Winter’s Gone. Spring is Here. written by: SmithaV @SmithaVishwana4   Gratitude sweeps over me like the morning breeze that blows before the sun’s woken up and the sky is still a cerulean blue, and the moon a powdery white. A crisp, cool, woody scent tickles my nostrils and gently dabs my heavy eyelids awake. I step out for my morning walk, the first in months. The wind rushes to envelop me. It licks my ears and the tip of my […] The post Winter’s Gone. Spring is Here. appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

Stoic written by: Shih-Fang Wang   Though very sick She continues to work Visits her doctors But stops treatment As it was not effective Cancer spreads She will not give up working As long as she has energy Pain attacks her She walks around lopsided She starts to cough Wearing a mask She apologizes and explains Cancer expands to her lungs She insists on going to work She expresses When it is time The hospice awaits For now work is […] The post Stoic appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

Concentrically Radiating from My Core written by: The Barefoot Cajun   hate awakens me pushing it away it returns as a storyteller its sound deafens me with pretense sapping energy it exhausts me demonic in nature attaching its medusa like tendrils to my heart weakened by its ferocity plagued by its innuendos succumbing rage cycled in and out as a monstrous vortex fueled by its spewed fiction an old friend tending to its survival feeding it greenish foul bile giving […] The post Concentrically Radiating from My Core appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

Barter Economy written by: Johannes Springenseiss   Saturday morning. I am on a business trip in a Central American country. Watching TV, I stumble on a talk show. A middle-aged woman is crying that her daughter has recently taken to paying for everything with sex. The text bar shows the phone number for the viewers to call in with suggestions. My heart goes out to the poor mother but – different culture, language problems – what kind of advice could […] The post Barter Economy appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

The Hunter written by: Carlos Valle   In the land of wind and sand Where the burning sun is king Flies the hawk on fierce wings. And like a stone from heaven Falls upon his prey The post The Hunter appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

Who Am I? written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier @FemVietmeier   I precede a fall I hide in the heart and soul Blinding and binding The post Who Am I? appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

A Squirrel’s Front Teeth Never Stop Growing written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard @BarbaraLeonhar4   Mom foraged for meals for nine daily. She hunted for quilt patterns and party dresses for teen girls. She gathered sea shells to glue to our gift baskets. She organized our puzzle pieces by colors and shapes. She sorted socks of all sizes and seasons. She stashed pennies to invest in Dad’s retirement. Our nest was always a crowded mess. One by one, we fell out […] The post A Squirrel’s Front Teeth Never Stop Growing appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

The Dune Tribute written by: Maciej Pająk (Matthew)   the promised planet, sandworms alive, the waves of sand are sliding we fight to death because we want – the treasure – the land is hiding eternal flames, eternal war: Atreides against Harkonnens is Paul the son, a new messiah? – so strong are his opponents the Bene Gesserit created him, some say they’ve got black hearts the weapon voice, the force of mind, seduction, martial arts Muad’Dib will be his […] The post The Dune Tribute appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

Empty Field written by: Magdalena Podobińska @Madzia33   On an empty field I saw a black tree Covered with black leaves When I approached The leaves floated up Straightened their wings And flew away Just like the ravens The post Empty Field appeared first on Spillwords ..read more

This is My Home written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis   I know a place, full of dream and sweetness dripping honey. I dressed the mountains in blue, with agapanthus nemophila and lobelias, which wear silver with the arrival of snow. There are rivers, streams bordered with pennyroyals and freshwater springs, where at night the elves and the goblins are going to bathe. There are fluffy clouds where the birdies golden-beaked In little jumps they are going to date. The […] The post This is My Home appeared first on Spillwords ..read more