Well what if it were rewritten about trappin'? For those of you not hooked on Ebonics trapping is dealing drugs. Here is that:

Bag bag I couldn't go to bed

My pipe too alight to try and put it down

Sleep sleep I couldn't sleep tonight

Not with all who need shit around my town.

I could have trapped all night!

I could have trapped all night!

And still have bagged some more!

I could have sold some beans

And dosed a thousand sheets

With C20H25N3O id pour!

Cops need not know from them I'll go in hiding

High all at once my car took flight

I only know that when po po took a glance at me

I couldn't trap trap trap all night!

It's after 3 now

Homie is tweaked out

He ought to be in bed

But he wants to Trap TrapTrap ALL NIGHT!¡!

I’m broken.

I thought it was because I was fragile,

like a glass ball

shattered,

weak and jagged,

scared and scarred,

ready to slice open the foot

of anyone unfortunate enough

to come walking by barefoot.

But it’s because I burned so bright

like a flaming star

exploding,

imploding into a black hole,

nuclear Armageddon,

ready to blow into pieces

anyone unfortunate enough

to venture into my blazing orbit.

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

From an author brand new to the site, comes a chapter in our Challenge to brutalize and warm and brutalize the heart. Told from a merciless and seasoned eye in the storm of despair and destitution, to the inevitable release of death, and love, in afterthought, this is a piece of writing that brings us back to what the elements taught us. Take a drive, a walk, hell, clean the damn house, but while doing any of those, listen to the words of this new blood.

To read this entry and see more as they crop up, and, better yet, to enter your work, just click right here: https://www.theprose.com/challenge/14633

Here's the link to the episode on Prose. Radio.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4nJROIiB2o

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Mavia came through yet again with another beautiful narration for number 59. All new blood, and their words read with her signature sound.

Here's the link to the show.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3C6NsULYI3c

And here are the pieces featured.

https://www.theprose.com/post/824998/slipfasting https://www.theprose.com/post/826536/philosophical-water https://www.theprose.com/post/824430/a-void-dance

https://www.theprose.com/post/825575/memories https://www.theprose.com/post/825393/egg

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

My mind met me

in a quiet moment.

I felt along the

patterned cotton ropes

letting me stay awhile,

swaying in nature's breath.

A hushed sound~ unarranged,

yet weaving through the leaves

with such purpose,

I try and place its melody.

The clouds sit

as I trace lines of inked pages;

words, dancing in the sunlit breeze.

What had I just paused to ponder? A fleeting similitude to jot down.

Yes. The revelation of brotherhood.

Within the creaking bark

the swaying trees above,

recognizes each leaf

turned by my hand

from the book on my lap.

This entry comes in the from the dark and often beautiful place known as the mind and heart of one of our legends, with a short and gripping chapter to stand statuesque in the halls of our Emerald Author Challenge. Told with shamelessly naked abandon, it climbs to shine upon the world of words Prose. has become known for as home to many of our living greats. To read this entry and see more as they crop up, and, better yet, to enter your work, just click right here:

https://www.theprose.com/challenge/14633

And here's the link to the show:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gz8VS5YUoyA

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Four writers were approaching, and the wind began to howl... all around and through episode 58, where they bellied up to the bar, each throwing down their own style, their flavors for your tongues and ears. Absolutely love this episode. Mariah finishes what Dionysian66 starts, with two newer bloods in middle, to bring 58 into full bloom, time lapse style.

Here's the link to the show.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNQ5DGlyNjI

And here are the pieces featured.

https://www.theprose.com/post/825721/madness-stalks-the-forest-of-your-mind https://www.theprose.com/post/825162/a-beautiful-chaos https://www.theprose.com/post/825117/mumbles-of-a-dissociated-self https://www.theprose.com/post/825004/joules-anomaly

And.

As always...

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

Off the

beaten path.

No street lights,

nature has

embraced you.

Solitude has

been found.

Suddenly,

feeling as if

you’re not alone.

The darkness

becomes palpable.

Shadows embody

subtle movements.

Heart rate increases,

breath quickens.

You begin

walking faster.

Trying not

to panic.

It feels like

something is

following you.

Now what?

Dread sets in,

anxiety starts.

Your eyes

say you’re alone.

Yet your mind

says otherwise.

Footsteps echo

in the growing

silence of the night.

As phantoms dance

in and out

of sight.

Each one becomes

more terrifying

than the last.

The mania

of the mind

begins to manifest

in your vision.

Shaping fantasies,

promoting nightmares.

Your mind is

fatally infected

with the delusion

of paranoia.

Now you begin

to question

your sanity.

It feels like

the entire forest

is watching you.

Are those really

tortured souls

in the trees?