Charli Poe
@charlipoe.bsky.social
I write. Sometimes I write well. I wrote a mystery novel that I like.
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November 25, 2025 at 9:16 PM
#Science. Science. Science, science, science. Maybe if I repeat it enough, if I get an award and quotes in Men's Health and Cosmo; maybe if I go on TV with just the right amount of humility, hurt and self-righteous fervor. And numbers. Maybe if people argue its merits, that will make it so.
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November 14, 2025 at 10:11 PM
November 13, 2025 at 2:58 AM
He looked even smaller there on the corner. The boy's wide jean shorts hung below his shins, and the striped shirt slunk on one side. He saw his father coming, a smiling, lumbering man, nearly 7ft tall. So large, the boy thought, he could carry the sun on his back
"I myth you," the boy said.
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"I myth you," the boy said.
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 8:16 PM
He looked even smaller there on the corner. The boy's wide jean shorts hung below his shins, and the striped shirt slunk on one side. He saw his father coming, a smiling, lumbering man, nearly 7ft tall. So large, the boy thought, he could carry the sun on his back
"I myth you," the boy said.
#vss365
"I myth you," the boy said.
#vss365
A man
used to say:
Beware
the redundant:
wispy clouds
cold frost
emotional instability.
In #literature
he said
it's precision
self-reflection
intent.
But
personally
in my humble opinion
what's more redundant
than self-reflection?
I am a mirror
looking at
a mirror
in a room
full of I's.
#vss365
used to say:
Beware
the redundant:
wispy clouds
cold frost
emotional instability.
In #literature
he said
it's precision
self-reflection
intent.
But
personally
in my humble opinion
what's more redundant
than self-reflection?
I am a mirror
looking at
a mirror
in a room
full of I's.
#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 4:03 PM
A man
used to say:
Beware
the redundant:
wispy clouds
cold frost
emotional instability.
In #literature
he said
it's precision
self-reflection
intent.
But
personally
in my humble opinion
what's more redundant
than self-reflection?
I am a mirror
looking at
a mirror
in a room
full of I's.
#vss365
used to say:
Beware
the redundant:
wispy clouds
cold frost
emotional instability.
In #literature
he said
it's precision
self-reflection
intent.
But
personally
in my humble opinion
what's more redundant
than self-reflection?
I am a mirror
looking at
a mirror
in a room
full of I's.
#vss365
#Law. Inviolate; inscrutable. The phantom pain of an expanse beyond the tiny bubbles in which we lie, distorting all views by re-lensing the real outside these shrinking spheres. And yet, peeks; incursions; hints of hints of hints. Only to be confused with the words of a bombast or a beauty.
#vss365
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November 9, 2025 at 11:38 PM
As a child, I understood the #language of wind. It whispered and sang, and I with it. It hinted at trees to climb and streams to cool my body. I smiled and laughed, and the coarse translation was rewarded with a joy that passed beyond understanding. We were compatriots, the wind and I.
#vss365
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 7:01 PM
November 8, 2025 at 5:41 AM
It's 1998 and my sister walks into a #Famous Footwear to ask about a now hiring sign. She says to wait outside. Fine
Someone coughs; I spin. In foam flipflops and a Care Bears shirt, a woman is sitting on the curb. She's not wearing pants, only a bikini bottom. Another cough-I flee inside
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Someone coughs; I spin. In foam flipflops and a Care Bears shirt, a woman is sitting on the curb. She's not wearing pants, only a bikini bottom. Another cough-I flee inside
#vss365
November 5, 2025 at 8:57 PM
November 1, 2025 at 5:03 AM
The day you left, I watched an empty bag of Wonderbread #creep across the parking lot of a closed Pamida. The plastic was stained, containing fragments of earth that danced as it slid and tumbled and—for a moment—rose into the air, spinning like a ballerina suspended in a fragile forever.
#vss365
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October 28, 2025 at 6:08 AM
October 26, 2025 at 8:29 AM
flickering lightbulb
measurement marks on the jamb
grown short and faded
#haiku
#dailyhaikuprompt
#north #senryu
measurement marks on the jamb
grown short and faded
#haiku
#dailyhaikuprompt
#north #senryu
October 22, 2025 at 4:14 AM
flickering lightbulb
measurement marks on the jamb
grown short and faded
#haiku
#dailyhaikuprompt
#north #senryu
measurement marks on the jamb
grown short and faded
#haiku
#dailyhaikuprompt
#north #senryu
No gutters. Rain streams down the eaves in unbroken strands that glitter in the orange glow of the city. And below—sodden, soft—twisted roots rustle as the tangled corpus of #android HG79-X6-0058 shifts; perhaps alive, perhaps something else. Wet digits which once remembered fingers twitch.
