Cold winds from Europe, high albedo clouds, A distant hum of human fear Or the push to Get Things Done; Warm glow of coffee, glad to be remote From the righteous indignation Of falsifiable gods.

I have been using Reiki since about 1987. If you would like a distant Reiki treatment, please transfer 50 STEEM to this account. You can use the memo to tell me when and where you would like to receive

It was a good year on Steemit, but it has been a difficult summer. We had to travel (is that what they call a lenticular cloud over on the horizon? This was over Tunisia, and the next day, in Istanbul,

Help me, sticks and stones. This one, in my bag, I picked up in Guangzhou, eleven years ago, polished with a small piece of limestone, and then by the caresses of the years. Here is a flake from an outcrop

I'm alive! That's what I felt as the first bucket of cold water went over my head. A hawk is calling, and before that, when I came back in from the terrace, the songbird, something like a robin or a

Some of the squirrels had massive hoards Of unripe acorns gathered in early April : I felt the pangs of hunger in late summer, fearing winter, Deaf to the thud of fruit falling all around me.

I found myself alone in a dark wood, Without friend, or fire, or private keys: The treetops echoed with rumours of yesterday's token sales And the other animals talked quietly in hushed and guilty groups

"Nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the [American] public." - H. L. Mencken Is this the underlying philosophy behind Steemit.Inc's marketing strategy? I know there are many

This city is my mirror,       the cool air that blows in off the ocean: It is uncomfortable, the noise       the motorbikes the shouts on the street Jarring with my learnt aesthetic I withdraw into quiescence

Lilleth dances, a smoldering fag        dangling between her fingers, the indentured musicians        managing the beat, an exotic refrain lulling the patrons, who doze        postprandially. Her mind

He would say very little, I thought, sitting on a rock by the Atlantic in the evening, the smell of the sea, the sounds of the waves. The fisherman knows, I thought, that the next wave will break up over

We saw a light in the east, after dusk, a star that hung in the sky, and which did not rise with the evening: The pieces of my shattered attention fall with a bright dying flare below the horizon, a memory

Tue Jul 18 08:20:46 WEST 2017 I've been falling out of love with Steemit. It's hard to say when this began, but perhaps the signs have been there since the beginning, last August. I had a Duolingo habit,

Here's a post from my 500th follower It's a short post and I wish @mathy a joyful and prosperous steemit journey. I've ordered upvotes for the post from both @randowhale and @booster. Good luck ya'll

Thanks to @fibra59 for organizing, and to this week's judge @alexrickard86 DOWNLOAD LINK for the un-memed image. Have a go! My previous entry: New to Steemit

Thanks to @fibra59 for organizing, and to this week's judge @alexrickard86 DOWNLOAD LINK for the un-memed image. Have a go!

Last month a posted that I was having password problems ... I found that I was confusing myself with having both an account password, which I set when I opened my bitshares account on Openledger, and then

My previous entries: I'm Buying Golos Dan's Next Project Qunatum Computers Thanks to @fibra59 for organizing, and to this week's judge @levycore. DOWNLOAD LINK for the un-memed image. Have a go!

My previous entries: I'm Buying Golos Dan's Next Project Thanks to @fibra59 for organizing, and to this week's judge @levycore. DOWNLOAD LINK for the un-memed image. Have a go!

Knock, knock, is there anybody home? Just click the wheel if you can hear me Relax now, we know you're feeling down We can ease your pain Get you on your feet again That's right, just let your worries