Charli Poe
@charlipoe.bsky.social
I write. Sometimes I write well. I wrote a mystery novel that I like.
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I say, the lady's #mountainous bosom has shook me to my core. Her mother–a dear member of the Athens' Gregories–knows too well the value of maintaining a cultivated mystique and has imparted on her daughter the appropriate sense of mixing good taste and decadence. I wonder what is the dowry.
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February 17, 2026 at 4:38 PM
I say, the lady's #mountainous bosom has shook me to my core. Her mother–a dear member of the Athens' Gregories–knows too well the value of maintaining a cultivated mystique and has imparted on her daughter the appropriate sense of mixing good taste and decadence. I wonder what is the dowry.
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#vss365
Little gnarled ice sculptures hand-placed by the night guide my eye from piece to place. I follow the steam of my breath and it trails behind me, leaving the only evidence of my presence a misty series of moments and thin plates of ice cracked under the weight of my feet that will melt and refreeze.
February 15, 2026 at 6:46 AM
Little gnarled ice sculptures hand-placed by the night guide my eye from piece to place. I follow the steam of my breath and it trails behind me, leaving the only evidence of my presence a misty series of moments and thin plates of ice cracked under the weight of my feet that will melt and refreeze.
Encased in ice, no longer even able bend her fingers enough to scrape at the frozen oxygen around her, her mind went to Boyd, to the night they shared in Antietam, to the #kiss and the broken buttons as she rushed with her blouse...
She flushed hot, and something dripped down her face.
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She flushed hot, and something dripped down her face.
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February 15, 2026 at 2:01 AM
Still nothing. Dig, dig dig. All I do is dig. More and more nothing. Just skin and gristle. Wait, bone. I'm getting somewhere. Soon, maybe. Yes, soon. The #lacuna in my temple, surely, must bear fruit soon. My mouth waters at the thought of the soft gray jumbly. Oh, yes, soon.
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February 13, 2026 at 7:09 AM
Kalliope dips her hand into the sand, #touching the moist layer of compacted silt underneath. It's cool. Along with ocean spray, it reminds her of those cloudy days when rain didn't fall so much as pause in the air, and her mother would take her into the hot library to find the week's book.
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February 11, 2026 at 10:04 PM
They spoke in tongues. As a child, that's what I thought. Those men with dust on their clothes, and dust in their smiles; I thought I saw dust afterimages left hanging in the air like cartoon coyotes
"I, I, I! Star tamales!" I heard one say, and "My #bones, tea osmeo" climbing into a pickup
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"I, I, I! Star tamales!" I heard one say, and "My #bones, tea osmeo" climbing into a pickup
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February 9, 2026 at 6:47 PM
Oh God, I'm glad I'm not a nurse.
Why?
You ever been in one of those emergency rooms during an actual emergency?! Alarms, chaos, #blood like you've never seen. That's my nightmare.
That sounds awful.
Yeah.
...
...
That's why we drain 'em first, I guess.
It's why you drain them first.
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Why?
You ever been in one of those emergency rooms during an actual emergency?! Alarms, chaos, #blood like you've never seen. That's my nightmare.
That sounds awful.
Yeah.
...
...
That's why we drain 'em first, I guess.
It's why you drain them first.
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February 7, 2026 at 10:54 PM
The #wound across the clockface tattoo often went unnoticed by those introduced to Yancy after the accident
If they noticed, it seemed a deliberate choice to use the scar as the clock's second hand. Those familiar, however, knew never to wind Yancy up lest the hands of the clock turn to them
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If they noticed, it seemed a deliberate choice to use the scar as the clock's second hand. Those familiar, however, knew never to wind Yancy up lest the hands of the clock turn to them
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February 6, 2026 at 4:30 PM
Mom...
The woman's words faded–ma—mm—m–until their sound bristled and swayed like desert wind. The world, too, grayed, muddied: maintaining luminance but losing form.
Until...lines, then shapes, #ghosts of ideas of things. Then color. Color? Whatever it was, it was brilliant, vibrant. Alive.
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The woman's words faded–ma—mm—m–until their sound bristled and swayed like desert wind. The world, too, grayed, muddied: maintaining luminance but losing form.
Until...lines, then shapes, #ghosts of ideas of things. Then color. Color? Whatever it was, it was brilliant, vibrant. Alive.
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February 4, 2026 at 6:20 PM
There was #pain and there was this. While laborers in cots or on floors might suffer the ache of thrice-torn muscles, and the invalids at Saint Petunia's might deal with the sting of bedsores, none of them knew the agony of having your reputation disintegrated on a global scale. Only I know.
