There once was a mailman
From the town of Leeds
Every day, he ran
From a dog of all breeds
And hid in a trashcan
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Mother Combs and writers in Poets and other communities.
This Land
Companion Preface This work appears in four movements, not as revisions of one another, but as different ways of standing on the same ground. The first speaks with grit. The second listens for what still opens. The third braids what was once held apart. The fourth offers a vow—small, human, unfinished. Together, they trace a walk rather than an argument. What changes between them is not the land, but the stance of the one walking it. You may enter at any point. You may linger where something recognizes you. Nothing here asks for agreement— only presence. — Flower InBloom
By Flower InBloom4 days ago in Poets
Self Help: Grifters' Gospel
On Self-Help, Snake Oil, and the Illusion of Change Psychology professionals and students can be imagined on two opposite sides of a line called self-help books: likely a larger group opposes pop-science and step-by-step manuals filled with talk of success, journaling, and not giving a f**k; others love them, but they aren’t many.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 7 days ago in BookClub
Comments (3)
Lol, poor mailman! Awesome limerick!
Poor fellow!
very resourceful