Prose
Yard Work
On a shelf in my shed, there is an old, worn machete. On the handle, you can see my name, etched there in the wood by a much younger hand. Though it has seen plenty of use in its time, it’s fair to say I’ve not wielded that old cutlass much in the past twenty years. Yet, there it is on the shelf. If it serves no other purpose, it serves as a reminder.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
"CREATING LIGHT". Content Warning.
CREATING LIGHT THE DARKNESS OVERWHELMS SOCIETY This is a poem I wrote today about a brief encounter with an old flame of yesteryear. It was a very brief encounter, but I left with PTSD in the subconscious that I had to express by writing about the brief encounter. There are covert narcissists and malignant narcissists. I get irritated and move forward to not give them control now or in the future. I forgive, but I do not forget. I am an empath.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
