A #prosepoem for you today - #Medium friend link!
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Keep Choosing
a prose poem
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November 8, 2025 at 3:18 PM
A #prosepoem for you today - #Medium friend link!
#poet #poets #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsociety #poetrylovers #poetryofbsky #poetryisnotdead #poetrylover #poetess #poetsofbsky
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4/10
Years later. Return trip.
Friends searching for “authentic,”
iced coffees held like passports.
The guide didn’t show.
The manager took the mic.
The group gathered around his voice
the way the playground once had.
#ProsePoem @pshares.bsky.social
Years later. Return trip.
Friends searching for “authentic,”
iced coffees held like passports.
The guide didn’t show.
The manager took the mic.
The group gathered around his voice
the way the playground once had.
#ProsePoem @pshares.bsky.social
November 6, 2025 at 5:29 PM
4/10
Years later. Return trip.
Friends searching for “authentic,”
iced coffees held like passports.
The guide didn’t show.
The manager took the mic.
The group gathered around his voice
the way the playground once had.
#ProsePoem @pshares.bsky.social
Years later. Return trip.
Friends searching for “authentic,”
iced coffees held like passports.
The guide didn’t show.
The manager took the mic.
The group gathered around his voice
the way the playground once had.
#ProsePoem @pshares.bsky.social
October 29, 2025 at 3:32 PM
#vss #vsshorror #prosepoem #cryptspawn
#HorrorInSix ..
cryptspawned monstrosities shamble through cowering estate
#HorrorInSix ..
cryptspawned monstrosities shamble through cowering estate
October 29, 2025 at 11:42 AM
#vss #vsshorror #prosepoem #cryptspawn
#HorrorInSix ..
cryptspawned monstrosities shamble through cowering estate
#HorrorInSix ..
cryptspawned monstrosities shamble through cowering estate
under earth in darkness lurking, evil ready to emerge in surging chaos. so we bring a girl in yearly, sacrifice to show we're serving. problem is it's hard to find a virgin for our surgeon's knife
~
[for some reason i also wrote a vss for the
#haikuhorrorprompt #virgin]
#vsshorror #prosepoem
~
[for some reason i also wrote a vss for the
#haikuhorrorprompt #virgin]
#vsshorror #prosepoem
October 27, 2025 at 1:05 PM
under earth in darkness lurking, evil ready to emerge in surging chaos. so we bring a girl in yearly, sacrifice to show we're serving. problem is it's hard to find a virgin for our surgeon's knife
~
[for some reason i also wrote a vss for the
#haikuhorrorprompt #virgin]
#vsshorror #prosepoem
~
[for some reason i also wrote a vss for the
#haikuhorrorprompt #virgin]
#vsshorror #prosepoem
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October 19, 2025 at 4:25 AM
We're so back.
Check out my latest depiction of my Muses for free, an inherently spiritual, loving and Divine rendition.
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🏷️ #witchsky #booksky #prosepoem #art
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Check out my latest depiction of my Muses for free, an inherently spiritual, loving and Divine rendition.
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"July writing, No. 17" by Abigail Donovan: www.poetose.com/pub/july-wri...
An artist and founding member of art collective the 181, Abby Donovan is faculty in the Department of Art and Design at the University of Delaware.
#poem #prosepoem #prosepoetry
An artist and founding member of art collective the 181, Abby Donovan is faculty in the Department of Art and Design at the University of Delaware.
#poem #prosepoem #prosepoetry
July writing, No. 17
by Abigail Donovan
www.poetose.com
October 12, 2025 at 1:52 AM
"July writing, No. 17" by Abigail Donovan: www.poetose.com/pub/july-wri...
An artist and founding member of art collective the 181, Abby Donovan is faculty in the Department of Art and Design at the University of Delaware.
#poem #prosepoem #prosepoetry
An artist and founding member of art collective the 181, Abby Donovan is faculty in the Department of Art and Design at the University of Delaware.
#poem #prosepoem #prosepoetry
"[Poetry] should wait on the landing for two years for all its mates to come home then go outside and find them all dead. When the electricity fails it should wear dark glasses and pretend to be blind... It should pay no attention to its real name."
from 'Prosepoem towards a definition of itself'
from 'Prosepoem towards a definition of itself'
September 30, 2025 at 4:42 PM
"[Poetry] should wait on the landing for two years for all its mates to come home then go outside and find them all dead. When the electricity fails it should wear dark glasses and pretend to be blind... It should pay no attention to its real name."
from 'Prosepoem towards a definition of itself'
from 'Prosepoem towards a definition of itself'
The out-of-season hat holds the color of the sky.
From behind, it feels as though she walks among the clouds.
The wide brim stirs the heart,
each light step carrying her forward,
toward the quiet rhythm of dreams.
#poetry #prosepoem
From behind, it feels as though she walks among the clouds.
The wide brim stirs the heart,
each light step carrying her forward,
toward the quiet rhythm of dreams.
#poetry #prosepoem
September 28, 2025 at 10:24 AM
The out-of-season hat holds the color of the sky.
From behind, it feels as though she walks among the clouds.
The wide brim stirs the heart,
each light step carrying her forward,
toward the quiet rhythm of dreams.
#poetry #prosepoem
From behind, it feels as though she walks among the clouds.
The wide brim stirs the heart,
each light step carrying her forward,
toward the quiet rhythm of dreams.
#poetry #prosepoem
The nostalgic sunlight dazzles, and I narrow my eyes.
Yet my gaze stretches toward the distant horizon.
Nothing remarkable stirs in this quiet hour.
Still, I cling to a fragile hope,
and hold this day close to my heart.
#poetry #prosepoem
Yet my gaze stretches toward the distant horizon.
Nothing remarkable stirs in this quiet hour.
Still, I cling to a fragile hope,
and hold this day close to my heart.
#poetry #prosepoem
September 25, 2025 at 1:22 AM
The nostalgic sunlight dazzles, and I narrow my eyes.
Yet my gaze stretches toward the distant horizon.
Nothing remarkable stirs in this quiet hour.
Still, I cling to a fragile hope,
and hold this day close to my heart.
#poetry #prosepoem
Yet my gaze stretches toward the distant horizon.
Nothing remarkable stirs in this quiet hour.
Still, I cling to a fragile hope,
and hold this day close to my heart.
#poetry #prosepoem