Coursing
Coursing Safi Mbarushimana Gaze in sweet eyes, To turn away from raptor claws clutching, You’re still asleep In knives and forks of grass lay still,
December 16, 2025
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Coursing Safi Mbarushimana Gaze in sweet eyes, To turn away from raptor claws clutching, You’re still asleep In knives and forks of grass lay still,
Stolen Simran Kaur The air was filled with phantoms. I was walking. The night was filled with clouds, snow on the ground. Where am I
Last Christmas as a Child Tia-Roma Williams Christmas is around the corner, you can almost smell it— that mix of cinnamon, pine, and something quietly
The Stain on the Library Floor Kiera Kros The stain on the library floor, It’s been there many years. The stain on the library floor,
The Cartographer’s Lament Khudeeja Begum The sky was a parchment, bruised with twilight’s ink, and he traced its contours with trembling fingers. The cartographer, once
The Playwright Katherine WB He sat. Cup full of coffee. Eyes with a twinkle full of both malice and benevolence. His hands were still dirty
Lonely Isla Davies Blue waves crash against the empty shore, Emptiness stretches for miles, Like all the world had suddenly disappeared. Faint glimmers of stars,
Phoenix Hiba Kazi Just like the feathers of day and night The little bird will fly tonight The feathers drop in the silent night The
Goldfish Fern Kuhl In the sea or in a tank or lying on a riverbank There he was with a bright blue tail A ship
Eva’s Riddle Eva Bobric I may look fluffy, I may look soft, I may look like candy floss. But I really am soggy and wet,