Support original poetry; ever growing and free…
The words have been sat for years within Instagram gathering dust, was it time to imprint within book, ask everyone to pay? No – there was resistance, as the words written had saved my life – they were not mine, but words gifted to guide through shadows, like lit candle dripping into darkness.
“His” poetry was not written for fame and fortune, it was for survival. Only ear listening in his darkest days, was quilled ink. As a community weaved around him, Meta suffocated the word, the poets, the mystics and artists lost striving to be felt among algorithm. Poetry chose him; saved him. Left battling for words to be felt, among empty social vampires; seeking sale.
the words now turned into a growing online book; all will be able to find words that once helped him. No cost to read, feel or experience; help support “his” to grow – support today.
As little, or as much as you would like.
Much love
@the_wildwolf