We become the things we care for, that we invest our time in, that we love... Because love is an act of expansion, an opening, a reaching toward. When we love, whether plant, person, place, etc, we extend

This is a SteemIt EXCLUSIVE article. It will appear later on my website, LeeCamp.com. I’ll be honest. I was very skeptical that a foreign internet firm could impact the votes of Americans by way of social

Climate change will kill us all in a matter of decades. Even Stephen Hawking has said that earth may become like Venus with sulphuric acid raining from the clouds. Not a pretty picture. Yes, big action

…Three. Two. One. This is the gray directory, came the voice. There is no parent directory. This is the directory from which all other directories derive. This is the gray directory. Initiate base level

If you love writing stories then this contest is for you! Write a one paragraph story about the image pictured above. Be creative, think outside of the box, and follow the contest rules!  Here are

Welcome to the second haiku contest! The first one was such a success that I can't resist doing another. Seriously—go read the entries to the first contest. They are all great! This one has a theme, provided

pale moths suspended a spider’s ode to winter cobweb frosted rooms (image creative commons licensed: source)

Responding to the following quote: Genius is the activity which repairs the decays of things, whether wholly or partly of a material and finite kind. Nature through all her kingdoms, insures herself. Nobody

image source: wikimedia commons Kyle awoke, wrists bound, hanging upside down from the same mangled oak tree of his childhood dreams. When night fell, the chanting began.

source: wikimedia commons In spite of the council’s explicit decision that no human be killed on such excursions, Shraelin hesitated for only a moment with her bow string drawn, her sharp golden eyes fixed

MSP Music & Art Curation Contest! // 20 USD Prize! I started the @msp-music account a few months ago as an initiative to help musicians. You can delegate to it and receive an automatic upvote, but

This is an original poem which I have written. It is an imagined glimpse into the lives of prehistoric steppe bison, as well as their North American descendants, and their relation to humans. Images are