The Killing Moon, in rain, on hold, something for Belarus, and a wick ingnited in capture.
Episdode 24 weighs in with five featured pieces from five brutally talented writers. Led by Echo & The Bunnymen's famous song, these five bring their steel breath and beauty into whichever device you have for them...
Here's the link to the show.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FO84K-eB6zw
And here are the featured pieces.
https://www.theprose.com/post/810836/maine-in-the-rain https://www.theprose.com/post/811862/windowsill
https://www.theprose.com/post/811914/extra-hold https://www.theprose.com/post/811937/a-poem-for-the-burnt-out-belarusian-houses
https://www.theprose.com/post/811905/to-hold-a-candle
And.
As always.
Thank you for being here.
-The Prose. team
A simple hello
I was excited to see you after
such a long absence
and was pleased when
As you passed me,
walking with a friend
you stopped and came back
and I knew,
I knew in the brightness
of your smile
you were excited, too
Tripping on emotions
in the mundane things we
say to catch up
anything could be said in
this time all the while
straining visibly as
hands raised I gave into
temptation and a gentle
kiss turns torrid
with hands on face and lips
burning from a long ago
passion that reignited
from a simple hello
Balancing act
I love coming home to you
Coming home and feeling that
excitement, the build up, and first
site of you as I walk through the door,
just to get home to you
The last kiss, a memory of this
morning, a memory I’ve held on to
all day, to get me through
your smile and that look
when I touch your face
Before our lips meet,
I love that look, that look
of happiness as my hand caresses
your cheek and steadies
my hands as I kiss you
lips, locked in place
sparking hands to roam
through your hair
over your body
as breathing through this kiss
has brought me through
fire, only to pull back
and look at your beautiful
face, and I caress your cheek
and kiss you once more
as I am with you once more
breathing you in,
feeling your presence
calming my soul as
this balancing act ensues
Bathtub - 2:13 a.m.
She wonders if it is her that brings the time of the upheaval, or if it is the time that ushers her into this insanity...
She screams out
in her
scrambled
mind...
"Hello, Universe,
I am here..."
"Do you copy?"
"Hellooooo..."
The Universe responds...
...the Universe responds...
Okay, apparently
the Universe was
brought up
with no manners...
The Universe
doesn't fucking
respond.
"Am I alone?"
she intones,
trying not to wail,
trying, trying,
cuz that is her Life mantra,
apparently...
"La Vida de Struggle"
(That's "A Life of Struggle"
for you unsophisticates).
Yes, well...
"Fucking Universe, Fuck!"
Tears of frustration...
"I fucking existed" says she.
Words Unspoken
She wore a red sweater
and I could see the look in
her eye before she even
made contact with me
The look on her not-so
perfect poker face
lifted into a slight smile
and I knew, I knew before
she said anything
this romance had
run its course and
somewhere…before we got here
it ended for her,
she walked up to me
and gave me a kiss
and when I looked at her
She started crying
tears fell, and I took pity
on her…I told her “I know”
and she just cried
and I held her, feeling
her breath hitch and
then stopping…
”how?”
”I don’t know…
just knew…
but you should tell me
anyway…
tell me what you want…
tell me you want to be free…”
she wiped the tears
from her face
and looked me in the eye
and said the words
said the words I knew
were there but unspoken
and I held her face…
and looked her in the eye
leaning in for a kiss
then said goodbye
Schopenhauer’s blur to the unknown, the ember, and a beguiling eye.
On the show today, we open with a famed and tortured mind, from a certain point of view, and into the depths of two writers here that have written pieces to reach down into our cores and feel the colors of their minds. To quote the character of Doc Holliday in the best western made, from 1993, "That's just my game."
Here's the link to the Prose. Radio feature, and we'll post the writers and pieces in the comments below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwwVVRR1T4Q&t=1s
And.
As always...
Thank you for being here.
-The Prose. team.
How is it possible to feel everything and nothing simultaneously? How can one keep head above water when the current is unstable with riptides? How can nature show natural disasters, thunderstorms and suddenly feel calm within the chaos? And how can someone love the different seasons that nature brings when the absolute worst is shown?
Because when I look at nature…I find it natural and somewhat beautiful with every season, but when I look at myself…I find it not quite like nature. These are the questions that linger in the midst of a season.