fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.

Anus Horribilis: Tragedy Domestica
Anus horribilus If you don't wipe Not too hard tho Or the paper turns Well.. what? - brown plus red: Terra cotta Toilet Rosetta stone-like Parchment, Or scroll Of problematic bowels - Someone said annual I heard anal - Someone said therapist I screamed Sex offender
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Poets
Where You Once Were
Where You Once Were Your absence has a sound to it, a hollow echo through the day, it lingers in the things we touched, and will not simply fade away.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
Thursday "22 October", 2009........ (please note currently 2026 is NOW) .......... 9:22 A.M. - I Can Cook, I Assure You, I Can Cook !!!
So I was browsing the internet, you know the usual thing !? Can you believe I have a "DIAMOND" ring !? It was placed in the cup, no the spoon - no the rose NOO the ........
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
You Eat With the Devil and Sleep With an Angel
You Eat With the Devil and Sleep With an Angel The candle wept upon the sill, its sorrow thin and pale, A trembling light that dared not speak, yet told a deeper tale.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
infinity
the seasons all change and the flowers will fade the morning arises and slowly goes away everything comes and goes in beautiful waves
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 days ago in Poets
The Art of Selective Caring
Choosing to let go doesn't mean you're "over it"; it means you finally understand that there are more worthwhile people and things in life to care about.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 days ago in Poets
Two Grumpy Old Women Looking For Two Old Men
Two Grumpy Old Women Looking For Two Old Men Two grumpy old women sit, side by side, With folded arms, and stubborn pride,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
I Should Not Have Looked
I Should Not Have Looked There is something wrong in this house, Not loud, not clear, Just wrong enough, That you notice it when you’re alone.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
I SAT ALONE ON THE HOLIDAY
written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli & my little Sweetie Bird, punk rocker Even with all the horror in the world, Sweetie Bird has entered her full punk rock era, mohawk up, attitude sharp, tiny heart wide open.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 days ago in Poets
Under the Stairs It Waits
Under the Stairs It Waits There is a space beneath the stairs, Where light forgets to stay, Where dust hangs thick like something living,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Last Key
The Locksmith’s Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
He Keeps The Keys
He Keeps The Keys He stood outside too long, Not knocking, just listening, Like the door had a pulse, Like it knew him.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets