Maryanne
@mafauthor.bsky.social
Poet, author, educator, dreamer.
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September 5, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Love’s #embers smolder
and you think they’ll stay
but as you get older
they grow colder
till they’re gone one day.
#BornBattleReady
and you think they’ll stay
but as you get older
they grow colder
till they’re gone one day.
#BornBattleReady
September 5, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Love’s #embers smolder
and you think they’ll stay
but as you get older
they grow colder
till they’re gone one day.
#BornBattleReady
and you think they’ll stay
but as you get older
they grow colder
till they’re gone one day.
#BornBattleReady
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Beth hated the bride almost as much as she loved the groom. He loved her as a best friend and asked her to be a groomsman. She wore the #cummerbund as if it were a bandeau. Her support wasn't an endorsement, it was an endowment.
#vss365
#vss365
July 7, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Beth hated the bride almost as much as she loved the groom. He loved her as a best friend and asked her to be a groomsman. She wore the #cummerbund as if it were a bandeau. Her support wasn't an endorsement, it was an endowment.
#vss365
#vss365
I'm a terrible speller. When writing, I love doing a voice activated Google search on my phone for the word. Easy peasy.
a woman stands in front of a white board with the words " i know this is not correct " written on it
ALT: a woman stands in front of a white board with the words " i know this is not correct " written on it
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June 27, 2025 at 1:13 AM
I'm a terrible speller. When writing, I love doing a voice activated Google search on my phone for the word. Easy peasy.
Writing advice I heard.
Throw away your first two manuscripts. Third time's a charm. And, if you want to improve your MS, don't edit, rewrite from scratch.
Both were fools. I've grown since then. I get it now. Maybe I'm ready. Maybe I'm still the fool. Time is my friend. Not so, patience.
Throw away your first two manuscripts. Third time's a charm. And, if you want to improve your MS, don't edit, rewrite from scratch.
Both were fools. I've grown since then. I get it now. Maybe I'm ready. Maybe I'm still the fool. Time is my friend. Not so, patience.
a man wearing a baseball cap and a black shirt says i like to write
ALT: a man wearing a baseball cap and a black shirt says i like to write
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June 6, 2025 at 5:42 AM
Writing advice I heard.
Throw away your first two manuscripts. Third time's a charm. And, if you want to improve your MS, don't edit, rewrite from scratch.
Both were fools. I've grown since then. I get it now. Maybe I'm ready. Maybe I'm still the fool. Time is my friend. Not so, patience.
Throw away your first two manuscripts. Third time's a charm. And, if you want to improve your MS, don't edit, rewrite from scratch.
Both were fools. I've grown since then. I get it now. Maybe I'm ready. Maybe I'm still the fool. Time is my friend. Not so, patience.
Thank you, #QuickQuill for another wonderful day of poetry prompts.
April 12, 2025 at 5:15 PM
Thank you, #QuickQuill for another wonderful day of poetry prompts.
“Don’t worry, my heart will go on.”
Well, good for you.
But your answer will not suffice
as you’re willing to let me
die in the ice.
I’m not willing to make
such a sacrifice.
#QuickQuill ERD 7
Well, good for you.
But your answer will not suffice
as you’re willing to let me
die in the ice.
I’m not willing to make
such a sacrifice.
#QuickQuill ERD 7
April 12, 2025 at 5:01 PM
“Don’t worry, my heart will go on.”
Well, good for you.
But your answer will not suffice
as you’re willing to let me
die in the ice.
I’m not willing to make
such a sacrifice.
#QuickQuill ERD 7
Well, good for you.
But your answer will not suffice
as you’re willing to let me
die in the ice.
I’m not willing to make
such a sacrifice.
#QuickQuill ERD 7
Psithurism is the sound trees make.
Each species is different.
No creak, groan or rustle is the same.
Night after night, I listen
to their secrets
never expecting they
would speak my name.
#QuickQuill ERD 6
Each species is different.
No creak, groan or rustle is the same.
Night after night, I listen
to their secrets
never expecting they
would speak my name.
#QuickQuill ERD 6
April 12, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Psithurism is the sound trees make.
Each species is different.
No creak, groan or rustle is the same.
Night after night, I listen
to their secrets
never expecting they
would speak my name.
#QuickQuill ERD 6
Each species is different.
No creak, groan or rustle is the same.
Night after night, I listen
to their secrets
never expecting they
would speak my name.
#QuickQuill ERD 6
The freedom Americans
praised, unabashed
has been torn apart
by callous brass.
So now we’re stuck
with this morass.
#QuickQuill ERD 5
praised, unabashed
has been torn apart
by callous brass.
So now we’re stuck
with this morass.
#QuickQuill ERD 5
April 12, 2025 at 4:34 PM
The freedom Americans
praised, unabashed
has been torn apart
by callous brass.
So now we’re stuck
with this morass.
#QuickQuill ERD 5
praised, unabashed
has been torn apart
by callous brass.
So now we’re stuck
with this morass.
#QuickQuill ERD 5
When I was a new mom, I was so tired that if I turned my head too fast, I would get the spins. I would see things that weren’t there. The only noise I couldn’t sleep through was the sound of my baby’s cry.
