¿In a Misty Graveyard? I'm pretty sure many people here are constantly finding themselves wondering if there's any need to keep pushing out content for zero engagement. And I am very sure they are not

As you go through your day tomorrow, take a minute to remember that you are totally authorized to determine what you think is right or wrong and to act accordingly. You don't, however, get to determine

These puddles gather—like pools of reality—in mud, in gutters, on rooftops and hat brims. On grey, windy mornings, men sometimes rain down from the sky like divers into these heavenly reflections. Occasionally

The snowflakes fell, like thousands of magical beings with wings. And as they piled high, I imagined these beings penned, like the old man Gabriel Garcia Marquez forever penned into my head, alone and

A poplar in the park has lost its limbs, is held by supports, yet its leaves still grow. Image Credit: All images are original

Tree Tuesday-Chestnut Edition In honor of Tree Tuesday I would like to highlight a lost giant which dominated most of North America prior to the start of the 20th century I’m sure you’ve heard of the old

Sometimes I think of Steemit as a Giving Tree. You water it with your posts and your votes and your comments and it bears you fruit in the form of rewards: Friends Advice Support Opportunities Knowledge