Eye of Emotional Hurricane.

In Backwater, I write in peace and solitude.

Standing on beach near Backwater home, Eye of emotional hurricane calm and serene yet eyewall surrounds, Dense circling emotional maelstrom.

Writers complain declining reads, Trial other sites, AI intrudes, For each problem others publish workaround and fix-it stories, Medium’s echo chamber hurricane of never ending rhetoric.

Counterfeit accounts proliferating scams alienating both readers and writers, Exacerbate emotional hurricane by disrupting trust, “Whose my friend?”

There is life-vest of sorts Be vigilant and check for lack of followers non-member status and use of unfamiliar language, Block and report suspect accounts.

Medium.com seems to be missing in action, Hurricane made worse by insecurity, When I will be washed away?

Bit like wondering when I’ll be mugged walking to shop?

Stay at Home.

Here I be in hurricane’s eye, Quiet backwater, Contententedly writing prose and poetry, Vigilant but welcoming friends, Providing shelter for words and thoughts.

Thoughts

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag Archipelago told of Soviet labour camp system, concentration camps within sea of Russian society.

Perhaps medium.com headed for mirror image of Solzhenitsyn’s metaphor, Archipelago of safe havens in a sea of corruption and strife?

Hope.

With troubled thoughts walk my Gaia’s garden, Flowering beauty, Inspired, Won’t give in, Always striving to overcome circling dark, Embracing light and hope.

Blessed be.