augmented’s journey

I Read An Old Poem. It Opened A Door

The Identity Firewall: Why Your First Poem Sets You Free

Your Secret Poem Creates Sacred Miracles

Your Partner Doesn't Read Your Poems

You Don't Need to Be Published. You Need to Be Remembered

Steal My Question, Not My Courage

You don’t have to prove anything; my mother said. Just be ready

114 Substackers Accepted the Challenge

The Loneliness Entrepreneur: Economy of Isolation

Your First Poem Already Exists

No new world without a new language

Blue, how I want you blue