Salem Islas-Madlo (ella/she/her)
@deepsouldiver.bsky.social
Chicana writer/poet/English teacher/mental health advocate/holistic energy coach/trauma care practitioner/eclectic hedge witch
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Tides rising—
the magnetic pull,
the marrow of the night—
toward confession.
Old names loosen in the blood,
silvered instincts pace their cages,
and memory learns again how to howl.
Stones remember oceans,
veins remember stars.
#WolfMoon
the magnetic pull,
the marrow of the night—
toward confession.
Old names loosen in the blood,
silvered instincts pace their cages,
and memory learns again how to howl.
Stones remember oceans,
veins remember stars.
#WolfMoon
January 3, 2026 at 7:08 PM
Tides rising—
the magnetic pull,
the marrow of the night—
toward confession.
Old names loosen in the blood,
silvered instincts pace their cages,
and memory learns again how to howl.
Stones remember oceans,
veins remember stars.
#WolfMoon
the magnetic pull,
the marrow of the night—
toward confession.
Old names loosen in the blood,
silvered instincts pace their cages,
and memory learns again how to howl.
Stones remember oceans,
veins remember stars.
#WolfMoon
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As 2026 begins there are no grand resolutions. No pressure to reinvent myself overnight. Just a soft goodbye to what’s complete, & a gentle choosing of what feels true, spacious, & alive.
Winter reminds us we don’t have to bloom to be growing. Some seasons are for rooting, integrating, & listening.
Winter reminds us we don’t have to bloom to be growing. Some seasons are for rooting, integrating, & listening.
January 2, 2026 at 5:39 AM
As 2026 begins there are no grand resolutions. No pressure to reinvent myself overnight. Just a soft goodbye to what’s complete, & a gentle choosing of what feels true, spacious, & alive.
Winter reminds us we don’t have to bloom to be growing. Some seasons are for rooting, integrating, & listening.
Winter reminds us we don’t have to bloom to be growing. Some seasons are for rooting, integrating, & listening.
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January 1, 2026 at 7:54 PM
Happy New Year’s dear beautiful world…happy and grateful to be alive. May we all feel the beauty of our own soul this year!
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Mary Chapin Carpenter - "New Years Day"
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January 1, 2026 at 3:48 PM
Happy New Year’s dear beautiful world…happy and grateful to be alive. May we all feel the beauty of our own soul this year!
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December 29, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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December 28, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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air so still, silent
crackle of ice underfoot
hibernating bear
#DailyHaikuPrompt #HaikuFeels #vss365 #HaikuSaturday #haiku #poetry
crackle of ice underfoot
hibernating bear
#DailyHaikuPrompt #HaikuFeels #vss365 #HaikuSaturday #haiku #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 3:44 PM
air so still, silent
crackle of ice underfoot
hibernating bear
#DailyHaikuPrompt #HaikuFeels #vss365 #HaikuSaturday #haiku #poetry
crackle of ice underfoot
hibernating bear
#DailyHaikuPrompt #HaikuFeels #vss365 #HaikuSaturday #haiku #poetry
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' #Winter night' by Canadian born printmaker and artist Carol Collette #WomensArt ❄️
December 27, 2025 at 5:30 PM
' #Winter night' by Canadian born printmaker and artist Carol Collette #WomensArt ❄️
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December 28, 2025 at 7:43 AM
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in the barn
hay all over the ground
an empty crib
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hay
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
hay all over the ground
an empty crib
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hay
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
December 24, 2025 at 2:33 PM
in the barn
hay all over the ground
an empty crib
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hay
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
hay all over the ground
an empty crib
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hay
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
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a shooting star
or santa in his sleigh?
christmas magic
#vss365 #shoot
#vsschristmas #christmasmagic
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
or santa in his sleigh?
christmas magic
#vss365 #shoot
#vsschristmas #christmasmagic
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
December 24, 2025 at 2:33 PM
a shooting star
or santa in his sleigh?
christmas magic
#vss365 #shoot
#vsschristmas #christmasmagic
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
or santa in his sleigh?
christmas magic
#vss365 #shoot
#vsschristmas #christmasmagic
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
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December 27, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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What would life be
if #struggle didn't exist,
would I remember
the blessings that stayed
after hope almost left?
If tears didn't hurt
when falling down my face
would I remember
what they meant
when I no longer wept?
It would be
like picking blackberries
from bushes
that had no thorns.
#vss365
if #struggle didn't exist,
would I remember
the blessings that stayed
after hope almost left?
If tears didn't hurt
when falling down my face
would I remember
what they meant
when I no longer wept?
It would be
like picking blackberries
from bushes
that had no thorns.
#vss365
December 26, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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Love arrives like weather—
sometimes suddenly..
sometimes after a long waiting
and it leaves just as naturally
Not because it was false,
but because it was alive
What comes can change;
what changes can depart.
It is brave to know
It means choosing transformation over possession.
#Understaning
sometimes suddenly..
sometimes after a long waiting
and it leaves just as naturally
Not because it was false,
but because it was alive
What comes can change;
what changes can depart.
It is brave to know
It means choosing transformation over possession.
#Understaning
December 27, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Love arrives like weather—
sometimes suddenly..
sometimes after a long waiting
and it leaves just as naturally
Not because it was false,
but because it was alive
What comes can change;
what changes can depart.
It is brave to know
It means choosing transformation over possession.
#Understaning
sometimes suddenly..
sometimes after a long waiting
and it leaves just as naturally
Not because it was false,
but because it was alive
What comes can change;
what changes can depart.
It is brave to know
It means choosing transformation over possession.
#Understaning
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For the winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
Yeats
Are blowing through my blood.
Yeats
December 27, 2025 at 6:41 PM
For the winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
Yeats
Are blowing through my blood.
Yeats
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‘The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!’ ~ Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. #BookWormSat ❄️
🖼️ Gustave Doré
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!’ ~ Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. #BookWormSat ❄️
🖼️ Gustave Doré
December 27, 2025 at 11:30 AM
‘The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!’ ~ Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. #BookWormSat ❄️
🖼️ Gustave Doré
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!’ ~ Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. #BookWormSat ❄️
🖼️ Gustave Doré
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the spark that formed the stars resides inside you
December 28, 2025 at 3:22 AM
the spark that formed the stars resides inside you
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December 27, 2025 at 8:40 AM
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The joy of quiet moments and little things.
December 28, 2025 at 3:27 AM
The joy of quiet moments and little things.
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December 26, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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December 27, 2025 at 4:36 PM