Mavia sent in episode 52 this morning, and it sounds and reads like a satin sheet and an open window, the breeze just right, the moon just right. Featuring some seasoned talent, delivered with the air and pause ony she has, for a great way to get lost in the writing of these minds.

Here's the link to the show:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LjuIknQ8vE

And we'll tag the authors in the space below...

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

He was no longer seeing his face.

His arms and hands flew up involuntarily to his damp brow, then graying temples. He wasn't gazing passed himself, into the half manifestation in the darkness of the glass. He was peering behind, an invert, and it was nauseatingly painful, looking back like that. It felt like the stab of a migraine, inside.

He hesitated a moment at the sink as if about to vomit, then turned abruptly like an automaton donning shoes and overcoat. He walked out without shutting, never mind locking, the door. He'd be back no doubt.

He'd made this loop before, and there was something about it he couldn't remember. Like a moment of blackout. Grey space. No, a moment red. Red, and it washed over him. He was back, scrubbing his hands raw at the sink, shifting in his quilted housecoat and terry slippers.

The dry towel was gentle to his hands, and he pressed his bifocals back on.

06.30.2024

Nostalgia v Anger... which is more Dangerous? challenge by @dctezcan

One hell of a show, literally, for episode 47, where six heavyweights throw down their styles to make one definitive bang on the drum of literature, pushing that frequency out beyond here, into the particles of the endless unkown. We hope when the waves are picked up in any future or past, to whomever receives the signal, it sounds like a mix of Slayer, Mozart, and Waylon Jennings.

Here's a link to the show.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH5Cst6UrK0

And here are the pieces featured.

https://www.theprose.com/post/818923/wag-spill https://www.theprose.com/post/819167/kitchen-employee https://www.theprose.com/post/818507/uncle-noah

https://www.theprose.com/post/818503/eye-of-the-dodo https://www.theprose.com/post/818502/phantom https://www.theprose.com/post/818795/seven-seconds-in-hell

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Lost

May 17, 2024

I look at the two espressos

Both untouched

They are a small illustration

Of what might be

Of what might of been

I wanted this space in the cafe

Secluded, demure, and reserved

The same qualities of her

That attracted me here

Attracted me to her

I can add some sugar

I could stir the mixture

Hoping for the creation of something new

Certain my actions have merit

Refusing to accept my reality

She finally made her decision

She finally made her leap of faith

Swept away on whirlwinds of passion

Instead of ruminating in paperwork

Her words, not mine

However, it wasn’t always this way

I once held these enduring qualities

Powering the magnetism of attraction

In sickness and in health

Til death do us part

But, now I watch as the baguette sits untouched

Hand-churned butter goes to waste

And the espresso’s useful time has passed

The bounty before me slowly spoils

Mirroring another bounty equally lost

From a hit by The Bangles, to the bloody and '80s adulating reach of American Psycho, episode number 38 starts and ends with more bangs than a West Texas brothel in the 1800s. Seven writers from the site complete the landscape here, with a lead by area_man, and wrapped nicely with thePearl and Mariah, so you know the new blood between them holds its mud.

Here's the link to the show.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLsEjqj8g6s

And here are the pieces featured on Prose. Radio.

https://www.theprose.com/post/816235/when-the-zoloft-hits https://www.theprose.com/post/816024/searching https://www.theprose.com/post/816017/they-call-her-fickle

https://www.theprose.com/post/816230/the-day-i-decided-to-live https://www.theprose.com/post/816225/if https://www.theprose.com/post/816122/i-redact-my-forgiveness

https://www.theprose.com/post/816108/perceived

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Pulchritudinous

May 16, 2024

Lying in wait, awaiting the spread

Split down the middle

Hole clearly visible to those

Wishing to make the purchase

Flavored delicately

Betwixt modestly and immorally

Solely for the purpose of attraction

Not for the purpose of taste

Far more desirable when warmed

Particularly if the lark is visible

From the balcony

Sans the presence of kinsmen

So remain in the bedchamber

And partake of the breakfast bagel

Regulate other thoughts far away

Such is the comfort of allusions

Some new blood and fresh ink flavor Prose. Radio's number 37, with a handful plus two pieces from the inimitable talent of our writers. Good to see all the new writers bringing their style to pages of Prose. --And also good to see Last and area_man in the mix with them today, and AndyDrew closing it out with something beautiful and dark and light, in its own way.

Here's the link to the show.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5iHmKR3IOg

And here are the pieces featured.

https://www.theprose.com/post/816003/christ-like-without-the-benefits https://www.theprose.com/post/815932/lake https://www.theprose.com/post/815971/back-and-forth

https://www.theprose.com/post/815979/the-watch https://www.theprose.com/post/815993/space-age-bodhisattva https://www.theprose.com/post/815994/seasons

https://www.theprose.com/post/815920/wee-woo-bus

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

And there I stood silent

in a vast empty field

with the East wind

flowing steady

against my brow

And there I

swallowed memories

of past horizons

every emotion

illuminated by the sky

in teal blues

emerald greens

And there I heard

your voice

echoing gently

on the skin

of the black sea

whispering

eternity

to the lost

believer within