamela Williams4 months ago in Poets
Logarithmic Drift . Honorable Mention in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
The moonlight drifts in logarithmic thought through blooming shores of blue Forget-Me-Nots —a skeleton adrift upon a yacht
By Pamela Williams4 months ago in Poets
People of the Mist. Honorable Mention in Haunted Echoes Challenge.
Ash on autumn ridge— ghost owl glides in stealth through mist, crying you...you...you
By Pamela Williams4 months ago in Poets