Prose

This is what I see, what I feel, what my moments tell me: just pale remains. I am from here, from this land...

The hearts of birds are so ancient and hidden, that I can't see them clearly. Sometimes I open my magic box...

I remember the white cheesecloth of my grandmother by which she was making cheese from milk. In fact, I...

Every single waking moment that we're alive on this planet someone, somewhere whether at home, local or...

Unrecognizable.
Once here.
Change.
Massive
change.
What was,
gone...

John Prophet is a contemporary American poet based in Boston, known for his minimalist, fragmented style...

For I sit here and ache with the angels, as darkness brings the winter,
Breath visible to the black...

Pretty fall day
Bright sunshine and the air is just right
Good to be out and about...

Into the void of Vantablack I'm craving,
For I'm ready to travel, my deepest darkest raven,
...

I breathe deep on the eather
The sky smiles at me with diamond teeth
As I recline my feet to...

There's something about this doorway that's making me miss home,
I'm laying here shivering, slave to...

today I woke up
with a strange feeling
of freedom
covering my skin
an emotion...

Fleeting are the moments
We can wrap good times around
Lost in emotions from the past
...

Once scenic dreams now swing like silk and flesh from the naked trees.

Your scabbed lips and needle...

In unending ways we still gather
Still make the attempt to unite
The things that divide us...

Experimental poetry with A.I. interpretation.

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Love pouring out like thick golden sun
The gleam of bronze hair under a blue sky
Laughter...