#Submissions for our Green issue are open through 8 April 2026. Doooo it 💚 #flashfiction #microfiction #prosepoetry #shortfiction #creativenonfiction #visualart

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A NEW NOTHING

Monday opens its mouth; a toothless tunnel into another week, bordered by spurious, manufactured trifles.

Unaware they're traveling, travelers ...
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WHEN SPRITE WORDS FLOW WHEN SPRITE WORDS FLOW When sprite words flow, I am no longer merely mortal, not even human. I’m everything at once: hard-boiled investiga...

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WHEN SPRITE WORDS FLOW

When sprite words flow, I am no longer merely mortal, not even human. I’m everything at once: hard-boiled investigator, femme fatale, dystopian mother, jazz age waterman, steampunk gunslinger, valkyrie ...
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BLACKENED WORDS

Friday sears through Gabriel like a wildfire...

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the musk By C. Oulens like manjar in full bloom fills me yes, like that— just like that—

#PoemsAbout #InBloom
For
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

Thank you for reading 🙏🙏

Note: manjar (Hindi): refers to a mango tree blossom

#Oulens #BlueskyPoetry #micropoetry #prosepoetry #poetry
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Love is a powerful emotion—a potion unlocked when the brain releases a chemical much like a drug. It is only meant to get your attention. That’s how you notice that one in a crowd.
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For Nikki — Lost in prose poetry

Still missing you, my lovely ...
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A big thank you to the #writers and #artists sending work for the #Green issue our way! #Submissions open through the 8th of April 💚 #flashfiction #microfiction #CNF #prosepoetry #visualart #shortfiction

Thank you @elsewheremag.bsky.social , the prose poetry magazine, for publishing this piece about my father. And thank you for reading it! #poetry #grief #literaryjournal #prosepoetry.

brushstrokes for overcast By C. Oulens in the abyssal recess a rock a rose a rosary melt as one my pen takes flame plashing lux in flux on an #overcast caving in…

#PoemsAbout #Melt
For
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

& #vss365 : #overcast

This took longer than I’d expected. Will get back to others’ works later in the evening. Thank you for reading 🙏🙏

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Yellow plus blue. A land, a lime. Envy. Inexperience. A movement, warning and light. GREEN is the prompt for Issue 10, and #submissions are open through 8 April. #microfiction #flashfiction #shortfiction #prosepoetry #CNF #visualart

Fled

March 2026

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#reality
#anxiety
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#Submissions for Issue 10 open soon! Here's a hint. #flashfiction #microfiction #prosepoetry #creativenonfiction #visualart #sometimeswehowl

Adebola in Prison by Solape AdeyemiIt is a sad thing, really—a young man leaving the shores of Nigeria with hope in his pocket and plans in his head, believing life could be bigger, kinder, fairer somewhere else.Now lo...

A new prose poem about immigration by Solape Adeyemi is now out on out site. Check it out!

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Interim Scarecrow

March 2026

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» The Martello: Now Seeking Submissions

The Martello is a Dublin-based literary journal accepting prose, poetry, art & photography. ⭐

DEADLINE: March 16th.
#poetry #prosepoetry #art #photography #writers #artists #photographers

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between sinners, taking note By C. Oulens when I told Poem, this week’s Being Watched, she took fright—went hidin’ below some rock. i combed the sea for her, croonin’ my fav’rite Nina Simone—i called out: what’s the use crawling ‘neath that which refuses to hide your sin? i tried to convince her, the page has weight. i even reminded the silly dame—between the two face to face—the paper wins straight. yea, i tried to lure her further with somethin’ shallow and lame: you have the sentience to wrap the rock’s unrelenting shame. she snapped back: sinsister, I’m hiding well my journal of your guilt. but don’t take refuge b’hind my name.

#PoemsAbout #BeingWatched

Coincidentally, haven’t been able to write for quite a while…but here’s a little piece.
Thank you for reading 🙏🙏

For
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#Oulens #BlueskyPoetry #micropoetry #prosepoetry #poetry
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It's almost time again. Not for sneezing or lamenting the state of the world, but for the Issue 10 call for #submissions. Stay tuned... #flashfiction #microfiction #prosepoetry #creativenonfiction #visualart #thewoolfx

I have a secret
kept in a heart locket.

The stars know —
sometimes I can hear them sing.

#micropoetry #prosepoetry

I entered my Villain Era today with a double dose of slightly petty villainy. Thanks @villaineralit.bsky.social. #Villainess #PettyOrNot #Maleficient #VillainEraLit #Poetry #Prose #ProsePoetry

It took me a while,
because first I had to learn.
To understand.
I had to discover who I am.
I didn’t run out of time—
I ran out of road.
So I forged my own
and walked it, carrying my own dawn.

#prosepoetry

✧Never Again Silenced✧

Clarity, understanding,
a voice that can never again be silenced.
I rise, your kingdoms unmasked;
in time, they fade away.

© Eirene Evripidou
#prosepoetry #micropoetry

Impossible quest.
We part minds in silence.
Ghostly our ache.

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A photo of a hand holding a match to a candle to light it. The candle is white and twisted, and the flame of the candle and of the match lean toward each other. Smoke curls in the air. A caption over the photo reads "The lawyer said not to apologize, even if you mean it." Image by Multimedios Del Sureste from Pixabay.

Chris Mesch’s poetic diptych, “A Diptych on Sincerity Being Buried Alive,” uses its very language to confront and refuse the script of capitalism. Read it here: 2505magazine.weebly.com/issue-1-loud...

#poetry #poem #prosepoetry #prosepoem #2505mag #resist

Let's be what we are. Safer that way.
Colder, too. But who wants to burn?

I'll stay with the wolves.
They bite with honesty.

We sit and we bleed.

A page you'll never see.

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#prosepoem #poem #poetry

A black & white dog sleeping next to a book opened to p. 13, piece number XIII of There Is News Along The Ohio River. It reads: XIII. There is news along the Ohio River: he comes to visit and asks about her anger, how it's doing, like her shadow's learned to breathe. She tells him it's still there but maybe not quite as bad with some distance, wonders if he has any idea how dificult it was to keep him alive. She shows him the Big Four, buys them cappuccinos from a shop that hosts Dungeons & Dragons tournaments. She used to be the master sometimes, she confesses, but not on the real game, on the version she and her elder sibling played out in the yard when their mama was at work and they looked after each other on sick days, teacher work days, most of summer. She has never recovered from that period, not really, and the old anger mixed with the new has driven her to drink, walk, weep, on repeat like some tragic Victorian protagonist not yet sure she can untangle it all. He misses her more when he's packing his things. She shimmies and sings to seventies rock in the kitchen where the dogs join in with their dinosaurs and the pot's about to boil over. She sends her husband postcards, still trying to add brightness to his fractured days. She does not tell him about the divers who go deep into the river or how they recently found tennis shoes tied to a cinder-block a few feet off shore.

XIII. from There Is News Along The Ohio River next to a sleeping Bruce (aka Bubba). Avail now from @riverriverbooks.bsky.social #cnf #flashnonfiction #flashfiction #prosepoetry #indie

A digital image with a dark charcoal background and white serif text. At the top left is the date 'February 08, 2026'. Below it, the title 'FULL STOP' appears in all-caps, followed by a short horizontal line. The main body text reads: There was something dangerous in his pale, ironic smile. She did not see it. All the ellipses and misplaced apostrophes, the cacophony beneath each poem. She did not hear it. Now, it's too late, or too soon, all in-betweens forever gone. Poetry turned to prose, then to silence. But who cares? Seriously, who cares? She doesn't. Not anymore. The dead have no qualms. Full stop. Labels: Prose Poems by Cameron Elias

FULL STOP
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His words were a memory I'd never held before,
a celebration of something I'd never felt,
that pride of self when #overjoyed.
Fear made lies to fend me off this honesty,
and yet, he remained.
I remained.
Until truth would never be hidden again.

#emoetry
#musings
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