jared mulhair
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jared mulhair
@jaredmulhair.bsky.social
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he fled the algorithm once it began to bramble & fell in with the ministry of mist—their valley of swanlight, bodies only plasma, good earth a gamble. days filled with the silky business of vapor, shawling the land in its own soft karma. floating murmurs into armor.

#vss365
i won’t sing the deep thing from a corner. who would take me for their favorite riptide? this could be so jubilant, dear arteries, but you love a swivel—and they wonder how a body turns that grayer form of gorgeous. as if wonder was the ember and not the sum of deaths before it.
May 14, 2025 at 3:33 AM
i may dissolve today.

it all depends
on how my salt behaves—

the way it cakes across your skin.

my ricochet of crystal
off your fickle chemistry within.

i only want to alter you

till i become the salt of you
& the mist upon your flesh

is the bliss in which i swim.

#vss365
May 12, 2025 at 10:13 PM
remember
to disappear
every so often
May 7, 2025 at 5:26 AM
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whatever happened to giving angry young men in the shadows a guitar, a copy of nirvana’s nevermind and a single solitary joint
May 4, 2025 at 12:25 AM
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toss into concepts
awareness like a pebble
scattering pigeons

#vss365
May 2, 2025 at 5:47 PM
he fled the algorithm once it began to bramble & fell in with the ministry of mist—their valley of swanlight, bodies only plasma, good earth a gamble. days filled with the silky business of vapor, shawling the land in its own soft karma. floating murmurs into armor.

#vss365
May 2, 2025 at 3:24 PM
over the moon to have my ekphrastic poem land amid such brilliance!
Congratulations to Sarah O'Grady, winner of April's "The Winged Muse" and to our commended writers. Thank you to everyone who submitted to our ekphrastic prompt "The Weeping Man" by Ise Cellier @isecellier.

Read the winner's poem and commended works here: thewingedmoon.substack.com/p/the-weepin...
the weeping man
the winged muse competition winners, APRIL
thewingedmoon.substack.com
May 1, 2025 at 2:20 PM
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a little mist cupped
inside each apple blossom
who knows what future
April 26, 2025 at 8:22 PM
no news is good
news like a wind
pipe in a noose—

like a letter from
a lost friend you
won’t look for

without a friend
who knows what
you’ll do upon

the gray discovery
your first friend
was never lost

but just hovering
in a feverworld
in an anything

you were not.

#vss365
April 27, 2025 at 2:49 AM
recipe for creation—
take something broad like rot

roll the word over your tongue
& off your chin & down your belly

find a quiet stone
who has never felt you die

set a limit like your narrow veins
or maybe fifty words

then against your apprehension
commit treason
April 25, 2025 at 10:14 PM
i’ll only wax long enough to slow the old song down. call yourself human, your home sphere is blue & softer than you ever hoped. earth has been a nurturing surrogate & when we evaporate, may we learn to lift her on our elevator made out of sunpowder. flame our leaving as a bloom.
April 25, 2025 at 9:42 PM
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a patch
of dandelion clocks
in the grass
a woman wishing
for more time

#tanka #TankaThursday
April 24, 2025 at 2:15 AM
we went as a dare. packs abrim with waves of bottled sound, fins to swim the loam as our hips still had none. tent irrelevant. we saw the site in a far yawn of blackfern—moon cracked just enough to let us in. all the wings & legs at awkward angles. we never felt the web.

#vss365
April 25, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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Small things.
Tiny sparks.
Fireflies in the thick of it,
pulsing against the night.
#poetry #poem #art #digitalart
April 24, 2025 at 9:21 PM
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soft rain—
silence falls
from leaf to leaf
April 25, 2025 at 6:05 AM
it really was just you against the grass. your body eclipsing a patch that will never know sun the same way after. something about destiny or decay—i don’t recall the dream but love your brows no less. the way you gazed up then left. swiftly left me with a nothing underneath.
April 25, 2025 at 4:48 AM
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take the feedback how you can—hop the fence after the last fetti has fluttered & slink across the bloody turf to stuff its crumpled scraps into your muddy parka. take it & run fast to your refuge. open with abandon. read the remaining omens & return your mind to diamond.

#vss365
April 24, 2025 at 7:07 PM
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umbrella lungs and kites and things
keep her up at nite;
eyeblink waves and squalls of bees
find her in a hover over fields;
the jackalilies delicious missionary tall
blackboot tight

all this made sense on paper
until the stars kicked the sky
bled winking, knowing how but
not quite why

#vss365
April 25, 2025 at 4:17 AM
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I wander off like a butterfly net then you wander in like an exploratory surgery. If you're not waiting out my collection and I'm not escaping your findings is there a chance we're working together? It might explain our hobbies being connected by fate's nervous two stomach system.
April 24, 2025 at 4:42 AM
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What if we met at the bench to complain about our bodies and the quality of seed mix
April 20, 2025 at 12:02 PM
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sunlight in young leaves
threading through the green and gold
one fat bumblebee
April 24, 2025 at 7:57 PM
take the feedback how you can—hop the fence after the last fetti has fluttered & slink across the bloody turf to stuff its crumpled scraps into your muddy parka. take it & run fast to your refuge. open with abandon. read the remaining omens & return your mind to diamond.

#vss365
April 24, 2025 at 7:07 PM
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We cast our night
Upon the ground
Our bright faces shine
As we walk
Beside the trees
As evening carries us home
Casting our night
Upon the ground
Shape of us
Stretching out
As we walk
Beside the trees
Carrying us home
April 24, 2025 at 5:42 PM