William David Maxwell
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Novelist, poet, lover of all things nature and a life filled with passion. 40s. All poetry posted is my original work.
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The stars are brighter tonight. They tell me stories about you.
November 15, 2025 at 4:45 AM
The stars are brighter tonight. They tell me stories about you.
"What use is sobriety when I can get drunk on a curvy expanse of creme with laughter that is breathy in all the ways that matter. A full course meal where small talk was left to linger in the doorway. This is a moment for the sizzle of wax laced with sheets that won't be cool for long. Shall we?"
November 15, 2025 at 4:37 AM
"What use is sobriety when I can get drunk on a curvy expanse of creme with laughter that is breathy in all the ways that matter. A full course meal where small talk was left to linger in the doorway. This is a moment for the sizzle of wax laced with sheets that won't be cool for long. Shall we?"
"I measure understanding in the dirt on my boots from the lengthy road. In forests deep, I find certainty. Down streets of sulfur, I have chats with purgatory. You can see grace in the umbra of addiction without a dealer. My fix is the way filth makes your eyes sparkle. Gemstones lacking polish."
November 15, 2025 at 4:29 AM
"I measure understanding in the dirt on my boots from the lengthy road. In forests deep, I find certainty. Down streets of sulfur, I have chats with purgatory. You can see grace in the umbra of addiction without a dealer. My fix is the way filth makes your eyes sparkle. Gemstones lacking polish."
"Many are the gifts handed to those who lack the nuance to perceive them. Victimized by blurry depth perception of the spirit. Lost in their reflection, centered in their headspace. You could hand them the world, and they'll call it a closet. Not everyone wants to be helped. A facade."
#emoetry
#emoetry
November 15, 2025 at 4:13 AM
"Many are the gifts handed to those who lack the nuance to perceive them. Victimized by blurry depth perception of the spirit. Lost in their reflection, centered in their headspace. You could hand them the world, and they'll call it a closet. Not everyone wants to be helped. A facade."
#emoetry
#emoetry
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November 15, 2025 at 4:04 AM
"It takes time to learn the world through a lens of magic. The signs and portents are on display in the public square. They linger in low-end books written by the insane. Careful reflection shows the truth amongst the play acting. Many will be found after you've lost the reality to find the lie."
November 15, 2025 at 3:59 AM
"It takes time to learn the world through a lens of magic. The signs and portents are on display in the public square. They linger in low-end books written by the insane. Careful reflection shows the truth amongst the play acting. Many will be found after you've lost the reality to find the lie."
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Reposted by William David Maxwell
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November 14, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍,
𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍—
𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜..
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑,
𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍—𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎; 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍—
𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜..
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑,
𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍—𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎; 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
November 12, 2025 at 4:31 AM
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍,
𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍—
𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜..
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑,
𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍—𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎; 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍—
𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜..
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑,
𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍—𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎; 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
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As the year ends we've increased the footprint of indie presses from around the country. As times change it's important to support these smaller publishers who are putting out fascinating books. It's not surprising that so many indie pubs are putting out award winners. #smallpress #indiepublishers
November 14, 2025 at 12:28 AM
As the year ends we've increased the footprint of indie presses from around the country. As times change it's important to support these smaller publishers who are putting out fascinating books. It's not surprising that so many indie pubs are putting out award winners. #smallpress #indiepublishers
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November 13, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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In memory of our sweet cat Stan Lee, we're running a special sale on our website this holiday season. Get 20% off the new books with promo code Catmas at checkout.
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November 13, 2025 at 7:46 PM
In memory of our sweet cat Stan Lee, we're running a special sale on our website this holiday season. Get 20% off the new books with promo code Catmas at checkout.
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My mark is being forged. It is not yet written.
November 13, 2025 at 6:55 PM
My mark is being forged. It is not yet written.
