Mushrooms By Sylvia Plath Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room...Read More
Writing Prompt I admire my colourful reflection frolicking in the nearby kiddie pool as I sway in the summer breeze. I observe the ground that seemingly shrinks as I’m roughly jerked up into the v...Read More