TRIBUTE TO A PAUPER (A MAN OF LITTLE WORTH) I come to your grave, O man of little worth, to pay salute to you who lies underneath this sepulchre. Behold I, who has come—wetting your grave with tears—to speak to you. O man of little worth, who in his own days could barely afford decent…
Welcome to October! As usual, many creative writing opportunities are online, including contests for flash fiction, poetry, short stories, and others. Some may have restrictions, but the ones listed here are open to all writers and are free to enter. Make sure to read the guidelines for each opportunity carefully, and remember to bookmark this…
empty glass on picnic table Look at that empty glass 100% full of air; & 100% full of light also in there. That’s two hundred percent at once simultaneously occupying the same space in perfect harmony. Look at that empty glass in which space of totality seems so central to the glass but basks…
Pale Hours He stared at the fake fireplace, which was struggling to pass off electric heat for the real thing. Silence filled the hall. In his contemplation, he had turned his back on the whole world. Maintaining the charade of the wise man in deep thought, he could still sense quite clearly the tense anticipation…
Never Allowed to Be Young A pail of water to fetch for Mama Before she collapses for good Then a basket of bread To sell before the sun sets. A ragged Raggedy Ann doll Gathers dust in the corner of the hut While a TV across the ocean Portrays two preteens bickering loudly….