Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Feather Tendril of gravity where air meets bone Forcefield spins thermal of light Muscular sparkle– Darkmatter come to blood For links to poetry prompts, or if you missed out on what I’m doing for National Poetry Month, check out...
Eye Contact I don’t always make eye contact with people. Not because I’m intimidated or lack confidence, but when I peer into their eyes I’m going to see all the scars and open wounds they try to hide. I’ll see...
Itching I am well practiced at letting lesser things slip from the tip of my lips. Call it bullheadedness. Call it incapable of forgiveness. But know that when provoked I’ll grasp and grab at words to ensure your reserve is...
Thank you for stopping by. This poem can now be found in my poetry collection “Origami Stars and Hot Air Moon” published by Winter Goose Publishing. Origami Stars and Hot Air Moon COPYRIGHT © 2020 by Mandie Hines...
Last Breath The elephant stands planted on tree trunk legs, patient. She waits, still, except for sweeping lashes and running tears. The gray mound on the ground nearby — breaths like afterthoughts– returns to the earth that cradles him....
