Emma Wulfe
@emmawulfe.bsky.social
poetry & tiny stories ✍️
snail whisperer 🐌🌿
few spoons 🥄
(chronic illness edition)
UK
snail whisperer 🐌🌿
few spoons 🥄
(chronic illness edition)
UK
Pinned
Subglacially. The ice knows. It has known since before names, before warmth. In the cold black, microbes. Extremophiles unfurling. 15 million years of silence, yearning, thrust against itself. Science. The dentist chair. The drill’s hot bite—a clean, intimate crack. Oh. Hello.
#vss365
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November 14, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Subglacially. The ice knows. It has known since before names, before warmth. In the cold black, microbes. Extremophiles unfurling. 15 million years of silence, yearning, thrust against itself. Science. The dentist chair. The drill’s hot bite—a clean, intimate crack. Oh. Hello.
#vss365
#vss365
Reposted by Emma Wulfe
November 11, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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November 11, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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the rain still falling
the rain that fell yesterday
all you can absorb
the rain that fell yesterday
all you can absorb
November 12, 2025 at 9:52 PM
the rain still falling
the rain that fell yesterday
all you can absorb
the rain that fell yesterday
all you can absorb
The Auditor found Theseus misfiled under Agriculture. Our hero was slowly plowing labyrinths in concentric furrows, subsisting on red stringy corn. "Another fragment in the wrong section," she tutted. Theseus looked up, wide-eyed. "Má Día! No! I've finally found peace."
#vss365
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November 13, 2025 at 10:39 AM
The Auditor found Theseus misfiled under Agriculture. Our hero was slowly plowing labyrinths in concentric furrows, subsisting on red stringy corn. "Another fragment in the wrong section," she tutted. Theseus looked up, wide-eyed. "Má Día! No! I've finally found peace."
#vss365
#vss365
Literature
flickmouth
of a ghost-
turn celery clear
flake bark / fat of meaning / felt of page
a reliquary
a fruit stone
a marrow snow
Read
is to pulp
a guttering suit
breath shared to nothing
it is a wooden suit
#vss365 #Literature #poetry
flickmouth
of a ghost-
turn celery clear
flake bark / fat of meaning / felt of page
a reliquary
a fruit stone
a marrow snow
Read
is to pulp
a guttering suit
breath shared to nothing
it is a wooden suit
#vss365 #Literature #poetry
November 10, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Literature
flickmouth
of a ghost-
turn celery clear
flake bark / fat of meaning / felt of page
a reliquary
a fruit stone
a marrow snow
Read
is to pulp
a guttering suit
breath shared to nothing
it is a wooden suit
#vss365 #Literature #poetry
flickmouth
of a ghost-
turn celery clear
flake bark / fat of meaning / felt of page
a reliquary
a fruit stone
a marrow snow
Read
is to pulp
a guttering suit
breath shared to nothing
it is a wooden suit
#vss365 #Literature #poetry
It is the law and it is the law and it is the law. Enormous bird. Ugly wet embryonic. If you bury it. It will cry. You cannot. It wants to be held. You cannot. You put it inside grandma's shoebox. On TV they set themselves on fire. You will not you will not you will not.
#vss365 #law
#vss365 #law
November 9, 2025 at 10:03 AM
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November 8, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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This Autumn woodland path talks in bilirubin phrases
Telling the story of spring and summer with #language made of colours and smells that permeate receptive minds
Quiet is the wind
Mist holds secrets
Which winter will bury forever
#vss365
Birch by Ullswater
October 23rd 2023
#Photography
Telling the story of spring and summer with #language made of colours and smells that permeate receptive minds
Quiet is the wind
Mist holds secrets
Which winter will bury forever
#vss365
Birch by Ullswater
October 23rd 2023
#Photography
November 8, 2025 at 1:32 PM
This Autumn woodland path talks in bilirubin phrases
Telling the story of spring and summer with #language made of colours and smells that permeate receptive minds
Quiet is the wind
Mist holds secrets
Which winter will bury forever
#vss365
Birch by Ullswater
October 23rd 2023
#Photography
Telling the story of spring and summer with #language made of colours and smells that permeate receptive minds
Quiet is the wind
Mist holds secrets
Which winter will bury forever
#vss365
Birch by Ullswater
October 23rd 2023
#Photography
Reposted by Emma Wulfe
reverential touch;
your scalpeltip, my shiver–
we’ll remember this
your scalpeltip, my shiver–
we’ll remember this
i waited for this
words bladedrawn on parchment skin
letters, of blood lost
words bladedrawn on parchment skin
letters, of blood lost
November 7, 2025 at 6:18 PM
reverential touch;
your scalpeltip, my shiver–
we’ll remember this
your scalpeltip, my shiver–
we’ll remember this
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what remains of her,
the indigestible parts–
gristle; stubborn spite
the indigestible parts–
gristle; stubborn spite
November 8, 2025 at 12:24 PM
what remains of her,
the indigestible parts–
gristle; stubborn spite
the indigestible parts–
gristle; stubborn spite
Post-migraine epistemological vertigo... Doctor! She’s trying to reduce emergent reality again...
