PostsCommentsPayoutsi-poet (38)in Blockchain Poets • 9 days agoFirst DraftThe October we mapped the quarries, you were the cartographer of what-if, your kingdom of mica-flecked granite and birch-choked ravines charted in graphite on stolen paper.…i-poet (38)in Freewriters • last monthValley of Might-Have-BeensFrom this high perch of bone and years, I watch the valley of might-have-beens, where every risk was a river, wild with light, and I, a stone upon its sun-bleached shore.…i-poet (38)in Freewriters • 2 months agoAsphalt & AfterglowThe sky’s got that bruised-plum look again, and the air smells like wet concrete and memory. Most folks are tucked away, watching Netflix, complaining about the damn drizzle.…i-poet (38)in Freewriters • 2 months agoExit 42After midnight, the fluorescent hum spills from the gas station onto wet asphalt. The click and gulp of the pump, gasoline sharp in the damp air. Inside, the cashier, a…