Four writers were approaching, and the wind began to howl...except replace wind with bloodletting of words, and ink into veins from these authors blessed and crazed with no other way to let it out, than to put it across a screen, and into our hearts with only pure aim.

Here's the link to the show:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1s3J_TYQqaM

And here are the pieces featured.

https://www.theprose.com/post/828745/king-of-california https://www.theprose.com/post/828053/the-drug-in-me-is-you https://www.theprose.com/post/828235/mile-run https://www.theprose.com/post/828263/the-only-shore

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Flakes of creation pranced Infinite bound

Cosmic darkness, clashing gray puffed clouds and

Rustic fields fortuned by dandelion wisps

Wailing against ocean deep canvas clouds

Simulations clamored red eyes of stardust

Novae laughter locked light kevlar hatred,

Platelets scurried to sparred rifts, en garde new

Hell ten year holocaust, sauna mist drowns

Arctic iced whiskey cup; talk and talk 00-4

Burn every nuclear home- just as you did

Before. Aims wished sanctuary ashes

Away, Cowells at bay staring into

Fiery magma fins, sweet tangerine walls

Lashing tepid shed roof, wooden spine squeals

Sundered focal synapse: revolution

Revved as bumbling coupe engine, medals granted

Devil’s tongue spiraling in ears of young agents,

Hard fought! Clouded Cowells picked up Book of Dreams

Ripped page of Love, evolving revolver

Squandered, point, aim, shoo. Entity Aims access

To Oceanside granted. Prepare for War.

00-4 said in a gravelly commanding voice,

Legion gravitas dissipating, next

Awaits. Cowells gait slow and militant.

Neon mist crisp emerald blades, residue like

Faint oasis dreams, crystalline waterfalls

Splash weary leafy seams, above seas collapse;

Foggy fingers clasp to new day's sanguine glove.

Crisp autumn air reveals trails of clotted char

Streaks, livid vinyl crackles popped coffin den,

Devils suited, cloaked, petrified by plasma

Cotton candy haze- Hellfires spin to HQ.

Colt clipped, one round chambered, boulevards

Freshly lit, Coupe consumes tar roads, Gaul Heights

Prowling, sirens scatter pedestrian

Wards, youth inhale rotten flesh stench, plasma

Churns, gurgling cotton candy vents, cherry

Swirls unwind tonight's chapter. Petrified

Breath batters Book of Dreams, fresh yellow pages

Glow elliptical, Eden returns to mind

Drink the witches brew, swirling raspberry

Chamber drools cold exhaust, nights cost sanity

Coupe swerves with turbo thrust, escape the plains;

Pink city bound, cruel bars claw tinted glass,

Aims inhales midnight smog, tar fuses flesh

Late teens talk tactics, plain fashion, laughs

Echo sidewalks, alleys, veins of the city

Report to HQ command- dropoff- engage…

Cowells brushes onyx curls, ladies lurk drunk;

Quick punch paces livened liver, quiver

Unleashes snake chain gun ballistics, strange

Dame lights red and blue skyline- minds eye trails…

Dips, scrolls; Doom is imminent, intimate

Encounters flower Aims tequila shots:

Call me love, late in my premonition;

Navy blue tears confide in war torn lands

I know where you lurk:

Devil's Den

New Disciples.

I claim Heaven as my Hell

Paradise supplied in layers

Digital players spike

Cherry peace.

Flee

Mavia sends in another great narration from the author, Todd Beller, who just happens to be among the pantheon of talent here in the halls of Prose. Grab some coffee, lean back, or put it in drive and listen to the words while Sunday moves around you like water around a stone.

Here's the link to her beautiful read.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdM3-ig6jBQ

And here's the featured piece.

https://www.theprose.com/post/827672/breadcrumbs-of-consciousness

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. Team

Seven writers come down with fire to make this one of our favorite episodes in the channel's history. Ranging from new blood to legends, these pieces put our 60th episode out into the world with a grip of steel and blue-lava beauty, mixes of orange, and a touch of evil to keep the thread floating upon the wind, seeable, but unreachable to remove.

Here's the link to the show.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKWoKWK7nXY

And here are the pieces featured.

https://www.theprose.com/post/826733/i-know-why-bukowski-smiled https://www.theprose.com/post/826842/the-double-headed-scepter-of-doubt https://www.theprose.com/post/826569/tot

https://www.theprose.com/post/826584/the-art-of-love https://www.theprose.com/post/826617 https://www.theprose.com/post/826436/and-i-am-vapor

https://www.theprose.com/post/826316/black-sky https://www.theprose.com/post/827138/swallows https://www.theprose.com/post/827447/in-due-time

https://www.theprose.com/post/827090/people-ruin-everything

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

A Challenge created by putski brings home the first glance on today's feature on Prose. Radio, where Hot Chocolate bass-lines the morning into the world created by four talents and their heavy lifting of our minds into - then onto, a plateau of a dimension defined by coping, four seasons in heavenly bodies warming by the fire, a madman's babbling, and into the lemonaide air with a flash.