Oh, I guess I’m not exaggerating. How's this-- even my yawns had yawns.
#QuickQuill ERD 4
Oh, I guess I’m not exaggerating. How's this-- even my yawns had yawns.
#QuickQuill ERD 4
April 12, 2025 at 4:08 PM
When I was a new mom, I was so tired that if I turned my head too fast, I would get the spins. I would see things that weren’t there. The only noise I couldn’t sleep through was the sound of my baby’s cry.
Oh, I guess I’m not exaggerating. How's this-- even my yawns had yawns.
#QuickQuill ERD 4
Oh, I guess I’m not exaggerating. How's this-- even my yawns had yawns.
#QuickQuill ERD 4
I am the moon.
They say I’m a satellite
but I don’t bounce back
something as small as data.
I’m better than that.
I make the tides turn
and the lovers swoon
#QuickQuill ERD 3
They say I’m a satellite
but I don’t bounce back
something as small as data.
I’m better than that.
I make the tides turn
and the lovers swoon
#QuickQuill ERD 3
April 12, 2025 at 3:50 PM
I am the moon.
They say I’m a satellite
but I don’t bounce back
something as small as data.
I’m better than that.
I make the tides turn
and the lovers swoon
#QuickQuill ERD 3
They say I’m a satellite
but I don’t bounce back
something as small as data.
I’m better than that.
I make the tides turn
and the lovers swoon
#QuickQuill ERD 3
April 12, 2025 at 3:33 PM
I started at the beach
then grew as I went along
My shadow was long.
The mountains loomed large
and I struggled to climb
only to find I had to leave
something behind.
Rain.
#QuickQuill ERD 1
then grew as I went along
My shadow was long.
The mountains loomed large
and I struggled to climb
only to find I had to leave
something behind.
Rain.
#QuickQuill ERD 1
April 12, 2025 at 3:19 PM
I started at the beach
then grew as I went along
My shadow was long.
The mountains loomed large
and I struggled to climb
only to find I had to leave
something behind.
Rain.
#QuickQuill ERD 1
then grew as I went along
My shadow was long.
The mountains loomed large
and I struggled to climb
only to find I had to leave
something behind.
Rain.
#QuickQuill ERD 1
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It could just be me, but I can't get the hashtag quickquill page to load.
It could just be me, but I can't get the hashtag quickquill page to load.
April 12, 2025 at 2:54 PM
@carolinagrl7.bsky.social
It could just be me, but I can't get the hashtag quickquill page to load.
It could just be me, but I can't get the hashtag quickquill page to load.
When pressed,
poets praise
#QuickQuill
for promoting
poetry prompts
and participation.
People appreciate
the preparation
and persistence
Of the presenters
Thank you!
RD 10
poets praise
#QuickQuill
for promoting
poetry prompts
and participation.
People appreciate
the preparation
and persistence
Of the presenters
Thank you!
RD 10
April 12, 2025 at 2:10 AM
When pressed,
poets praise
#QuickQuill
for promoting
poetry prompts
and participation.
People appreciate
the preparation
and persistence
Of the presenters
Thank you!
RD 10
poets praise
#QuickQuill
for promoting
poetry prompts
and participation.
People appreciate
the preparation
and persistence
Of the presenters
Thank you!
RD 10
The low rumble assured me
he was still on the job.
That no matter how much
his eyes were closed,
he was still there,
protecting the home.
Protecting me.
Beware the growl.
#QuickQuill RD 9
he was still on the job.
That no matter how much
his eyes were closed,
he was still there,
protecting the home.
Protecting me.
Beware the growl.
#QuickQuill RD 9
a small dog is sleeping on a couch with its eyes closed .
ALT: a small dog is sleeping on a couch with its eyes closed .
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April 12, 2025 at 1:56 AM
The low rumble assured me
he was still on the job.
That no matter how much
his eyes were closed,
he was still there,
protecting the home.
Protecting me.
Beware the growl.
#QuickQuill RD 9
he was still on the job.
That no matter how much
his eyes were closed,
he was still there,
protecting the home.
Protecting me.
Beware the growl.
#QuickQuill RD 9
The notes swirled
around the strings
creating a world
where everything
was enveloped
into a moment
everyone wished
was real.
Old men wept.
Babies slept.
Even dreams saw
the light of day.
#QuickQuill RD 8
around the strings
creating a world
where everything
was enveloped
into a moment
everyone wished
was real.
Old men wept.
Babies slept.
Even dreams saw
the light of day.
#QuickQuill RD 8
April 12, 2025 at 1:40 AM
The notes swirled
around the strings
creating a world
where everything
was enveloped
into a moment
everyone wished
was real.
Old men wept.
Babies slept.
Even dreams saw
the light of day.
#QuickQuill RD 8
around the strings
creating a world
where everything
was enveloped
into a moment
everyone wished
was real.
Old men wept.
Babies slept.
Even dreams saw
the light of day.
#QuickQuill RD 8
What light by yonder window breaks?
