fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
How to become a better thinker
The brain is an incredibly mysterious and powerful organ that in our day-to-day lives often goes unnoticed. But have you taken a moment to try and understand how you use it and how you can actually improve your thinking skills? It might seem tricky due to it being a complex and context-dependent skill, but with a little patience you can implement some principles that can improve both your professional and personal life.
Shot of Whiskey
I’m not everyone’s cup of tea But that is fine with me I have no one to please As I write with ease Creating fantasy lands
Mother CombsPublished 3 days ago in PoetsLady in Red
See the Lady in Red She’ll fill you with such dread Once you are used You will be abused She can’t love But only shove
Mother CombsPublished 3 days ago in Poetsstill-.it.hurts
figure best -to write - - not e.dit - until - - the bitter conclusion...Indo.ing so I can unpack myfeel.ings,lay it all out on the sc.and decide fromtthere what to do
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWonder What May
I often - - - wonder what-may have been - if decisions, - small and - - had been different. - would have made - difference - - course of my life, - -
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsHow Israel's air-defense system protected it from Iran's drone strike
An intricate network of Israel's missile defense tech faced a serious test of its mettle Saturday night, downing '99 percent' of an aerial assault launched from Iran.
The Hag
In the dim-lit corridors she prowls, Claiming space where shadows dance, A specter in our midst she scowls, With each step,
K. J. NeithercuttPublished 3 days ago in Poetsthe way we love(d)
embrace me harder cozy like a campfire let loose your cork-trapped love interrupt me politely, and slow dance with me for all of
I want to
explore you totally circumnavigate the lengths of your coastlines lose my bearings in your longitudes and latitudes until I become an
You
exhumed my weary heart from a coffin made of dreams, the weak lambent flicker was soon to turn me igneous, yet fate stepped in and
Absentminded! Who Me?
Where’s my phone? I demand. Oh dear! It’s right here… In my hand! I need glasses to see… I even have three! My mind bends a bit!
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published 4 days ago in PoetsIn the Rafters
Up in the rafters, oak beams, quiet, and cobwebs; no spider around, waiting for the right moment? The outside beckons; is that what I’m looking for?
James GreenPublished 4 days ago in Poets