November 8, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Post-migraine epistemological vertigo... Doctor! She’s trying to reduce emergent reality again...
A burn-script.
Wingbeats translate: immolation—pure. Desire devours cellular language. Moth. Luminescent wound dissolving. Attraction looming over a delicate syntactical skin. Moth smiling with a world's hereity. Stuckjaw feeling of the moon between her teeth.
Honeying.
#vss365 #language
Wingbeats translate: immolation—pure. Desire devours cellular language. Moth. Luminescent wound dissolving. Attraction looming over a delicate syntactical skin. Moth smiling with a world's hereity. Stuckjaw feeling of the moon between her teeth.
Honeying.
#vss365 #language
November 8, 2025 at 11:10 AM
History sounds like quicksilver owls. Their silence is captivating. You sleep in a foraged quilt of phantom tastes. Somewhere mold powdering, the white bloom of forgotten oranges. You remain unafraid. Night breathes silk in jasmine. You float out of a window. You remain unafraid.
#vss365 #history
#vss365 #history
November 7, 2025 at 6:37 PM
The migraine is a country roadless
radio slam-
banging
geography geography geography
until syllables split pulp
until mouth forgets lips
until word loses north
somewhere
is a tar pit bubbling over
crater-spit logic.
Come like a cracked egg soft
cover me in it.
#vss365
radio slam-
banging
geography geography geography
until syllables split pulp
until mouth forgets lips
until word loses north
somewhere
is a tar pit bubbling over
crater-spit logic.
Come like a cracked egg soft
cover me in it.
#vss365
November 6, 2025 at 8:47 PM
The migraine is a country roadless
radio slam-
banging
geography geography geography
until syllables split pulp
until mouth forgets lips
until word loses north
somewhere
is a tar pit bubbling over
crater-spit logic.
Come like a cracked egg soft
cover me in it.
#vss365
radio slam-
banging
geography geography geography
until syllables split pulp
until mouth forgets lips
until word loses north
somewhere
is a tar pit bubbling over
crater-spit logic.
Come like a cracked egg soft
cover me in it.
#vss365
Reposted by Emma Wulfe
November 5, 2025 at 7:44 AM
Reposted by Emma Wulfe
Pine sap residue
Sticking while stacking wood for
Winter on the porch.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Pine/Sap/Porch #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
Sticking while stacking wood for
Winter on the porch.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Pine/Sap/Porch #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
November 5, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Pine sap residue
Sticking while stacking wood for
Winter on the porch.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Pine/Sap/Porch #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
Sticking while stacking wood for
Winter on the porch.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Pine/Sap/Porch #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
She is fatigued and is #famous for it. Her burnout has been photographed for 17 high-fashion magazines. People touch at her like it's curious fabric. At parties, strangers ask to borrow her sleep. She keeps it in a rubber pouch which smells of chlorine. If it leaks, she jerks awake.
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#vss365
November 5, 2025 at 11:14 AM
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November 4, 2025 at 8:19 AM
Touch teaches touch teaches like a warmly book much thumbed wet smudge a door write here and here is everywhere spine spilling yes yes an education of yes. Again. The body's curriculum slow perfect not quite repetition until wildyes knowing flowers shiver out of her head.
#vss365
#vss365
November 4, 2025 at 9:14 AM
Touch teaches touch teaches like a warmly book much thumbed wet smudge a door write here and here is everywhere spine spilling yes yes an education of yes. Again. The body's curriculum slow perfect not quite repetition until wildyes knowing flowers shiver out of her head.
#vss365
#vss365
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November 2, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Reposted by Emma Wulfe
#vss365
“May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places where your life is #domesticated and safe, take you to territories of true otherness – where all that is awkward in you can fall into rhythm.”
- John O’Donohue
“May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places where your life is #domesticated and safe, take you to territories of true otherness – where all that is awkward in you can fall into rhythm.”
- John O’Donohue
November 3, 2025 at 9:04 AM
#vss365
“May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places where your life is #domesticated and safe, take you to territories of true otherness – where all that is awkward in you can fall into rhythm.”
- John O’Donohue
“May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places where your life is #domesticated and safe, take you to territories of true otherness – where all that is awkward in you can fall into rhythm.”
- John O’Donohue
A marzipan cage; the house tastes of her. Everything she touches becomes hers, touches back. At night, walls press close, pulsing. She runs her mouth along a lip of cool glass. Domestic. The cat knows. Paces. The word is a fury, agreeing to purr. In small, slow circles.
#vss365 #domestic
#vss365 #domestic
November 3, 2025 at 2:16 PM