#prose Trending Posts - Proof of Brain

about 9 hours ago

shambling phantom it's not an easy thing, knowing where to delimitate the lives that pass you by from the one you're living. i hear her name in passing, and for several seconds, the syllables…

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5 days ago

Blockchain Poets

A random prose - A Poetic Practice Why do you do this to yourself. The silly test you insist on how to live life to the fullest? The fullest? Life has a way to even things out even in the harshest conditions you…

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5 days ago

Intimacies I've been with a woman twice now. I still remember the way she let my fingers guide up the hem of her dress. The subtle shock caught in my throat when she did not stop me, but…

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3 months ago

Prowler Long legs like crinoline around my hips. I peel her off the parapet. A little later, I'll wash her face with cold water, but mind my

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3 months ago

JImmy Boy He sidles in, rocking in his pocket a careful-wound spool, and a pair of dirty old tweezers he nicked from the nurses when the cops

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7 months ago

DaylightLover He thinks of her, still. The box-dye hair that reeked of crushed aspirin, filled him with equal parts longing and dread. He'd met her when she was unwell, and should have…

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about 2 months ago

Emotions & Feelings

That L Word Breathe in. How long can you hold it before the world around you goes all indigo? Syncopated clackety-clack. Each and every molecule fights for its alcove. Deep in…

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9 months ago

Emotions & Feelings

ghosts that don't know what to do with themselves It feels like I've been talking with you so very long, the neighbors must've gone to sleep by now. And I've given you faces, b

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about 1 year ago

In Nature's Embrace The trail came up to a wide open view of the slough. Tall grasses and reeds as far as the eye could see. The stillness and the silence. The Canada geese in the thicket eating…

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2 months ago

Cinnamon Cup Coffee

Now, and For All Yesterdays I promised to tell a story of a place, or perhaps from a place; thank goodness for the variability of Babelled languages. This weird fish keeps his word, although the truth is…

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