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Humbert Tanka

rice paper dress laidso delicately stuck toher elastic skinholed up in motels with acold gas station cola lip colour smeared … More

haiku, Poetry, poetry community, tanka, writing community

You Suck

for him  CANCER, you fucking suck. you’re a worthless piece of dirt who ruins all our lives with your filthy … More

Cancer, death, Poetry, poetry community, prose poetry, writing community

Roadmap

How do you respond when the man you’re falling for asks if you would turn off the life-support machine if … More

flash fiction, micro fiction, short story, writing community

Atlas

I roll over in my sleep, witching hour in full bloom. The glow of my dumpling night lightmakes shadows on … More

poet, Poetry, poetry community, writing community

don’t try to wake me

I pour the Prosecco into the glass of apricot nectar. a fitting tribute to you, my dumpling, my lobster. my … More

depression, grunge, Poetry, poetry community, prose poetry, the smiths, writing community

18/12

comparable to the Illiad, your constant affection was the root cause of my destruction and my tormented esteem the female … More

homer, illiad, misery tourism, poet, Poetry, writing community

Once Bitten

Tokyo is freezing at this time of year. The snow crumbles beneath your feet like broken dreams. I have just … More

flash fiction, japan, short story, story, writer, writing community

Ketchup

one of the first counsellors Isaw told me that he dated apage 3 girl / he got frustratedwith my apparent … More

Poetry, poetry community, prose poetry, writing community

Yoni

“That the child is the supreme aim of woman is a statement having precisely the value of an advertising slogan.” … More

childless woman, feminism, flash fiction, motherhood, short story, Society, writing community

lost in the static // Haibun

dead bodies line the edges of the nineties. mourners threw crystal meth inside the coffin instead of soil. they used … More

haibun, haiku, Poetry, poetry community, writing community

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