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Cry Freedom (To Trudy My Nurse) by John Kaniecki #literaturepost #PoemADay #readAwrite #writerscommunity #poetry #creativecoin

A Friday night read, "In Speculo." Poem by Kyle Richtig #creativecoin #poet #writerslift #PoemADay #literature

Picture source: Pixabay Editing is free to edit or not to edit I want to scream tear at the pages drop adjectives as I please why would I care freewriting away counting words as if there is a finish line

A few days ago I decided to go old school - to continue the 100-days of poetry challenge but to leave technology and the blockchain out of it (see my post about it here). But that doesn't mean I'm no longer

I'm going to quit today. No, tomorrow. Well, I can write some small poem and publish it. One poem, no big deal, right? These are some of the thoughts I've been having since joining the 100 day poetry challenge

The Bus Driver and the Girl Why bother about the girl Freezing in the cold Stuck to a chair that isn’t her When you hate your job She is the lazy bitch and he The angel who needs to deal With her kind--taking

Rain To stand waiting for a tram that never comes On Saturday I met up with @diebitch, my first Steem-meetup. It was a good first date. We found ourselves waiting for a tram that never came. But we were

Eyes closed I still see me An image burned Embraced I turn upside Inside out Tell you more Than words Darkness lights Life between sounds Sobs and laughter Restless motions Green hope Snow in bloom All

Spring Lines added vision blurred hours of laughter concentrated silence. The pencil scrapes the surface of the old white space an illusion. Yet life remains the breaking of dirt a new green called spring.