The Picnic
It was hot, unbearably so. Thirteen, stick thin, on the cusp of puberty, standing at...
This is original content written by Courtney Jester. It includes both poetry and prose.
It was hot, unbearably so. Thirteen, stick thin, on the cusp of puberty, standing at...
Do you remember when sms was new? Here is some poetry written in sms.
On cool summer mornings riding on a gentle breeze, a thick dark smell from far...
Bulging biceps, glistening sweat Battle ready, primed and set Thick dark jungle, thick wet heat...
The ship loomed overhead reaching the sky, ropes the size of a large man’s legs...
A visualisation I return to the house of my ancestors. The front door of the stone...
The Prince awoke, as if from sleep To find the world was gone With nothing...
Lovingly, the languid sea Licks its limpid shore Righteously the raging sea Rocks its rigid...
A dialogue Chorus She has no reason to be sad And every reason to be...