Ozymandias
In stone, gave his voice to sand.
“Despair” whispers time.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Steve Hanson and writers in Poets and other communities.
In flight, it carries The season’s last dream of blue Against the gray sky
By Steve Hanson3 years ago in Poets
Inspired by the ROCK: If the world smiled Humanity would be the fucking plaque Colonizing every surface The popcorn kernel chipping its teeth
By Sean A.4 days ago in Poets
1000 knots unseen, 100 knots ahead, 40 knots in sight, 20 knots right in front, 11 stung within, 4 take it on the chin,
By Parvathi J5 days ago in Poets
Time is a tape measure, marked and countable but foldable back upon itself. The metal lip latches feebly, retracts with a snap, and nips your thumb.
By Nicky Franklyabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.