Category: Prose
Michelle Augello… Dark poet erotic writer..
Michelle Augello, writes creative fiction, erotica and is also an editor for Siren. For those of you that want to publish edgier work go have a look at what Siren does. Her blog is here https://michelleaugellopage.wordpress.com/ Michelle has some works available …
Flowers and Beasts
On the Inside There is a forest in my heart Which beats with a life full of wild beasts. The ventricles thud and thump, releasing the roar of their blood through my body. I’m charged, helpless. Thoughts, steps, actions all …
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves that have freshly fallen, under the browned, softer ones and under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, lies my soul. Chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish …
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
Connection
Connection It’s an alchemy. It happens without intent. And quite frankly, It can’t leave through intent either. What is it in us that reaches out and wraps around the soul of another? I’m not sure. But what I do know …
The Four Chambers of The Heart Part 2.
I’ve found that most people hang on tight to their third serious relationship. The first can be wrong for so many understandable reasons. Too young, thought you should, everyone else was. The second fails and you start to wonder if …
My Catherine Winther fix
Catherine Winther is a deeply gifted poetess and writer. I love the humanistic insight and the darker, mythic underbelly of her work. You can find her on Facebook, WordPress and Blogger.
My secret passengers
It’s the too long silences which give me away. Inside the beasts jostle shoulder to shoulder to gaze through my eyes. Inadvertently they scratch and claw at my ribs, hold onto the arched bone as they lean forward. I raise …
Flowers & Beasts
On the Inside There is a forest in my heart Which beats with a life full of wild beasts. The ventricles thud and thump, releasing the roar of their blood through my body. I’m charged, helpless. Thoughts, steps, actions all stutter, …
After all this time
I don’t need to be with you to love you. It just complicated things, that wash of everyday life. For some it is the place that adds richness But for us it wasn’t. We never really rubbed well in that …
The Four Chambers of The Heart ~ Part 1.
I fell from a hole in my heart And you caught me. A wounded woman, perhaps even broken. You were right where I needed you to be, Under the sky as I came plummeting down. You pulled me so …