It’s facing east.
Oh, the sun!
Please, some
hair of the dog,
a Blue Moon.
#QuickQuill RD 7
It’s facing east.
Oh, the sun!
Please, some
hair of the dog,
a Blue Moon.
#QuickQuill RD 7
April 12, 2025 at 1:11 AM
What light by yonder window breaks?
It’s facing east.
Oh, the sun!
Please, some
hair of the dog,
a Blue Moon.
#QuickQuill RD 7
It’s facing east.
Oh, the sun!
Please, some
hair of the dog,
a Blue Moon.
#QuickQuill RD 7
Every day the
family gathers
and eats
what I created.
“How was your day?”
It’s ordinary.
Expected.
Comforting.
I wear an apron,
not a cape.
I fight hunger
and the pangs
of loneliness.
My favorite utensils
a question and
a smile.
#QuickQuill RD 6
family gathers
and eats
what I created.
“How was your day?”
It’s ordinary.
Expected.
Comforting.
I wear an apron,
not a cape.
I fight hunger
and the pangs
of loneliness.
My favorite utensils
a question and
a smile.
#QuickQuill RD 6
April 12, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Every day the
family gathers
and eats
what I created.
“How was your day?”
It’s ordinary.
Expected.
Comforting.
I wear an apron,
not a cape.
I fight hunger
and the pangs
of loneliness.
My favorite utensils
a question and
a smile.
#QuickQuill RD 6
family gathers
and eats
what I created.
“How was your day?”
It’s ordinary.
Expected.
Comforting.
I wear an apron,
not a cape.
I fight hunger
and the pangs
of loneliness.
My favorite utensils
a question and
a smile.
#QuickQuill RD 6
I touch the next tooth
and the next.
Round and round we go
until finally we’re let go.
Where every so dutifully
I touch those teeth again
We are the gears helping
the clock keep time
only until the next wind.
#QuickQuill RD 3 wind (But I just had to be different.)
and the next.
Round and round we go
until finally we’re let go.
Where every so dutifully
I touch those teeth again
We are the gears helping
the clock keep time
only until the next wind.
#QuickQuill RD 3 wind (But I just had to be different.)
April 12, 2025 at 12:51 AM
I touch the next tooth
and the next.
Round and round we go
until finally we’re let go.
Where every so dutifully
I touch those teeth again
We are the gears helping
the clock keep time
only until the next wind.
#QuickQuill RD 3 wind (But I just had to be different.)
and the next.
Round and round we go
until finally we’re let go.
Where every so dutifully
I touch those teeth again
We are the gears helping
the clock keep time
only until the next wind.
#QuickQuill RD 3 wind (But I just had to be different.)
I am planting in the garden
whispering to the plants as
I put them in the ground.
“You’re going to like it here.
You're so beautiful.”
My old knees groaned their
displeasure.
They never did before.
And now I know why my MIL
had me plant her annuals
with a whisper of her own.
#QuickQuill RD 2
whispering to the plants as
I put them in the ground.
“You’re going to like it here.
You're so beautiful.”
My old knees groaned their
displeasure.
They never did before.
And now I know why my MIL
had me plant her annuals
with a whisper of her own.
#QuickQuill RD 2
April 12, 2025 at 12:39 AM
I am planting in the garden
whispering to the plants as
I put them in the ground.
“You’re going to like it here.
You're so beautiful.”
My old knees groaned their
displeasure.
They never did before.
And now I know why my MIL
had me plant her annuals
with a whisper of her own.
#QuickQuill RD 2
whispering to the plants as
I put them in the ground.
“You’re going to like it here.
You're so beautiful.”
My old knees groaned their
displeasure.
They never did before.
And now I know why my MIL
had me plant her annuals
with a whisper of her own.
#QuickQuill RD 2
"That dress makes your butt
look perfect.
You should get it."
(And so did he.)
#QuickQuill RD 5 truth and a lie
look perfect.
You should get it."
(And so did he.)
#QuickQuill RD 5 truth and a lie
April 12, 2025 at 12:27 AM
"That dress makes your butt
look perfect.
You should get it."
(And so did he.)
#QuickQuill RD 5 truth and a lie
look perfect.
You should get it."
(And so did he.)
#QuickQuill RD 5 truth and a lie
He gobbled everything in sight.
Pastries, meat, and bread,
oh, God, the bread
which he ate by the handful
ripping through the crust.
Never mind the children
With their faces pressed
against the window.
#QuickQuill RD 4
Pastries, meat, and bread,
oh, God, the bread
which he ate by the handful
ripping through the crust.
Never mind the children
With their faces pressed
against the window.
#QuickQuill RD 4
April 12, 2025 at 12:25 AM
He gobbled everything in sight.
Pastries, meat, and bread,
oh, God, the bread
which he ate by the handful
ripping through the crust.
Never mind the children
With their faces pressed
against the window.
#QuickQuill RD 4
Pastries, meat, and bread,
oh, God, the bread
which he ate by the handful
ripping through the crust.
Never mind the children
With their faces pressed
against the window.
#QuickQuill RD 4