Writeropolis Media

Kendra the AI reads the short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! I created their world seven days ago. Now, I will have to wait to hear from anyone. You don’t get honesty from a girl like me every day. Unlike some deities,…

Happy 1st anniversary to the podcast! To celebrate, Guilliean reads poems inspired by her short story of the same name. Closed In I chose this space. I chose this time. I chose this movement. I chose this shape. I prefer the solitude. But do I deserve it? Lost Youth He…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Interstate 280 Another breakfast alone Won’t wash the bed sheets Can’t lose the scent of your cologne These words will dry on their own All these things that I’ve done Blurred For Simba Like back in…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Superlove I won’t let you in, I’ll fight you to the end Too close, I can no longer be your friend Love ends, where hate begins You are which of the seven holy sins? Hold you…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Fields of Elisium The battlefield in my head is littered with the lovers I’ll never bed, let alone wed See me ride the light of love To a place inside his heart Falling below the mists,…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Page 337 In response to Lâm Thị Mỹ Dạ’s Bomb Crater Sky. Dad served two tours in the war, a media circus of Ohio hippies and escapes from Saigon via helicopter Lit by the fireworks on…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Masque You buy clothes you never wear To impress people who don’t care You can’t speak in front of crowds You should get your head checked You have blisters on your heels From shoes that refuse…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Sentimental x Unsentimental The stars in the skies Dripped into your eyes Like the beautiful ones Hold you when you’re done. I’m in this for love Not procreation Fallen angels, righteous sins Raptured in misdirection. Baby…