augmented man

When victory, not my victory, but the great victory comes,

The poem you’re starving for

Nobody is too young or too old to read a poem

Hommage à Carl Sandburg

you taught my fear to breathe and become song

Hommage à Rainer Maria Rilke

Hommage à Pat Schneider

Du, Siegelzwerg

Your Typos Are Trying to Tell You Something The 3 Letters That Transform Problems Into Poetry augmentedman(.)sub_stack

Top Publishing Houses for Poetry 2025 Connect with Poetry Publishers: Find the Right Home open.substack.com/pub/augmen…

I crack open new thoughts, forging sudden flickers of courage I do not care for sleep; these moments swirl with possibility I have too much living left, so the night can watch me set it all ablaze with hope augmentedman.substack.com/p/… #ThePowerofPoetry #Poetry

Whatever Paint kisses poetry open.substack.com/pub/augmen… #ThePowerofPoetry #Poetry

I feel the heat coil behind my eyes, a secret dare. In this moment, the tension tastes like possibility, each second a choice. We rise, unstoppable, and no more fear the fever.

pay attention to what sits inside yourself and watches you _ by Lucille Clifton

Anxiety You make among the trees a nest for our love. But look at the flowers you've crushed. - by Anna Świrszczyńska (Anna Swir ) translated by Czeslaw Milosz

the day before open.substack.com/pub/augmen…

Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

The Monk and His Concrete Poetry Have you ever felt the pull of words that refuse to be merely read, words that insist on being seen, felt and contemplated? I’ve found myself stirred by the unconventional “typewritings” of a British Benedictine monk named Dom Sylvester Houédard

We stand among restless hustlers, each grin a hungry advertisement,

This introduced an entirely new practice for me Navigating Uncertainty with Intuitive Resolve by Peter Blinky open.substack.com/pub/shades…