I am standing on the bridge between chaos and tranquility, between crimson and greenery. I want to drink from that well of blue water, to graze beneath the hearts of rounded mountains. I want to stop and dance with the dandelions, to twirl around their seeds, to grow my own. I want to expel black…
I’ve spent countless days blowing thought bubbles above my head. I decide which thoughts are scribbled on my waiting list: which ones suspend in the stars, which ones hover over the moon, which ones waltz with the waves-- this list is pulsing and alive and none of these thoughts will ever pop unless they are…
Happy Friday! This weekend, I'm planning on seeing a comedic play about the relationship between Edgar Allan Poe and Emily Dickinson, which made me think of doing something like this. Here's a humorous piece that places modern-day labels on famous late poets. Enjoy! Walt Whitman Whitman is known to walk into places barefoot and proclaim…
There is a librarian who organizes fluttering memories. The birds fly in with ebony words smeared on their wings and they always soar with more questions than answers; her thoughts are dust-covered dancers twirling behind crumbling books locked in skyscraper-shelves; she told me to look for your book yesterday and I peeled it open and…
2B or Not 2B's monthly writing contest has been on hiatus for a few months due to a busy summer. However, I'm happy to say that we are now back in business! Submissions are currently open; if you would like to submit any piece of your writing, you may do so here. Every month there will…
It is seven in the morning. The sun barely grazes her fingers across the horizon’s bare back, and she kisses his shoulder as if she is afraid to wake him. Soon, though, he will open his eyes and rumble the lakes and rivers to life; he will start tsunamis; he will open reservoirs. The sun…
Between the crevices in the syntax, the sentence, the subject, punctuation serves as an altar to ideas that cannot be connected by splinters or nails. Exclamation marks that yell also scream out tales. Gentle commas swirl into periods, like silk but even softer and create something that serves the crevices between the icons and…
I pad across cobblestone streets and watch as the sky releases fleets of dark grey and water-color yellow-- Big Ben punctures the clouds. I ask him where I am and he bends his head, exhales a gust of bells and a metallic groan: “A world away from your own.” Something swells in my chest and…
Happy Sunday, everyone! I would like to congratulate Ralph Alley III (AKA Connor) for being March's poetry winner of the 2B or Not 2B website! His writing follows a narrative structure and truly transports the reader to a different world. His poem “Beyond Our Dreams" shows how poetry can easily become a device of story-telling. Every month there…
Happy Wednesday, everyone! I would like to congratulate Alicia Mrachek for being February's poetry winner of the 2B or Not 2B website! Alicia's writing truly is amazing, and her poem “Rubber Pieces of April” shows how raw and honest her writing is. Every month there will be a new winner pertaining to all genres of writing, so keep a look out…
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