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R. M. Wardell πŸ³οΈβ€βš§οΈπŸŒˆ
@rmwardell.bsky.social
Poet l Step Mom l Photographer l They/Them

Photos are mine except for reposts.

#queerauthor #witchy #poet

Wifey: @lindsaykwardell.com

Blog:
https://thoughtfulgayodysseys.com/

Co-host of "I'm Sure it Means Nothing." : https://tinyurl.com/bdha37wk
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My new book of poetry is now available for purchase!

*Me dancing in excitement and vulnerability.*

I realized I needed a particular type of book on healing in my life, so I wrote it for myself and for others who might also be searching.

Check it out at: thoughtfulgayodysseys.com

#queerwriter
Trees look particularly full of wisdom when surrounded by mystical fog. I feel as though centuries of humans have leaned against this one and whispered secrets.

#trees
#fantasy
#time
February 10, 2026 at 4:04 AM
Sometimes, when things are too much, I sit in the ground and imagine how quiet dew drops feel as they are held by a Ginko leaf.

#selfcare
November 21, 2025 at 10:20 PM
Hi Marin,

I had the same issue. I just landed on my own website.

Not sure it's a super helpful response, but I wish you luck. πŸ’œ
October 28, 2025 at 8:33 PM
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the soft parts exposed
my vulnerability
becomes my true strength

#senryΕ« #haiku #micropoem #strength #vulnerability
August 27, 2025 at 5:18 PM
I am in the back leaning against a tree, the #past aching in my chest.

When I close my eyes, I can see her big smile as her silver curls dance in the California breeze.

Taking a watery breath, I look again at the coffin, a soft powder blue box, like a sleepy sky in morning.

#vss365
#grief
#prose
September 1, 2025 at 3:29 PM
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August 21, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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Oak tree’s curling branches
Whip in the winds of this
Granite-walled canyon

Daring to hold
Onto crumbling stone
As the weight of the world
Pulls you down

And yet your leaves grow sturdier
Roots weave here deep
And hope falls
In that weighted world
Feeding the future
Acorns

#emoetry
#poetry
August 22, 2025 at 3:53 AM
A glimpse from my new book:

πŸ“šπŸ’™
#queerwriters
#lgbtqwriters
#prose
#poetry

Check it out:
Thoughtful Gay Odysseys share.google/WoPJ2JIIOIxC...
August 19, 2025 at 11:26 PM
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just saw someone sincerely arguing that they need AI bc they don't have "natural" artistic talent and idk how to make you understand that nobody comes by this shit naturally. it's just...work. it's being bad at it for a really, really, really long time. it's intention, pursued over time! wtf!!!
August 17, 2025 at 1:57 PM
There is a stillness
that falls
as you care
for your #wings.

A pale pink light
dusts your dreams,

as feathers gleam,
shivering with the spell.

Do you remember
the day you became
a sliver of sky?

#vss365
#prose
#poetry
August 14, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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August 8, 2025 at 7:24 PM
Many believe your #angel wings; honeyed sweet smiles glow from a listening face... but I know your truth, I know who you are after shadows fall. Your claws glisten in the gossamer light as your heart blazes beneath bewitching feathers.

#vss365
#prose
August 5, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Thank you for the repost! ☺️
August 4, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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August 4, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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I'm here with my knees dirty, less #angel than I used to be, miles more divine.
#vss365
August 4, 2025 at 11:50 AM
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He wrote β€œforgive me”
on the side of a dumpster,
then vanished.
A week later, someone tagged over it-
just a crown,
dripping gold.
I think that’s what forgiveness is here:
brief,
buried,
but royal
if you catch it
before it fades.

#poetry
July 27, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Thank you! ☺️
August 1, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Thank you! ☺️
August 1, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Climb softly,
with creaking ladder
and forgotten words.

Lift the lid slowly;
dreams are skittering creatures, when forgotten
they know which cobwebs
hide them best.

Be still, listen...

the gentle #hum,
resonantes.

Your dreams yet live.

Your dreams survive,
even when you're not ready.

#vss365
August 1, 2025 at 3:03 AM
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Wind shakes the #beech, whose leaves hush in the warm evening air. Beechnuts pelt the lawn, and critters come #together for the spring feast.

#vss365 #vssdaily #amwriting
July 25, 2025 at 2:17 PM
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The sun sets, and the sky goes from blue to orange to purple, and finally deep #violet and navy. I let the summer warmth pool on my skin, learning to say goodbye even when I've stayed far too long.
#vss365
July 24, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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I remember the sky that night, #violet as the sun set past the tree line. A bird, a heronβ€”no it was bright white, an egretβ€”hung lazily in the air before flying away. Cicadas in the trees.

I don’t remember your words as you let go of my hand, nor do I wish to, but I remember the sky.

#vss365
July 24, 2025 at 11:59 AM
Thank you! ☺️
July 24, 2025 at 12:56 PM
Even the tough ones
let shimmering trails tumble;
sorrow finds the salt.

#vss365
#tears
#haiku
July 23, 2025 at 11:56 PM
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Unable to release
Tear is stuck
Backlog of grief

#vss365 #tear
July 23, 2025 at 11:34 AM