The Art of Everything written by: Tahira Y. - Some days, when the sun rises, I remember that the moon has risen... #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction

Buddha
written by: Sachi Muzamba
 
The moss is eating the stone Buddha’s face.
He doesn’t mind.
It’s much easier to be a mountain
than it is to be a god. #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity

Still I Am Here
written by: Sherry Healy and Tad Calwell
 

In one tear is a memory of my entire life
A tide flowing outward away into the sea I am
Soft echoes gently pass over shore
Into the depth of the ocean
Foam wildly
Twirls #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity

Thanks to everyone who voted for spillwords.com/the-next-nud... on #spillwords to make it publication of the month for September! #amWriting #amBeingRead #amPopular #sillyRhymes

And Things Unwound
written by: Jerome Berglund and Christina Chin
 

the pink petals of spring’s first blush
chicory in her coffee
steam curls the cat yawns

clink of one cent in the sunbeam
skulking wasp lifts nightcrawler and #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction

Jilly
written by: Mitchel Montagna
 

In a Jeep with Jilly,
a love tale on the make.
She said, you wanna
cop some weed
I know the road to take.

You see that flight of stairs, she said,
that leans like it might fall.
That’s the #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity

Ritual
written by: Ali Ashhar
 

It’s the month of October and the transition
is up for the day, the chirping birds witness

desolate leaves at the onset of fall season. Beyond
the aloof horizon belies a vibrant ray of hope;

the #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature

Sonata Berlińska Dla Ewy
written by: Konrad Stawiarski
 

I. Allegro – Miasto dźwięków, miasto wspomnień.
W berlińskim deszczu odbija się szyba,
W niej twarz — jak z nut zapomnianych sonat.
Tramwaj jak wiolonczela przyspiesza,
Gra w #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Poetry #Literature #Spillwords

 A Residue
written by: Genesio Zenone
 

There is a special kind of madness that arrives in Montreal every September. It slithers in with the students, the late heat, and the renewed belief that indulgence is forgivable before the leaves #Literature #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry

Descent Into Darkness written by: David C Russell - My short-term memory is of the past couple days. It begins on a Monday... #Poetry #Literature #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction

Not Alone
written by: Insha Naqvi
 

The school hallway smells like rotting oranges. Or antiseptic.
(The janitor says both come from the same tree.
But no one believes him. Or me)

She said I was lonely. Helen said that, the one with #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry

Fall and Memories
written by: Dawn DeBraal
 

Hanging so tightly
Avoiding the breeze
I feel comfortable here
On my branch, but I freeze

My stem tears
And I am aloft
How will I land?
I hope it is soft.

Spinning around, #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Literature #Fiction #Poetry

Her Reputation
Only Lives On In Your Imagination
written by: Lindsay Soberano Wilson
 

Snickers, whispers, rumours
about “her” reputation
(oh, the humiliation!)
that comes of a woman
who wears her sex on her sleeve.
When have we #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction

News Agency
written by: Peter Cowlam
 

Reports of a fracture come I know
as more in those endless variants
from a new schismatic group,
whose island is mid-estuary.

What they map, they say, is the ‘mental
meteorology’, the state #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity

 Butterflies
written by: Edna Aphek
translated by: Robert S. Kissel
 

A thousand butterflies,
They touch, yet barely touch,
They carry around
A floral dust,
Together
And as one.

A thousand little ones,
At children's games, #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity

Art - A History
written by: Sushree Sangita
 

Land of the free,
Home of the brave,
Where the present intersects with HISTORY.
All the amazing monuments,
All those timeless sagas,
Began with a belief—
A subject called history, #Literature #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords #WritingCommunity

Chege's Cow
written by: Steven Earle
 

“We have to help lift Chege’s cow.”

“What?”

“One of Chege’s cows is down, and he needs help to get it back up.”

“Whoa, slow down, David,” I’m shaking my head and frowning, “who is Chege, #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction

The Feast of Hers written by: MQ - When one is no longer alive but didn’t fully corrupt, when that face is stiffened... #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Spillwords

I Wish
written by: Ayushman
 

I wish I spent more time with friends,
I wish those days would never end.
I wish I had more friends to call,
So I won't feel so lonely after all.
I wish I watched more anime shows,
And played more #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords

Outbreak Breakout
written by: Stephen Kingsnorth
 

His route began with pot bound plant,
till terracotta ripped apart,
roots overcoming what held tight,
trapped filament now blooming tap.

But ten years on, Kent student days,
the #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction