A curated space for modern poetry and personal writing.
Discover voices, or become one.
Read slowly.
"There is a silence that grows
in the corner of the room,
like dust settling on a shelf
of books never read..."
The leaves do not fall, they surrender. A slow descent into the orange-hued memory of a summer that stayed too long.
Where the lake meets the sky and the ego fades.
A pen is a needle,
the page is the skin,
tracing the map
of the chaos within.
Sarah captures the visceral nature of writing. Her brevity is her strength, carving out space for the reader's own reflection between each stanza.