New: prose-poetryAll contenthive-129948krhive-196917zzanhive-183959hive-185836hive-180932steemhive-166405hive-150122hive-101145hive-183397hive-144064uncommonlabhive-184714hive-145157krsuccesshive-188619bitcoinhive-193637lifephotographyhive-180301hive-103599hive-193186TrendingNewHotLikerstravelmaster (43)in prose-poetry • 7 years agoProse PoetryOf the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada. Author: Jon Davisthe.wise (47)in prose-poetry • 7 years agoPAPER-THIN | Original by @The.wiseWhite, pale, light, yet shallow. Its thin, flat, then crumbled. Four corners, stretched out wide. Its blanc, yet no light back will follow. Stroking the pen on paper, it pokes a hole. The hole…robertvogt (59)in fiction • 7 years agoCorpse?They say I am stuff of made from the… And you ask why? Smells of chemicals from dead corpse. Always the same place. Five years ago the same place. And I would love a candy bar. Sweet…robertvogt (59)in writing • 7 years agoBukowski Never Did This - Robert VogtBukowski never woke up in the morning and noticed that the little rant he'd scribbled out the previous night had earned him 7 bucks while he was asleep. He never had the opportunity to sit at his…whiteliquor (51)in fiction • 7 years agoNothing ~ Lefty ObradovichNothing. Yeah, that's what it's about, what I like. Nothing. Not one thing. That's what I'm interested in. Nothing. Image by Michael Benzrobertvogt (59)in fiction-trail • 8 years agoSong Service - Robert VogtIt’s seven in the morning. I’m supposed to be at Songshan Church in Taipei teaching a small Sabbath-School group at nine. But I’m sitting in my kitchen hot boxing a cigarette. Mitigating the…
