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The Poetry Reader and Media: Once More, With Feeling
Poets: don't they love repetition? Perhaps all writers do. Bloggers included. I have begun one too many essays convinced that this time I would finally write a different take on poetry. That vast, quasi-abstract subject that resists containment. Each attempt risks saying too little, or worse, saying something that life (or my future self) will prove wrong.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P a day ago in BookClub
Unhinged Healing - Raw Poetry For The Abused
The book that was never meant to be. In a moment of discontentment and boredom, I began to gather my poetry that was scattered across writing platforms, old journals, and forgotten documents on my Google Drive to bring some sort of organization to my writing portfolio. I realized I had a lot more poems than I thought I did. It was a joke at first. I said to my family, "Man. I didn't realize I had this many poems written. I could make a book of them." When my husband suggested actually making a poetry book to add to my portfolio with them, I almost automatically responded with: "Because I am no Poe or Emily Dickinson. No one wants to read my trash poems."
By Hope Martin2 days ago in BookClub
Heroic Failures Documented
Introduction My brother-in-law Peter, who we sadly lost to throat cancer introduced me to this book in the nineteen-eighties.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in BookClub
The Bone Season
Introduction When I go for a walk, I pass a house which has a book exchange cabinet where you can drop books that you probably won't read again and pick up ones that catch your eye.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in BookClub
🌅🌅Changing Happy Human Consciousness: The Evolution of the Revolution of Your Writing Skills🌅🌅
🌅🌅How can I become a masterful writer? It starts with love. . . Writing changes human consciousness
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS3 days ago in BookClub
Reading Orlam
Introduction For my birthday I got the Polly Jean Harvey book "Orlam". I was a little confused about it at first, but now it has revealed itself to me and I am enjoying exploring the worlds and magical mythical creatures and people that are described here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in BookClub
The Last Lighthouse Keeper of Azure Bay
Old Silas had known the Azure Bay Lighthouse for seventy years, since he was a boy learning the ropes from his father. It stood stoic on the craggy cliffs, a beacon of hope against the relentless churn of the sea. But times were changing. Automated systems were replacing the human touch, and Silas was informed he would be the last keeper. The lighthouse would go fully autonomous in a month.
By Being Inquisitive4 days ago in BookClub
The Chronos Compass and the City Beneath the Sands
Professor Aris Thorne was a man obsessed with forgotten history, his office overflowing with ancient maps, crumbling texts, and peculiar artifacts. His latest fixation was the legend of Aethel, a city swallowed by the desert millennia ago, said to hold the secret to manipulating time. The key, according to fragmented scrolls, was the "Chronos Compass."
By Being Inquisitive4 days ago in BookClub
Designrr
CLICK HERE FOR SPECIAL OFFER Review Feature – Top Story In a digital world where writers, creators, and entrepreneurs are expected to produce polished, multi‑format content at rapid speed, the tools that make that work easier often become the quiet engines behind success. One of those engines is Designrr, a rapidly growing content‑creation platform now recognized across the creator community for its flexibility, efficiency, and professional results.
By Organic Products 7 days ago in BookClub
The Night Umar ibn Khattab Carried Flour on His Shoulders. AI-Generated.
Madinah was asleep. The marketplace was empty. The lamps were fading. The desert wind moved softly through the streets. But one man was awake. Umar ibn Khattab — the leader of a growing empire — walked alone in the darkness. No royal escort. No soldiers. No crown. Only a heavy sense of responsibility. He believed a ruler should not sleep comfortably while his people suffered. As he walked near the edge of the city, he heard something that stopped him. A child crying. Not the cry of stubbornness. The cry of hunger. He followed the sound to a small tent. Inside, a mother sat beside a pot placed over a weak fire. Her children were gathered around her, crying. Umar greeted her and asked gently, “Why are the children crying?” She answered without recognizing him. “They are hungry.” She stirred the pot. “But there is nothing inside it. I put water in it so they think food is cooking. So they fall asleep.” Her words were calm. But heavy. Then she said something that shook the night. “May Allah judge Umar. He is our leader, yet he does not know our condition.” Umar felt his heart tremble. He did not defend himself. He did not reveal his identity. He quietly turned and walked fast toward the treasury. There, he filled a sack with flour. Oil. Dates. The sack was heavy. His companion offered, “Let me carry it for you, O Leader of the Believers.” Umar looked at him and said words history would never forget: “Will you carry my burden for me on the Day of Judgment?” He lifted the sack onto his own shoulders. The weight bent his back. But he did not complain. When they returned to the tent, Umar knelt down. He cooked the food himself. He blew into the fire until smoke covered his blessed beard. He waited. He watched. He did not leave… until he saw the children laughing. Only then did he walk away. Later that night, Umar wept. Not because he was weak. But because he feared standing before Allah. History remembers Umar as strong, fearless, and powerful. But perhaps his greatest strength… was his accountability. He understood something many leaders forget: Power is temporary. But judgment is eternal.
By Abidullah 7 days ago in BookClub
What is the Place You Understand Best?
“He had lived in a lot of places, so I asked him where he found his greatest sense of place. He didn’t understand the expression. I explained that I wanted to know where he felt most nurtured and supported. What is the place you understand best?” Kimmerer pg. 125
By Kera Hollow8 days ago in BookClub
The First Job That Changed My Life. AI-Generated.
The rent was overdue, and I was avoiding my landlord. Every time I heard footsteps in the hallway outside our apartment, my body stiffened. I would stop breathing, as if even the sound of my lungs might betray me. Sometimes I pressed my ear against the door, listening, waiting, praying the footsteps would continue past our unit.
By Jenny 11 days ago in BookClub