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October 19, 2025 at 4:03 AM
October 18, 2025 at 7:17 AM
October 8, 2025 at 6:50 PM
October 7, 2025 at 3:30 AM
Tonight, the moon in your eyes is no reflection. It is the sun shining through, radiating. On me.
I flush, drawn despite hesitation. I stop, losing myself. I am hollow, a layer of bronze, an #escutcheon awaiting its key.
Is it you? I must know; I reach to you. We touch, we fuse, we burn.
#vss365
I flush, drawn despite hesitation. I stop, losing myself. I am hollow, a layer of bronze, an #escutcheon awaiting its key.
Is it you? I must know; I reach to you. We touch, we fuse, we burn.
#vss365
September 29, 2025 at 4:57 AM
Tonight, the moon in your eyes is no reflection. It is the sun shining through, radiating. On me.
I flush, drawn despite hesitation. I stop, losing myself. I am hollow, a layer of bronze, an #escutcheon awaiting its key.
Is it you? I must know; I reach to you. We touch, we fuse, we burn.
#vss365
I flush, drawn despite hesitation. I stop, losing myself. I am hollow, a layer of bronze, an #escutcheon awaiting its key.
Is it you? I must know; I reach to you. We touch, we fuse, we burn.
#vss365
#sonorous
your words grabbed me by the shoulders
holding me there
i grew afraid
worried
would i ever move again
should i
slowly
your voice dissolved like honey in tea
a little sweet
a little bitter
and then
gone
i have to close my eyes now
to remember
the thunder when you spoke
but i don't
#vss365
your words grabbed me by the shoulders
holding me there
i grew afraid
worried
would i ever move again
should i
slowly
your voice dissolved like honey in tea
a little sweet
a little bitter
and then
gone
i have to close my eyes now
to remember
the thunder when you spoke
but i don't
#vss365
September 26, 2025 at 9:47 PM
September 26, 2025 at 6:15 AM
September 15, 2025 at 6:17 AM
I shouldn't rub my eyes
but the lilac sky is bright
I rustle the child-safety seat
too big for it now
soon
he'll be too big for us both
Tomorrow
a thing of the #past
I shouldn't rub my eyes
but the smell of gasoline is strong
The smell of my childhood
I take a long whiff
and rub my eyes
#vss365
but the lilac sky is bright
I rustle the child-safety seat
too big for it now
soon
he'll be too big for us both
Tomorrow
a thing of the #past
I shouldn't rub my eyes
but the smell of gasoline is strong
The smell of my childhood
I take a long whiff
and rub my eyes
#vss365
September 1, 2025 at 2:27 PM
the smell of old pickles
and cigarette smoke
your bruised smile
apologies addressed to the floor
your voice breaks
and you hear
a sort of harmony
tangled with bad decisions
and futures you dared not #yearn for
the math league certificate
you won in fourth grade
framed on your mother's wall
#vss365
and cigarette smoke
your bruised smile
apologies addressed to the floor
your voice breaks
and you hear
a sort of harmony
tangled with bad decisions
and futures you dared not #yearn for
the math league certificate
you won in fourth grade
framed on your mother's wall
#vss365
August 31, 2025 at 1:59 PM
The problem with Plato's cave is that we know what caves, fire and shadows are. We can say they carry no #malignant intention because they are trapped in our imagination. We cannot but imagine what's outside.
We are not in a cave; we are in a p̶s̶c̶åùl̶g̶h̶îd̶d̶œ, and we know nothing of escape.
#vss365
We are not in a cave; we are in a p̶s̶c̶åùl̶g̶h̶îd̶d̶œ, and we know nothing of escape.
#vss365
August 29, 2025 at 2:22 AM
The problem with Plato's cave is that we know what caves, fire and shadows are. We can say they carry no #malignant intention because they are trapped in our imagination. We cannot but imagine what's outside.
We are not in a cave; we are in a p̶s̶c̶åùl̶g̶h̶îd̶d̶œ, and we know nothing of escape.
#vss365
We are not in a cave; we are in a p̶s̶c̶åùl̶g̶h̶îd̶d̶œ, and we know nothing of escape.
#vss365