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#poetic — Public Fediverse posts

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  1. The Witness

    Once, I went searching for ghosts. Now, I search for something quieter. The places where humanity still whispers. There is a difference. Ghosts ask us to wonder. Whispers ask us to listen. I have found them beneath weathered stones, inside forgotten prisons, among ancient earthworks, and where the tide quietly returns what the sea is finally willing to surrender. Read on with the 🔗 for KandiBlaze.Wordpress.com

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  2. Adena Queen

    The mound rose before me, green and silent beneath a storm-dark sky. Ancient. Patient. Waiting. Read full poem by clicking 🔗🖤 - Kandi

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  3. QUEER SPACE: ADDRESSING ANXIETY AND CREATING COMMUNITY WITH THE SHY CATERPILLAR

    By The Shy Caterpillar

    On Jan. 9, 2026, I decided to drop off four illustrated, poetic postcards at a student help desk at the University of Waterloo. It was a daunting experience for someone with social anxiety, and I’m still not fully sure why that day felt right.  

    The poem on those first cards, which I still vividly remember, involved a disagreement between my mind, which wanted to […]

    communityedition.ca/queer-spac
  4. Fort Pulaski: Ghosts in the Brickwork

    I hear them before I see them. Not ghosts. Not phantoms. Not pale figures wandering the corridors. Something worse. Something real. The fort remembers. Click for full poem with fort images.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  5. Light and Shadow Meet in the Same Frame

    The air still carried that unmistakable scent of wet earth, river water, and old brick. Puddles reflected pieces of a sky that couldn't quite decide whether it was finished raining or ready to begin again.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  6. Savannah After Midnight

    The enslaved souls whose grief still lingers in the mortar and timber, woven into the foundations of beauty built at a terrible cost. History is not buried here. It breathes. Layer upon layer, like sediment at the bottom of a dark river.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  7. The Primal Scream

    Raw. Volatile. Possessed. A sound ripping from my throat like something ancient trying to escape my body. The throat chakra opening in chaos, begging for release, for help, for silence….. 🔗 to read on.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  8. Where She Let Go

    I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  9. There is something #poetic that school dances in Ireland are named after #black and #latino #gay #nyc underground music and dance scene from the late 60s that became a popl genre in the 70s. My son is going to his first "disco". What's wrong with the word dance?