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Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone

Author: Thomas W Evans

After The End 0

Poetry

After The End  

Set me down in the ashes After the end of things. When the clocks have accepted their stillness. With cool silences stretching unfettered overhead. We could send our stories elsewhere, Off where they keep...

Tattoo Hat 0

Poetry

Sick

I thought I’d get sick of people Assumed I would eventually just drown in A pool of my own pretention and irritability. But it never came around. It surfaces at times, a jet-black jewel...

Musician 0

Poetry

Busy

Poetry is not stuck to a page, Inert and lifeless; Faded beauty Like a collection of butterflies. Poetry is busy. It is everywhere, Sat on the train when you buy your ticket, Watching the...

Alone Lonely Loneliness 1

Poetry

How Sternly Instilled

To be alone is to have failed somehow. The cold line they look to leave. Those quiet nights with too much shadow; Broad stretches of cloud-troubled sky and Thoughts passing through your head like...

Gorilla in the Park 0

Poetry

Write Like Glen Duncan

Let me write like Glen Duncan. I would top every Christmas list And prayer, Send it seaward in bottles and Skyward on doves If I thought it would make it one iota more likely....

My Vagabond Shoes 0

Poetry

The Castle Field

I have walked here, We have discussed the most important of issues; Girls, parents, teachers. Woods flank me on three sides. Shady-quiet, they give shelter and peace. Sunlight plays on the balding grass, rummaging...

Path in the Mountains 0

Poetry

Too Much Murakami

I’ve fallen down a well, Descending through stretching darkness The mysteries of the universe flashing past me Like road signs, Too fast to read. And I could fall forever, Feel the cool comfort of...

The Catcher in the Rye 0

Poetry

Reason

We read for a reason, Not just to pass the time. Those seconds are offered up. Every chapter a simple ritual renewed. In the small hours those moments return, Leaked out in the thickened...

Common Tongue 0

Poetry

Tongue Tied

We all draw from the same pile, Scoop up our words with practiced ease and Feel them time-smoothed, Ringing with the movement of other tongues. They make such varied shapes; Edging out patterns of...

Wondering 0

Short Stories

Wondering

I wondered for a long while afterwards what he meant. Some nights I will sit up after wrestling out of a dream and I see his drawn, pale face and those dark eyes and...

Desert 0

Poetry

Conjuring

Like a trick of the light, Some well-planned sight of hand; From one angle And then the other. That love has such powers, But with time she works her finest. In her thrall, moments...

Forget To Be Good 0

Poetry

Forget To Be Good  

We forget to be good. The sense of it fading Like a cluttered dream. Those engrained ethics coming loose, To drift off in wispy flocks Like a calm morning of cloud. We grip them...