The journey began with a single voice… Then those voices rose. Life turned. And now… we gather. Early Registration is now OPEN for the FINAL book in the series: ✨ Where Our Voices Gather ✨ This will be the closing chapter in the four-book anthology journey from The Art of Poetry Community: 📖 Where Our Voices Begin 📖 Where Our Voices Rise 📖 Where Our Voices Turn 📖 Where Our Voices Gather Four books. One journey. Hundreds of voices. One community. This final anthology will celebrate connection, growth, transformation, and the power of poetry to bring people together across every mile, every struggle, and every season of life. 🖋 Entry Fee: $20 https://cash.app/$artofpoetry2026 🖋 Early Registration is NOW OPEN 🖋 Limited spots available If you’ve ever wanted to become part of this series… this is the final chapter. Let’s make it unforgettable. If you would like to join us in this amazing collection, put your name in the comments and make your payment buy using the link.

🍂🌸☀️❄️ for our next anthology in The Art of Poetry Community on Skool! This month’s theme: SEASONS Each participating poet will receive 📸 4 images 🖋️ and will write 4 poems — one inspired by each image. This anthology is about transformation. The seasons outside us. The seasons within us. The winters we survived. The springs we almost gave up on. 💰 Entry Fee: $20.00 📅 All poems must be submitted by June 11th https://cash.app/$artofpoetry2026 https://buy.stripe.com/14A9AS6X97mUasBfR80Jq05 This series has already become something special. Writers from all over the world. Different voices. Different stories. One book filled with moments that refuse to stay silent. If you want to be part of the next anthology, now is the time. Comment below or send me a message to register. 🍁 — Jason Strickland

Trust is not a handshake. It is not words tossed cheap like pennies in a church jar hoping somebody mistakes noise for faith. Trust is the slow unlocking of a guarded rib cage. It is saying, “Here this is the part of me still bleeding,” and praying the other person doesn’t press their fingers into the wound. Trust is built in silence sometimes. In who stays. In who answers the phone at 2 a.m. In who remembers the things you never said out loud. It is fragile as old glass and stubborn as oak roots. Hard to earn. Easy to shatter. Nearly impossible to glue back together without seeing every crack. Some people wear trust like a costume for applause. Others carry it like a lantern through a storm, protecting the flame with both hands. And maybe that’s the tragedy of it the heart must risk itself every single time. Because no matter how many times life teaches us betrayal, we still ache to believe in somebody. We still leave the door unlocked for love. By Jason Strickland

Who do you feel is the greatest poet ever? I will give my pick after you all weigh in. My GIF choices are clues to my choice.

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