in the dark of night the world is still. outside, the only sign of life is the glow of the streetlights. inside, layers of curtain block it out entirely. the window is open (just barely) but it's enough. the netting whispers to the heavy block-out curtain. they tell dark-time secrets, venting the day's events. (they… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: whisper + vice
whispered it like a reverence; resonance. response to Sometimes Stellar Six Word Story Challenge.
the forest talks. for a while she wonders what it would say. so she visits, stays a while. sets up a tent. when she wanders the greenery she hears her footsteps. they echo so quietly on soft ground. (is she really here, they whisper) when she plucks berries from the vine she hears the tiniest… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 25 (whisper)