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February 3, 2026 at 3:30 PM
When our neighbors left, they took with them a fern that had been at the corner of the yard since I was a baby. I was terrified of it: it had the shape of a horror-movie scarecrow. I always ran past their house, never at night.
Its absence #soothed me at first, but a piece of my childhood had gone.
Its absence #soothed me at first, but a piece of my childhood had gone.
February 1, 2026 at 12:00 AM
When our neighbors left, they took with them a fern that had been at the corner of the yard since I was a baby. I was terrified of it: it had the shape of a horror-movie scarecrow. I always ran past their house, never at night.
Its absence #soothed me at first, but a piece of my childhood had gone.
Its absence #soothed me at first, but a piece of my childhood had gone.
How can you be so wrinkled and so smooth at the same time? And the wool wrap on her head and lip smacking? Pt-pt-pt. Is she bald? #Obfuscating a rose wine birthmark? I won't be that chunky when I'm that old. I'm going to start exercising. My brain, especially.
Why's that kid looking at me?
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Why's that kid looking at me?
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January 29, 2026 at 4:19 PM
How can you be so wrinkled and so smooth at the same time? And the wool wrap on her head and lip smacking? Pt-pt-pt. Is she bald? #Obfuscating a rose wine birthmark? I won't be that chunky when I'm that old. I'm going to start exercising. My brain, especially.
Why's that kid looking at me?
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Why's that kid looking at me?
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were i to hear
in the airy
high-pitch vibrato
of the mosquito's wings
her pleas
for life
for the life of her children
would i spare a sip
accepting the improbable possibility of death or disease
and the inevitable itchy red lump
or would i still
clap the air
slap the wall
and paint my arm
with blood
in the airy
high-pitch vibrato
of the mosquito's wings
her pleas
for life
for the life of her children
would i spare a sip
accepting the improbable possibility of death or disease
and the inevitable itchy red lump
or would i still
clap the air
slap the wall
and paint my arm
with blood
January 28, 2026 at 9:37 AM
were i to hear
in the airy
high-pitch vibrato
of the mosquito's wings
her pleas
for life
for the life of her children
would i spare a sip
accepting the improbable possibility of death or disease
and the inevitable itchy red lump
or would i still
clap the air
slap the wall
and paint my arm
with blood
in the airy
high-pitch vibrato
of the mosquito's wings
her pleas
for life
for the life of her children
would i spare a sip
accepting the improbable possibility of death or disease
and the inevitable itchy red lump
or would i still
clap the air
slap the wall
and paint my arm
with blood
January 27, 2026 at 9:33 PM
The stone jutting from the edge of the waterfall was worn flat and smooth, coated by a thin film of water. A slight upturn at the #cusp of the rock prevented spillage, redirecting the deceptively active water down the side, returning it to the stream before dropping it onto the corpse below.
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January 26, 2026 at 6:49 PM
Thank you, he #murmured with a subtle closed-mouth smile. He stared at the stranger's chin when he accepted the cash, blessing them in God's name.
Two streets over, I heard train bells ring as flashing gates slowly descended.
The man scratched his arm littered with red pit stops of his own.
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Two streets over, I heard train bells ring as flashing gates slowly descended.
The man scratched his arm littered with red pit stops of his own.
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January 18, 2026 at 11:33 PM
Ten months into her nephew's blanket, Dani realized twelve rows she'd finished in May were–no, June, during the talks with Jan from Pocatello Regional Transit–were #wonky in a way that, while it didn't ruin the whole, gave it an uncanny look she needed to destroy; but it was 4 months overdue
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January 14, 2026 at 6:04 PM
I watch. Thin tonnes of colourless mist #travels lonely as clouds across a concavity scarcely removed from the expanding blankness.
No.
Give me the rain, let it rest a spell upon my cheeks or hair or dripping on my temples; may it remember me when next it coalesces, even as I forget.
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No.
Give me the rain, let it rest a spell upon my cheeks or hair or dripping on my temples; may it remember me when next it coalesces, even as I forget.
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December 31, 2025 at 7:57 AM
he cries afterward
a tit and the light rain outside
harmonize
a tit and the light rain outside
harmonize
December 29, 2025 at 5:38 PM
he cries afterward
a tit and the light rain outside
harmonize
a tit and the light rain outside
harmonize
December 16, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Our #apogee was in Joshua Tree. We tried prickly pears with the couple from Germany who somehow both couldn't stop arguing and couldn't keep their hands off each other. I remember your barely-disguised quizzical smile because it looked exactly how my face felt.
The way my face feels now.
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The way my face feels now.
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