Here's a link to the show.

https://youtu.be/W0u4DfJbSx8

And here are the pieces featured.

https://www.theprose.com/post/814391/the-cheshire-cat-with-a-side-of-pork-and-beans https://www.theprose.com/post/814503/togetherness-for-the-whole https://www.theprose.com/post/814610/i-found-these-things https://www.theprose.com/post/814243

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose team.

In case anyone has a case of the Mondays, on the show today, in number 26, Curtis Mayfield sings us into three reads by three vastly different talents with one vast thing in common: Each one is their own creator with a style like no others. Top off your coffee, and sail away with us.

Here's the link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMz90tLIE5s

And here are the pieces featured within.

https://www.theprose.com/post/812076/memories https://www.theprose.com/post/811802/the-women-in-the-trees https://www.theprose.com/post/812519/the-line

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

trauma is trapped inside emotion

that sits in the cage of my chest

poison ivy pain wraps around bars

that rattles in the storm

behind the sternum-ed wall

screams that haven’t escaped the prison

lay in iron beds hardened with frost

stopping the seep from chest to tongue

from tongue to lip, lip to air

air to echo to ears that hear

that judge, that shame, that watch

down the diaphragmatic depths

desolation punches the dam

stress coils and entwines with anxiety

its shrieks of mimicry – whispers of lies

the “I’m okay’s” the “I’m fine”

the need to turn yourself inside out

to release and shed the shame

the pain, the blame, the ache of emotional agony

the rage, the guilt, the fullness of everything

of emotion, of memory,

of moments you can feel but can’t quite remember

the trap you can’t free yourself from

being inside your body but feeling outside

being an observer, a nothing

outside, you’d never know

outside, you’d think nothing is wrong with me

inside I feel so full

inside I feel so empty

In number 23, on Prose. Radio, Pablo Neruda sets the tone, and a wave of talent numbering 8 takes the wheel and drives us through some dark alleys, and some sun beaming through the window. RustyJames blends into the six to appear, each shining down in their own untouchable light, with Huckleberry_Hoo taking us into the firescape with something beautiful.

Here's the link to the show.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LxQOO-4ROs

And here are the featured pieces.

https://www.theprose.com/post/811409/i-am-alone-there-is-no-god-where-i-am https://www.theprose.com/post/811326/simone

https://www.theprose.com/post/811410/sharing-history-soup-with-a-friend https://www.theprose.com/post/810851/bob-ross-paints-his-eden

https://www.theprose.com/post/811211 https://www.theprose.com/post/811248/on-the-road-by-myself

https://www.theprose.com/post/811317/the-24-spinz https://www.theprose.com/post/811208/two-stiffs-and-a-weirdo

https://www.theprose.com/post/811397/the-pooh-tutorials

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Straight from the pure, uncut supply in the dope locker of Prose., in lucky number 21, The Cure's Robert Smith ignites some fascination, and strings it out until it becomes a list of powerhouses from the site, each one with their own style, each one strong of eye and brilliant of mind. From MeeJong and Mariah, to three or so new bloods, and one long story of ghosts in war, wrapped with dreams of old.

Here's the link to the good stuff...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnZrkptK60A

And here are the featured pieces...

https://www.theprose.com/post/810753/when https://www.theprose.com/post/810730

https://www.theprose.com/post/810553/alchemy https://www.theprose.com/post/810376/this-night

https://www.theprose.com/post/809804/springtime-in-southern-appalachia https://www.theprose.com/post/809194/viridi-oculi

https://www.theprose.com/post/810542/chamber https://www.theprose.com/post/810543/pages

https://www.theprose.com/post/810551/lead-paint https://www.theprose.com/post/810354/poems-never-happened

https://www.theprose.com/post/809641/scopaesthesia https://www.theprose.com/post/31657/where-death-lives

https://www.theprose.com/post/40967/old-dreams

And, as always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

On Prose. Radio's numero 20, the glue of Blondie opens the show, taking us into the minds of four ridiculously talented writers from the site, from brand new, to still new, and each one with astonishing grace.

Here's the link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WnuLuDAnm0

And here are the pieces featured.

https://www.theprose.com/post/810544/the-memory https://www.theprose.com/post/809902/thats-great-it-starts-with-an-earthquake

https://www.theprose.com/post/810700/murky-star https://www.theprose.com/post/810722/lackawanna

https://www.theprose.com/post/810160/im-not-dinner

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team