Crackle, silence, sound
A familiar feeling
I am transported
Hoping to know myself better through writing.
How does it work?
As a vinyl record collector, I LOVE this.
More stories from Holland Grace and writers in Poets and other communities.
When you open me, I hope you feel all the things You were hoping to
By Holland Grace 3 years ago in Poets
My mother said, after India’s independence in the 1940s, jobs appeared, if someone passed high school, they were invited to hold office.
By Seema Patel7 days ago in Poets
The sky is black wool stretched tight over the world. Stars puncture it — tiny holes, each a broken promise.
By Tina D. Lopez3 days ago in Poets
Before the serpents coiled. Before the cavern was claimed as her dwelling. Before men, trembling beneath crested helms, came with swords raised in fear rather than valor.
By Luna Jordan6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
As a vinyl record collector, I LOVE this.