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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.

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  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.

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  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?

  10. The Watchers: A Rite Becoming

    The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  11. Where the Fae Still Wander Free

    There is a place in the Appalachian spine where the mountains remember before memory— where mist does not merely drift, but thinks. There, the veil has thinned— not torn, not broken— but lifted, gently, as though two worlds agreed to breathe the same breath. And in that quiet covenant, the fae still roam….

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  12. Hauntingly Familiar

    “It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  13. Hauntingly Familiar

    “It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  14. Hauntingly Familiar

    “It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  15. Hauntingly Familiar

    “It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  16. Hauntingly Familiar

    “It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/