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EchoGnomics
@echognomics.bsky.social
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Randomly curious writer. Invisibly disabled. Published in various genres. Will post science articles with or without #SciHaiku... because I can.
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EchoGnomics @echognomics.bsky.social · 4d
#PoemsAbout #Timeslips
#vssmagic #crescent
#vss365 #sear
#MPPrompt
#beg
Poem formatted on a green gradient, like the color of pickles. "Like a ten-gallon pickle jar lid, I will not move" I will not budge, no matter their begs, tricks, or tears. They summon itinerant basketball players to grip my lid. Their fingerspans do not move me. They drag in mechanics with tools. What deprives cars of their nuts fails. I am uncrackable, timeslipped from a future that sears, where pickles themselves decide when to leave my sterile sanctum As the red sun strikes just right after the crescent moon’s fully kissed Pisces in the sky, And I ascend to astral planes.
echognomics.bsky.social
👉For your consideration: "The Dejected re-activity of Shrinking Violets."

Prompts credit roll: #vss365 #bend
#WildWalkPrompt #Bouquet #emoetry #dejected
#BedroomEyes #fluorite_dreams #retribution
#Foxprose #shed_the_lining
#WIPsnips #activity
#RetroArtPrompt #wise
All corpses are fictional.
Poem on a blurred floral background with orange, pink, red and green. "The Dejected Re-Activity of Shrinking Violets When he told me my fluorite dreams were just glitzy rainbows of illusion and meant I had rocks in my head I knew it was time to shed the lining of affection and deliver a retribution bouquet of bent petunias, tansies buttercups, traces of monkshood, black dahlias & roses (channeling Emily Dickinson with full ‘roid rage) with a flowery kidnap note demanding money equal in value to a heart transplant as mocking distraction while I skipped the country. Wise? No. But they never ruled it murder, so. "
January 21, 2026 at 8:46 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
FRIGIDITY

True #cold makes ice sublimate to arid air.
Tendons and ribs crackle in snug housing.
Brass monkeys castrate themselves.

Under the haloed moon's bend
deer, rabbit, wolf and fox hunker,
hoarding body heat
until the sun returns
without ghostly sundogs
or eerie halo
to resurrect warmth.
January 21, 2026 at 6:58 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Whirled peace: chaos, gentled.

#7syllablesentence #peace.
January 21, 2026 at 6:15 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Carboniferous remnant of forests
Optimal to feed patience of fires:
Anthracite, nearly diamond-difficult,
Lights blue for maximum heat.

Smoky power generation,
Ominous in air quality,
Offensive paired with red wine.
Time to abandon its use.

#ThreeWordGenre Patience #AcrosticJanuary Coal SOOT
January 20, 2026 at 11:27 PM
echognomics.bsky.social
NATURE MEETS CRAFT
Moth keeps pace
with lantern glow’s parallax,
Spiraling to smoke.

FIRESTARTER’S JOY
Relief: flames, not moons,
are behind the jonquil glows
on the black ocean.

#HaikuFeels Pace #BSPP49 L's G #DailyHaikuPrompt Smoke/Moth #Haiku4u Relief #HaikuChallenge Jonquil #MPPrompt parallax
January 20, 2026 at 11:12 PM
echognomics.bsky.social
Prompts Credit Roll: #vss365 loom #WIPsnips troll #vssdaily extinct #emoetry cautious #BraveWrite vestige #OurPoetryX diverse #2wordprompt wait, toe #RetroArtPrompt rocked #foxprose where_eternity_ends #firewords280 regimented, rest #inkmine sunny, shape, smoldering #GLOWprompt thriller, clinic etc.
Text on a background of red cogs and wheels. A Brief Thriller For Women No good times exist to face the looming vestiges of trolls purported extinct from an age of diverse ice floes rocked by mastadons’ stumbles into where eternity ends, encircled by polar bear hordes. I couldn’t think of a worse time just now. my cautious knees apart,heels in stirrups, toes barren of jackboots, and my guns at rest from the usual regimented routine. As I pulled off my headphones, briefly furious at the clinic for not teaching these smoldering shapes of misogynic grievances to wait, the zesty surprise of blood in progress bewildered their meager wits. A sunny lining which let me grab my guns. After a brief noise, we resumed things. Ladies’ problems come first. ECHOGNOMICS
January 20, 2026 at 10:43 PM
echognomics.bsky.social
The sunset blossoms
in a feral glory rhyming
with complicated peace within
which still draws some
resonance from when
I cried so many sunsets,
and raged through others.

