A soft mass rests
On top of my legs
It sits still lest,
I move it away
Its fur is soft and warm
It's comfortably curled
As it licks it's soft form
Entering dream world
But still it must go
As...
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By Zunaira Farheen Syeda
Our Mother watches her children grow, run, and play on her body
Until her green, sparkling skin eroded to black
To cope with Mother’s failing health,
They...
"Pneumonia"
Regarding “No Change in Inaction”
Some strange, cold man met me the night of ash—
Uncanny—like distance itself, he was.
Umbrella in hand, a wet wad of cash—
He said “do...
Introduction and Theory (Skip this section to see the nightmares—which are definitely more exciting):
One facet of the human experience I’ve been into for a while is dreams. We’ve recently been...
“No Change in Inaction”
Moral maladies spread far and wide
With nary an end in sight
For the endless onslaught that chases after all which is good.
There is, however, hope in sight
Not by inactivity...
"85 Years is Nothing"
It may be hard to imagine
a world where
knowledge is restricted
and truth is redacted
and kept from eager ears
deserving to know
all that goes on.
It may be hard to imagine
a...
Welcome! This piece is twinned with another I wrote giving more general prose writing advice. This is the creative writing supplement to accompany that. “Rocks” is a few page-long monologue, centering...
