LaceyDreadth

This is the first in a bunch of stories of moments that have happened in my life. I couldn't write them like a normal non-fiction, because it didn't feel like ...

I went to a poetry seminar for a couple of weeks and this is one of the things that spurred from a prompt we were given. Please feel free to ...

To touch a childhood long forsakenWhere castles held up the longer will the fingernail of God Have to scratch reality aside.A time I want, where smoke held the light in ...

Of fear, of pain we cry,pointing fingers at anything, anyone,except the mirror’s face:the leaders, the half-forgotten dead, the teenager remaining ignorant.The fires, the blood—so much of it—spi

This poem is very raw and it needs help, so feel free to rip it to shreds. Trudging through the desperationof my deep-set rapture, musical steel thread filter through oil ...

Catain touched two fingers to the nose of her large horse, pushing firmly. In response, Mistbreath whinnied softly and the girl allowed herself a smile. The horse wouldn’t move until ...