Stoic and unmovedHolding strong through the many yearsIncremental change
I usually write horror.
How does it work?
This was both beautifully and powerful! Well done!
More stories from Colt Henderson and writers in Poets and other communities.
Rejuvenation Falling to cover the Earth In order to cleanse
By Colt Henderson3 years ago in Poets
It is my anniversary How do I celebrate 365 days of Bipolar 1 Depression? Broken Stalled Despite my hospitalisations I have failed to establish safety, then recovery
By Pauline Fountain4 days ago in Poets
In year 400, I built a pool !? In year 5,000, I built a stove, and a washing machine !? I built it myself - I got all the ingredients and "SAID", I have built it !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Payton5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This was both beautifully and powerful! Well done!