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Paula Jobi wrote a new post

• 5 months, 2 weeks ago

Update

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April 4, 2026

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I moved from Buffalo, NY in January. It got too hard to get around 90% blind. I was so close to having my cataract surgery by February but I also came close to being hit by a car twice....

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- Fia Naturie
  5 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Im so sorry to hear you’re going through all of that. You want you write horror go ahead. There are a few people on here that love it.
- Paula Jobi
  5 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  It wouldn’t be all horror.
- I_IS_ ME
  5 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  First reading of your predicament, super sorry to read of this. But hopefully your surgeries are successful and we get a new Paula with a totally new poetic vision.
Brandon Houser wrote a new post

• 5 months, 2 weeks ago

The Lantern

Poetry

April 4, 2026

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I held the lanternTo the worldI couldn't see the lightFrom the darkLike a searcher in the wildLooking for the flameThat has the matchBut can't find a sparkI held the lanternTo the thresholdYou can only seeDistant in the nightI saw...

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- Crimsin
  5 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  wow dearest poet this is profound ❤️
  - Brandon Houser
    5 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    I really appreciate that Crimsin. Thank you!
- Damian DeadLove
  5 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write with depth and amazing flow my friend. Amazing work. Appreciate you.
  
  Damian
  - Brandon Houser
    5 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    Thanks! I have been doing variations on the random word challenge that you can do on this site. One of my poet friends gave me lantern, velocity, threshold, and moss. And those words just sung to me.
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• 5 months, 2 weeks ago

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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 5 months, 2 weeks ago

The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos

She walks on the edge of the wind,
voice braided with sea and olive,
each syllable a spark struck
from the tinder of longing.

Island-born, where the waves fold
like a lover’s arm,
she counts the pulses of hearts
as though each beat were a star.

You burn me
my limbs betray m…Read More

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- redzone
  5 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Curly Grace, what a great opening line: “She walks on the edge of the wind”. While I enjoyed reading the entirety of your poem, that last verse will be remembered by me. Poets, poetry, should never be “contained” or constrained. -Curt
  - Curly Grace
    5 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    Thank you, Curt. That means a lot. I’m glad those lines stayed with you. And I agree… poetry needs room to breathe.
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