HEARTH · POEM
Away
On a keke ride through Monrovia, a young man juggles flirtation, faith, and memory—beautiful women, guilty thoughts, and streets that won’t let him go, writt...
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Tiny Prophecies
Where the little truths go when
they’re tired of shouting.
Tiny Prophecies is a new community-built literary journal of Hearth, Ruin & Whimsy — publishing short poems, flash, and dreamlike works from writers everywhere.
"If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry."
~ Emily Dickinson
Field Notes for New Arrivals
This is a small archive for people who feel too much: burnt-out empaths, whimsical witches, reluctant philosophers, soft creatures in a loud world.
Wander by mood using the buttons below. Let a title snag you. If something in you exhales while you’re reading, that piece was for you. If something in you starts to speak back, write it down—you’re already part of this place.
Have a Prophecy of Your Own?
Tiny Prophecies isn’t meant to be a solo spellbook. If you have a poem, flash piece, or tiny fragment that feels like Hearth, Ruin, or Whimsy, I’d love to read it.
No fees. No pay yet (we’re small and growing), and you keep all rights— you’re just lending your words to this strange little hallway for a while.
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HEARTH · POEM
What if?
A Hearth poem by Cole McNamara peering into a gentler timeline where clocks lose their power, calendars stop caging you, and life is measured in breaths.
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HEARTH · POEM
Stress Is Not Real
A grounding poem by Cole McNamara naming stress as a mind-ghost, then inviting you back into play, presence, and embodied creativity.
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HEARTH · POEM
Sixth Street Park
A Hearth-side poem by Cole McNamara visiting a “dangerous” park in a logging town and discovering stillness, memory, and quiet magic instead of chaos.
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HEARTH · POEM
The Universe Started in a Sandbox
A Hearth Tiny Prophecies piece by Cole McNamara that turns a childhood sandbox into a creation myth, asking who you were before rules and shame.
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HEARTH · POEM
I Am a Writer
A self-doubting, self-claiming monologue by Cole McNamara that spirals through imposter feelings before finally accepting the title: writer.
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HEARTH · POEM
That's Life
A quiet nature poem by Cole McNamara tracing envy from mice to owls to ghosts and earth itself, showing how every form of life longs for another’s vantage.
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HEARTH · POEM
Culdesac Crew
A Hearth nostalgia spell by Cole McNamara for pinecone wars, dumpster dives, magic battles, and winter Pokémon—killing the myth that childhood would last for...
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HEARTH · POEM
You Are Not Alone
A Hearth Tiny Prophecies poem by Cole McNamara reminding you that idols, strangers, and family are all tired too—and you still have more life in you.
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