We’re pleased to announce the winner of our inaugural BOSP Writing that Sizzles Competition, Charlotte Elliott. Her poem, “The Value of a...

style style is the answer to everything. a fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. to do a dull thing with style is preferable...

Here at FMF, you will find my latest, uncut creations fresh off the fire-hot grill of my mind. These are poems that were compiled earlier...

Here at FMF, you will find my latest, uncut creations fresh off the fire-hot grill of my mind. These are poems that were written earlier...

https://twitter.com/dark_whisper88/status/1307433813463752707?s=21 I would always rather be happy than dignified. —Charlotte Brontë, Jane...

XXI You tell so many jokes you almost forget that you are one. XXII Her back tingled and ached, like a wood beam being attacked by a...

Yes, I realize it is now Saturday...sorry (not sorry). The Atomic Cow Deposition The old man was crazy to be sure. A respected doctor in...

XVIII Love is a flighty thing all wings, no cage— which makes counting on it in the crunch a fool’s doing. XIX “I seen him and I says—”...

XVII They never resolved the tension; her lover just died and, not wanting to beat that dead horse, her husband let it go. I am now...

Another twofer Tuesday... XV I stopped by the market for some liquor and beef. XVI The chorus girls dance and an Irishman plays fiddle in...

XIV I wept at the sight of myself shivering there in the reflection of the store window a good man on the fall full of self-hate for...

Here at FMF, you will find my latest, uncut creations fresh off the fire-hot grill of my mind.

XIII The flames pour down the hillside like rivers of molten honey.

Day 05, Fiver Friday… VIII Count the mermaids not the tails. IX The dead guy doesn’t give a shit. Well, I’m sure he’s disappointed but...

V There’s a fine line between attention deficit disorder and poetic thought. VI Experience must precede poetry. VII He took his...

IV Trees like sparklers the golden stars of their leaves falling to the ground in the autumn breeze.

Here’s a twofer Tuesday. Prompts numbers 2 & 3. Good luck! II This is a red letter day like your first standing piss or learning to drive...

A writing contest with a $100 cash prize...

On Punctuation Forget the comma, that little busybody. I propose a toast to the unfettered line gleeful and whistling as it speeds along...

I find myself writing more and more haiku, so here’s one from a master and one from me. One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon...