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RKroseknapp.bsky.social

Exploding Head: Poems by Cynthia Marie Hoffman @perseabooks #poetry#prosepoetry

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PJpeculiarjulia.bsky.social

The Weight of Glass by Ani Eldritch link.medium.com/TH9gU92X2Mb#ProsePoetry

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PJpeculiarjulia.bsky.social

Hatching from the Sleeve by Alex Clark link.medium.com/iIZkr2SfWMb#ProsePoetry

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PJpeculiarjulia.bsky.social

The Quiet Fury of Titans by Ani Eldritch link.medium.com/izbpDc4d0Lb#ProsePoetry#mythology#women

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CMcorinamorera.bsky.social

'Of abysses and dreams'. Prose poetry. "Friend link" to the post on Medium (no paid subscription required): medium.com/@corinamorer...#prosePoetry#poetry#medium#dreams

Of abysses and dreams
Of abysses and dreams

Prose poetry

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DYyheela.bsky.social

"to travel without moving" #prosepoetry

Snow-blind between the galaxies. I bend space-time to be close to you. But my water isn't enough for your desert to flower. They speak to me. With red-colored lips they explain the laws of physics. My lipstick isn't red enough and I don't have bright blue eyes. Mine are as green as the forest I would plant for you. If you'd ever let me plant a forest. I rage. Overflow. You wait patiently. Knowing nothing can defeat the desert. Your indifferent heat burns me. More than that time when I reached into the sun. You know they come with lies and toxic gases. Still, you let them touch you. Your skin is tight over your chest. Gold and copper. They leave greasy imprints all over you. Desert winds and sand scrape you clean. Hurting my cheek. There are no longer any obstacles. Trips take seconds. The air is heavy with the scent. I want to be one of the nomads. Riding through your desert. My water would give me free passage. I know. It's not the water of life. The only truth my water reveals is my
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BBbrookbhagat.bsky.social

Stoked to share that my prose poem for the badass Yulia Navalnaya was published on A Story in 100 Words. #writers#writerslife#authorcommunity#alexinavalny#Russia#poetry#prosepoetry#poetrycommunity#politicalpoems

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