Based in Boise, Idaho, The word No Has Escaped is a blog by Regan Meade. Her posts explore her life and the world around her through poetry; and to explore the creative mind by encouraging other writers to challenge themselves with writing prompts.




Rains quench the thirst of

the surface world,

Speckling the barrier between worlds

with abandon,

The turmoil outside is only a reflection.



To and Fro,

Round and round the outliers go,

Hunting for the fallen food from the hands

of fleshy Gods above,



The albino chases the dove,

Each color is not still

Mixing with each red and gold,

The water world is tolerant.



Scattered into the depths,

Fright clutching their gills leaving mouths

gasping for air,

Why would Gods cast the first stone?



Each moment is a loop never forgotten,

Denial was a foot-hole in the garden,

Each day repeats itself with a sprinkler at 5 AM.


Judge Me Fairly

Judge Me Fairly

Wait (Revised)

Wait (Revised)