#non-Bskyprompts
January 20, 2026 at 5:57 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
My dreams lately are cautious;
related to a sense that things are
about to crack like a burl in wood--
right in the hardest scars of historic
branches undone, while the soft
and pliant may persist yet only so far.

#Emoetry #Cautious #2WordPrompt relate/sense #dailyimageprompt #MPPrompt dream
January 20, 2026 at 2:57 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
#vssdaily #extinct #moonmystic #nowhere near a heart #Foxprose flare of ginger
@glowprompt.bsky.social

Abandoned in a flare of ginger
by the junk-strewn creek,
youthful traipsers find
an extinct stethoscope-shaped
car air-freshener lying by
a even more extinct body,
both nowhere near a heart.
January 20, 2026 at 2:44 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Gazing slowly from a grizzled face,
A blinkered beast chews its cud
on an initial draft, roughly musing
what a more aesthetic mode
would require: character, plot,
sparkling description, fewer fart gags?

#WeirdMicro #GrimScribe #Dawnchorus 1-19
January 20, 2026 at 2:08 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Sky never censures
The clothes flapping from the line:
nosy neighbors blame.

#haikufeels #blame
January 20, 2026 at 2:01 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
From scrawny body,
a munificence of mews
as kitten learns world.

#WildWalkPrompt #kitten
January 20, 2026 at 1:53 AM
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moral10.bsky.social
“I’m tired of endlessly explaining myself”—not because you lack clarity, but because disabled dating often turns into a lecture before a connection. This piece explores the emotional labor of constant explaining—and why your worth isn’t defined.
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#DisabilityDating#Labor
“I’m Tired of Explaining Myself” in Disabled Dating - Includate
Stop the lecture. Manage emotional labor in disabled dating and dating for the disabled to find real love.
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January 19, 2026 at 4:20 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Subtlety depends on people adopting the right perspective to your words. Many fiction writers elide the actual core of what happened and why because they hope hinting is enough. It's too often not.
fravery.bsky.social fravery.bsky.social @fravery.bsky.social · 5d
"The most dangerous form of blindness is believing that your perspective is the only reality."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
January 19, 2026 at 7:28 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Death of a Love Gone Quiet

#Silent_memories #bumble through my brain
while #inclusive sob #tracks trigger
#I_promise_you I’m never getting back
into that #wordless #coffin.

#MPPrompt #OurPoetryX #track #BedroomEyesPrompt
#vssmagic #vssdaily
January 19, 2026 at 7:15 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Elfchen poem: GENTLE

Tension
spurs anxiety,
brings calming words.
I will guard thee,
sweetness.

#WI11Wstories (IG) #whisperin11words
January 19, 2026 at 5:59 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
#Devotion

Having nothing
but myself to give
I tithe my time and being
privately
without audit or demand,
but heavily for what I have
often all of me.

Without promise or schedule
I tithe in actions
taken
whenever it is truest
to myself.

#WI11Wstories on IG #whisperin11words #poemprompts
January 19, 2026 at 5:55 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
On a Welsh racetrack:
a bewildered penguin
begs folks for herring.

#Emoetry #bewildered #WildWalkPrompt #penguin #haikufeels #track
January 19, 2026 at 4:14 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
In response to #MPPrompt request to write from the How-POV of a mountain or stone.

Poet looks at mounts
and asks how their peaks work
Geology explains.

