Our soles glide on the
Flesh of the planet, crushing
All the life underneath
How does it work?
🫶🏾💯👍
More stories from Jada Ferguson and writers in Poets and other communities.
Who needs water when Earth, Wind, and Fire is on stage They hydrate the soul
By Jada Ferguson3 years ago in Poets
There were breakthrough lights in the greyness of the clouds. Look around; there is no one on the green tennis of the field
By Caitlin Charlton6 days ago in Poets
I Am Telling You Directly About the Self. ⚖️ I am speaking to you about the fact of your own mind, not the idea of it but the actual thing operating inside you right now,
By Tim Carmichael6 days ago in Poets
898 Myriad Circle Unit #2 Pteetneet City 08647 “They aren’t numbered, which one is unit 2?” “Well, my dear Bird, I assume it must be that one in the middle,” said Cosmo.
By Amos Glade3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
🫶🏾💯👍