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driftingisland.bsky.social
A
@driftingisland.bsky.social
Transcendental dreamer

https://open.substack.com/pub/driftingisland

{@driftingixland on the dead bird app}
Pinned
So beautiful you have to crush it a little
Rainy New Year’s Eve in San Francisco.
Peace to us all in 2026
January 1, 2026 at 2:14 AM
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Never stop writing yourself into existence
December 27, 2025 at 7:03 AM
Decorating the darkness with tinsel and sparkles
December 20, 2025 at 5:47 PM
It’s a strange feeling to not miss anything or anyone and to not feel haunted. Maybe because I’m writing again.
December 19, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Dreamt of post WW3 Paris. I’m in a surviving family’s bunker, looking out at thousands of rows of bunkers covered in vibrant graffiti. Skaters’ playground, mesmerizing. The family are found people, Indian, Nigerian, French. They celebrate every event with paper flowers, rituals.
July 11, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Time traveling on the long slow bus through the city
July 3, 2025 at 2:52 PM
The magical Monday to Saturday transformation from corporate bitch to island witch
June 28, 2025 at 3:13 PM
Micro dream about two foxes emerging unscathed from the snow after a fire, one called Flame and the other called Destiny.
June 26, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Wonder sparkling through my blood
June 24, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Temescal
June 22, 2025 at 4:38 AM
Deliciously lush lazy summer days, drifting between daydreams and sleep, floating under the trees and endless blue sky
June 21, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Pulled myself from one rabbit hole into another
June 21, 2025 at 9:39 PM
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your words melt on my tongue
like a summer memory
drizzled with poems

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt (shaved ice)
June 16, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Woke from a micro dream where we were hanging up a banner saying: We begin again, but not from this world.
June 16, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Dreamt wild dogs growled outside the broken window in the dead of night. I shout loudly in defense and we have a standoff. My shouts turn into barks and then I’m howling, howling, turning into some other primal thing, and even the dogs are afraid.
June 4, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Burning for days, parched for quenching waters and cool whispers
May 31, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Dreamt I was in a luxurious resort where we all lounged in silk robes in dark wood paneled chambers. My suite was draped in billowing, diaphanous tapestries of deep midnight and lapis blues, adorned with intricate embroidery of entwining vines and peacocks. Of course I take pics.
May 30, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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may slips away
day moons and deer paths
May 26, 2025 at 11:58 AM
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To be dreamt by the dream.
May 28, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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Summer’s calling and we get wilder every day, unwinding towards the infinite green and gold
April 14, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Dreamt I lived in war torn France. I’m an ordinary shop girl by day and scheming with the rebellion by night. My room is hidden inside an old bookstore with a false storefront. The city lost power, there’s only candlelight. Danger lurks everywhere.
May 29, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Woke up murmuring ancient incantations again
May 29, 2025 at 1:42 PM
Dance-fighting my way outta this rage, as per usual, music on blast and twirling like a shaman
May 26, 2025 at 5:46 AM
This one is close to my heart.

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Driftwood
I can’t recall the last time I’d seen Mia and now here she was at my front door, head shaved, asking for a ride to the airport.
open.substack.com
May 25, 2025 at 6:00 AM