"After the walls crashed down, and the silence came in. I was buoyant on a salty sea before the waves came for me. All the emotions I forgot came to drown me. I twist and struggle, hands unable to turn off the #faucet of feel. Until I swallowed it down, ate my passions, digested my doubts." Breathe"
November 13, 2025 at 2:39 PM
"After the walls crashed down, and the silence came in. I was buoyant on a salty sea before the waves came for me. All the emotions I forgot came to drown me. I twist and struggle, hands unable to turn off the #faucet of feel. Until I swallowed it down, ate my passions, digested my doubts." Breathe"
"A mind that refuses to cease chattering while my feelings thaw. Pumpkins and leaves in the snow make me out of season. I require tenderness to bridge all the gaps that the experience gave me. My ideas weave symbols of need and want and remembrance. Winter breaking up my journal pages."
#emoetry
#emoetry
November 13, 2025 at 2:30 PM
"A mind that refuses to cease chattering while my feelings thaw. Pumpkins and leaves in the snow make me out of season. I require tenderness to bridge all the gaps that the experience gave me. My ideas weave symbols of need and want and remembrance. Winter breaking up my journal pages."
#emoetry
#emoetry
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November 13, 2025 at 3:10 AM
Tori Amos harpsichord times and watching the snow melt. Good evening for me.
November 13, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Tori Amos harpsichord times and watching the snow melt. Good evening for me.
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"There are more than stars in my skies to reach for. I ask for the cosmic that left the horizon in the dustbin. Dream landscapes that made the nightmare worth the trip. A far past far away to forget what words taste like. Where travelers are welcome. Peace in the weird and passion in the strange."
November 13, 2025 at 12:05 AM
"There are more than stars in my skies to reach for. I ask for the cosmic that left the horizon in the dustbin. Dream landscapes that made the nightmare worth the trip. A far past far away to forget what words taste like. Where travelers are welcome. Peace in the weird and passion in the strange."
"You spotted me at a distance in the life bazaar and found my table intriguing. Standing across the street, a bemused grin on your lips. My wares were there to see, and you drank it all down. Made stories up in your mind, I was a #myth before I was real to you. A slow nod, a chuckle, you walk over."
November 12, 2025 at 10:18 PM
"You spotted me at a distance in the life bazaar and found my table intriguing. Standing across the street, a bemused grin on your lips. My wares were there to see, and you drank it all down. Made stories up in your mind, I was a #myth before I was real to you. A slow nod, a chuckle, you walk over."
"Time doesn't travel. It waits. It touches us, the elect that created the idea. Leaving its mark, telling us nothing except the little things. The broad circle of history is a better metric. I wear a grin through the frost of years. Imparting the tales of a hundred nights too warm to fear the flame"
November 12, 2025 at 10:07 PM
"Time doesn't travel. It waits. It touches us, the elect that created the idea. Leaving its mark, telling us nothing except the little things. The broad circle of history is a better metric. I wear a grin through the frost of years. Imparting the tales of a hundred nights too warm to fear the flame"
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In Flanders Fields - poem by Canadian John McCrae #Canada #LestWeForget
Pathologist and army physician, Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae was a poet; he wrote “In Flanders Fields” — one of the most famous poems of the First World War.
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Pathologist and army physician, Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae was a poet; he wrote “In Flanders Fields” — one of the most famous poems of the First World War.
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In Flanders Fields by John McCrae (May 1915)
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November 11, 2025 at 11:23 AM
In Flanders Fields - poem by Canadian John McCrae #Canada #LestWeForget
Pathologist and army physician, Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae was a poet; he wrote “In Flanders Fields” — one of the most famous poems of the First World War.
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Pathologist and army physician, Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae was a poet; he wrote “In Flanders Fields” — one of the most famous poems of the First World War.
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As extinction takes species after species, Inga and the people of Nordenmark must find a way to survive, and a reason to live, in the spaces death leaves behind.
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"See the symmetry in how decay falls in degrees. I've written novels with my eyes in the light of the beauty in imperfections. Every blink is a sentence with each sigh you gift me. I pen a page. Sculpting art out of what you call flaws because I love them. You don't contain the climax behind doubt."
November 11, 2025 at 3:05 PM
"See the symmetry in how decay falls in degrees. I've written novels with my eyes in the light of the beauty in imperfections. Every blink is a sentence with each sigh you gift me. I pen a page. Sculpting art out of what you call flaws because I love them. You don't contain the climax behind doubt."