Today’s prompt is – “In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today,
I’ve stopped counting days since dad passed away. It doesn’t matter anymore because I know no matter what I will always miss him – like
Have you seen the delightful creatures Cocking their head to the side like a little child watching their beady eyes blinking in awe before they
I lost my uncle on 28th of September to COVID-19 within three weeks of my grandma’s passing.
When I lost my grandma on September 9th, I thought I still had him.
If I don’t watch out, I’ll slip
Slide down the rabbit hole
And not find my way up
So, I hold on desperately
To a branch I’ve known
Smooth is its bark
Sturdy, easiest to hold
so I think
My poem ‘The Invisible Men’ has been published on Silver Birch Press as a part of their ‘Prime Movers’ Series. This poem is in honor