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.
stowaway: a petrarchan sonnet
the whirr of the propeller on the nose of my fugitive flight to the mainland shook even my hand, waving to that island. my body: weightless as the plane that rose over the town, and the sea, and the girl, then into the brightness, high over the plains. and my eyes: wide, and full as my thumping veins. and my vow: to return, though not knowing when.
By hannah beckingham5 years ago in Poets
My Dream
Late one night when I was supposed to go to bed, instead of me going to bed, I had watched a scary movie. It was on YouTube. It was very dark, and the rain was coming down hitting against my window wind making howling noise as if our dogs were moaning because they did not want to be outside.
By TYHEEMA MASON5 years ago in Poets
