Prophecies full filled
Do you know what time it is?
Have mercy on us
How does it work?
So true.
More stories from Pamela Walsh-Holte and writers in Poets and other communities.
Cameras, cell phones google earth, CCTV replaced privacy
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Poets
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide flushes by, covering everything in disappearing crystals of warm ocean. I’m running, I think, and the spray clings to my ankles, obscuring my legs from the lens.
By Maura Bernstein4 days ago in Poets
The needles bring flow. My project follows pattern, but my mind runs free.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden6 days ago in Poets
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
So true.