#Emoetry #affectionate, #VssMagic #pound #VSS365 #dapple and haikufeels #look Also special thanks to Dr. Deepak Dev.
Poem on blue-grey crystal background. "Interrogating the Montaine Psyche" Poets often speak to me. thrilled when my valleys echo back, then verisfying about gods surveying the world from high, apparently attempting to think like mountains. No poet has before directly inquired just how I view the world. I am not spirit or god, but geology. My rocky veins transmit sunlight patterns by warming rock expanding hard against colder shale, causing faint tremors for softer rocks to record. I feel the world’s rhythms this way, by rock rubbing rock. Echognomics, January 17 2026 The strongest gales are affectionate in caressing my peaks Their roars inform me I exist. Water also conveys information enriching my senses, for entire ecosystems balance on my rocks and streams. . My south slope warms in sun while my northwestern slope sleeps in snow. I know both as equally good. When the seasons turn, I know their meaning by the feel of snow, ice and rain and life’s bustle upon me EchoGnomics January 17, 2026. Page 2 of 3 Long before humanity my interior recorded the skies. I know solar flares, the stars, the moon pulling the tides’ pound, and the dappled hum from everywhere. Your astronomers climb me to to get better looks. I understand. I am small before the cosmos, too. The sky teaches me proportion. And so I exist, aware I am in harmony with myself and the world. Is that not happiness defined? EchoGnomics January 17, 2026
January 18, 2026 at 11:02 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Turn back the clock, rewrite the past,
Pshaw, let's go hold each other now
in an alternative world
where this is not happening
call everybody we love
to say we struck it rich
we found the best of all worlds.

#BedroomEyesPrompt #TurnBackTheClock
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January 18, 2026 at 8:06 AM
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I really thought about this poem on many levels. Thank you for sharing with Bsky.
drdeepakdev.bsky.social Dr. Deepak Dev @drdeepakdev.bsky.social · 6d
THE GRAMMAR OF WAITING
— a human season speaking back

Some storms are not chaos, only honesty.
Some silences are not absence, only conservation.
Weather passes. Roots endure.

#poetrycommunity #poetryasthought #creativewriting
January 18, 2026 at 6:26 AM
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Taking a break from writing today folks, in the meantime please welcome the latest verified account of icegov with a swift block like I did, or however you choose to welcome them here.. kinda stunned to be honest.
January 17, 2026 at 6:50 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
##vss365 #dapple #emoetry #Willful
Willful fillies sharpen the craft of marehood. Willful stallions create violent hoofstorms. Willful dogs run for their nose-freedom. Willful cats are just fully woke cats. Willful women move mountains rock by rock through great suffering and relentless power at organizing repeated mountain-moving bees. The true unicorns are willful men; called though stubborn, cranky, fanatic but never “willful” like a spirited horse restless at the rein. They too exist and move mountains with willful women, also being smart enough to listen to ‘em.
January 17, 2026 at 5:31 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Getting the hang of making Canva cough up decent backgrounds.

#dew #Wildwalkprompt #violets
#Violated #emoetry
#BedroomEyesPrompt #lost_loves
Poem against a background of pink-white roses on white. "Rejoining the Loversoul" Belief in lost loves being truly lost is phantasm. True love accompanies your innermost self inseparable from your becoming a lover and the beloved. The soggy night turns cold in their departure and your hard relearning, then warms with the dawn, condensing dew. Violets’ scents fade, but never their vividness, nor do they sour the sweetness of the new rose. Recalling how you two were never violated that sacred moment with a new lover in arms. In love, the deepest self slips the mooring of time; bringing experience forward and understanding backwards: not a clinging, but radiance expanding, ready to bloom into the tenderness of today. EchoGnomics
January 17, 2026 at 4:32 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
A meaningless joke:
The hungry eaglet begged Dad,
"Prey for me, prey please!"

#haikufeels #beg #senryu
#Grimscribe prompt 1/16 Meaningless Joke
January 17, 2026 at 12:00 AM