literature.cafe
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This is a general special interest lemmy instance focusing on lovers of all things pertaining to reading and writing and all of the people that enjoy it as well as fandoms and niches that exist within reading circles. We federate with other instances, with our local communities being focused primarily on the above.
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A familiar UI - old.literature.cafe
Photon - ph.literature.cafe
Tesseract (photon fork with more multimedia focused features) - t.literature.cafe
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Learning Image and Description Opening the luminous door in your writing. BY Rachel Richardson
(www.poetryfoundation.org)
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Between two trees, he sways— one root in the earth, one reaching sky, bound by a thread of light to the quiet pull of space. His head tips down, but his eyes turn inward, searching the seams of shadow for a crack, a tremor, a way out of the silence.
Coins spill from his hands, not gold but weightless, each one a thought discarded, a truth left hanging like breath caught between worlds.
Suspended, he becomes the question— neither here nor there, but hung in the aching space where the body bends to dream.
Red and white, his blood sings the song of every sacrifice, a rhythm lost in the sky’s endless reach. He sways, not from wind, but from the soft unraveling of the ground beneath him.
To hang is to listen, to let go, to cling only to the pull of the unseen, the rope a tether to the self he cannot yet name.
He is offered to himself,
and the trees—
those pillars of thought—
stand silent, waiting
for him to fall,
or rise.
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Never was really happy with this. But the first poem I wrote, I was glad I could make the structure work.
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New Jersey State Senate passes bill intended to halt book bans, protect librarians
(newjerseymonitor.com)
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