Every day carry,
a breathing pocket meadow;
still wet from yester.
Zack is a writer from Arizona and founder of Braced Publishing. His interests vary from fiction to philosophy, but after winning a series of short story contests, horror has become his home.
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That's a different kind of every day carry, alright! Did that for about a week and then decided it was pointless lol.
Fabulous!!!
More stories from Zack Graham and writers in Poets and other communities.
Bow cutting the wave too near her breaching tail - oh! Lifeboats nod adrift.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Poets
They urge me, “say it with more feeling!” As if it isn’t my very feelings that are the culprit for this stoic numbness As if it isn’t my very feelings that I’m drowning in
By Mikayla Rose7 days ago in Poets
❤️The Mantra of Peace❤️ Let it go the vexation. breath in deeply love, light, love. breathe out slowly physical pain,
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONSabout 24 hours ago in Poets
The diary is a Pandora's box of secrets The fountain of fortune is muted in the pouring rain. The wind creaks the metal sign like twisted bones.
By Tom Baker7 days ago in Horror
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That's a different kind of every day carry, alright! Did that for about a week and then decided it was pointless lol.
Fabulous!!!