prose poetry — POETRY

Bambi (The Birth of Venus)

Imagine you’re barefoot, and the floor is covered in CDs in their cases that you’ve collected ever since your heart broke last. Bossanova, Pink Robots, the Bridget Jones soundtrack;

Sofie DrewKai ReyesJanuary 28, 2025poetry, prose poetry, destination

Quarter Past 4

The clock on the wall is broken. It chokes backwards, its voice cracking. He sits in the armchair. I don’t know where I am.

Zebulun O'ReganGuest UserMarch 14, 2020prose poetry, time, family, poem, poetry

Deep Throat

This poem is about how I learnt to swallow. How I forced my throat to break the confines of science. How I raised my tired middle finger to biology and morphed into a hybrid of myself.