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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

It is June. I am tired of being brave

The truth is rarely pure

Top Publishing Houses for Poetry 2025

Unstoppable Power Against Harsh Reality

The Reader Recently Robbed the Poet

The Absolute Taste of Loneliness

How Not to Hurt a Poet

never to be sure of what is true

Only Want One Thing

I am so tired of waiting, Aren't you,

and the shadows fall behind you

if we only trust its guidance

a movie about the perceiving eye

Morning Confessions Over Coffee

every hour of the light

The mindset of ‘eventually’ is a trap. Start now

From sorrow, joy was born

Write to find out what you are afraid of

Let everything happen to you

We live in cities hungry for poetry

A poet is somebody who feels

There are only middles

It does not matter how slowly you write, as long as you do not stop

You write poetry because you must

Poetry is to undress our names

Writing poetry is actually an intercourse with ghosts

Always try and do too much

Nobody is too young or too old to read a poem

Your Voice Wanted: Spring 2025 Publishing Opportunities

We read to know we’re not alone

Night quietly forgives every yesterday

Cognitive Dissonance as Creative Fuel

Poetry creates reality. Words have power

Your Name Remains, Carved into Wind

You fail only if you stop poetry

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt

I know of only one duty

Happy as a Dog’s Tail

Discussing poems is barbaric

Poetry That Tastes Like Color

Why write poetry?

Your poetry is in a light attire

Indeed indeed

Whatever

and I will come again

You were the rind

sometimes a boy is born

the day before

I’m not crossing

Wild at Heart

10 Prompts to Spark Your Creativity

Concrete Poetry as Emotional Architecture

You, Who Dare To Light A Single Match

Your Later Self

How to find a poetry editor who knows