TheDevilsTuna
@thedevilstuna.bsky.social
Music blogger dedicated to unearthing unknown, unheard and unbelievable bands, Find my words at https://besttuna.blogspot.com/ Glastonbury Emerging Talent Competition Judge 2011-2025 and @freshnet moderator. Also write poems no-one reads.
Pinned
#vss365
Outbodied
Your lichen quivers
on my tongue
your amber pulse slips
into my yearning palms
wild winds tango
in the hollows of our loins
flesh tastes musk-wet
every sigh fractures
our ears
until
we melt
in tremor
and the world shakes
as our colours unspool.
#quiver
#poetrycommunity
Outbodied
Your lichen quivers
on my tongue
your amber pulse slips
into my yearning palms
wild winds tango
in the hollows of our loins
flesh tastes musk-wet
every sigh fractures
our ears
until
we melt
in tremor
and the world shakes
as our colours unspool.
#quiver
#poetrycommunity
#vss365
Outbodied
Your lichen quivers
on my tongue
your amber pulse slips
into my yearning palms
wild winds tango
in the hollows of our loins
flesh tastes musk-wet
every sigh fractures
our ears
until
we melt
in tremor
and the world shakes
as our colours unspool.
#quiver
#poetrycommunity
Outbodied
Your lichen quivers
on my tongue
your amber pulse slips
into my yearning palms
wild winds tango
in the hollows of our loins
flesh tastes musk-wet
every sigh fractures
our ears
until
we melt
in tremor
and the world shakes
as our colours unspool.
#quiver
#poetrycommunity
January 28, 2026 at 10:46 AM
#vss365
Outbodied
Your lichen quivers
on my tongue
your amber pulse slips
into my yearning palms
wild winds tango
in the hollows of our loins
flesh tastes musk-wet
every sigh fractures
our ears
until
we melt
in tremor
and the world shakes
as our colours unspool.
#quiver
#poetrycommunity
Outbodied
Your lichen quivers
on my tongue
your amber pulse slips
into my yearning palms
wild winds tango
in the hollows of our loins
flesh tastes musk-wet
every sigh fractures
our ears
until
we melt
in tremor
and the world shakes
as our colours unspool.
#quiver
#poetrycommunity
Reposted by TheDevilsTuna
#vss365
Wane We Touch
In the dark of
the wane
a stranger’s shoulder
brushes against me
enough to rearrange my
shape.
I wander home
conducting heat
like borrowed wire,
collap-
sing
back
into my own body.
#wane
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Wane We Touch
In the dark of
the wane
a stranger’s shoulder
brushes against me
enough to rearrange my
shape.
I wander home
conducting heat
like borrowed wire,
collap-
sing
back
into my own body.
#wane
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
January 27, 2026 at 9:32 AM
#vss365
Wane We Touch
In the dark of
the wane
a stranger’s shoulder
brushes against me
enough to rearrange my
shape.
I wander home
conducting heat
like borrowed wire,
collap-
sing
back
into my own body.
#wane
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Wane We Touch
In the dark of
the wane
a stranger’s shoulder
brushes against me
enough to rearrange my
shape.
I wander home
conducting heat
like borrowed wire,
collap-
sing
back
into my own body.
#wane
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Reposted by TheDevilsTuna
Dear Wonderful Writers,
What’s the best thing about Tuesdays? Another writing prompt, of course!
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 27 is #wane
Song: Wax & Wane by Alana Henderson
Lyrics:
“And no one left to blame but
The moon’s wax and #wane.”
youtu.be/IjBmBSeDvds?...
What’s the best thing about Tuesdays? Another writing prompt, of course!
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 27 is #wane
Song: Wax & Wane by Alana Henderson
Lyrics:
“And no one left to blame but
The moon’s wax and #wane.”
youtu.be/IjBmBSeDvds?...
Wax & Wane
YouTube video by Alana Henderson - Topic
youtu.be
January 27, 2026 at 4:00 AM
Dear Wonderful Writers,
What’s the best thing about Tuesdays? Another writing prompt, of course!
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 27 is #wane
Song: Wax & Wane by Alana Henderson
Lyrics:
“And no one left to blame but
The moon’s wax and #wane.”
youtu.be/IjBmBSeDvds?...
What’s the best thing about Tuesdays? Another writing prompt, of course!
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 27 is #wane
Song: Wax & Wane by Alana Henderson
Lyrics:
“And no one left to blame but
The moon’s wax and #wane.”
youtu.be/IjBmBSeDvds?...
#vss365
Wane We Touch
In the dark of
the wane
a stranger’s shoulder
brushes against me
enough to rearrange my
shape.
I wander home
conducting heat
like borrowed wire,
collap-
sing
back
into my own body.
#wane
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Wane We Touch
In the dark of
the wane
a stranger’s shoulder
brushes against me
enough to rearrange my
shape.
I wander home
conducting heat
like borrowed wire,
collap-
sing
back
into my own body.
#wane
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
January 27, 2026 at 9:32 AM
#vss365
Wane We Touch
In the dark of
the wane
a stranger’s shoulder
brushes against me
enough to rearrange my
shape.
I wander home
conducting heat
like borrowed wire,
collap-
sing
back
into my own body.
#wane
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Wane We Touch
In the dark of
the wane
a stranger’s shoulder
brushes against me
enough to rearrange my
shape.
I wander home
conducting heat
like borrowed wire,
collap-
sing
back
into my own body.
#wane
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
#vss365
Firstblood Touch
The grass smelled of bitten pears.
Sun slid its hand along my spine.
Young blood learning language
at the cusp
of the first touch
in the milk-sap heat.
I left myself
in the unmown grass
as evening
licked the fields
raw.
#cusp
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Firstblood Touch
The grass smelled of bitten pears.
Sun slid its hand along my spine.
Young blood learning language
at the cusp
of the first touch
in the milk-sap heat.
I left myself
in the unmown grass
as evening
licked the fields
raw.
#cusp
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
January 26, 2026 at 9:58 PM
#vss365
Firstblood Touch
The grass smelled of bitten pears.
Sun slid its hand along my spine.
Young blood learning language
at the cusp
of the first touch
in the milk-sap heat.
I left myself
in the unmown grass
as evening
licked the fields
raw.
#cusp
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Firstblood Touch
The grass smelled of bitten pears.
Sun slid its hand along my spine.
Young blood learning language
at the cusp
of the first touch
in the milk-sap heat.
I left myself
in the unmown grass
as evening
licked the fields
raw.
#cusp
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
#vss365
Today's poem, I Am At The Cusp Of You, using the evocative prompt word #cusp is too long to fit the character restrictions of Bluesky so I've attached it to this post.
#acrostic
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Today's poem, I Am At The Cusp Of You, using the evocative prompt word #cusp is too long to fit the character restrictions of Bluesky so I've attached it to this post.
#acrostic
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
January 26, 2026 at 10:36 AM
#vss365
Today's poem, I Am At The Cusp Of You, using the evocative prompt word #cusp is too long to fit the character restrictions of Bluesky so I've attached it to this post.
#acrostic
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Today's poem, I Am At The Cusp Of You, using the evocative prompt word #cusp is too long to fit the character restrictions of Bluesky so I've attached it to this post.
#acrostic
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Reposted by TheDevilsTuna
#vss365
To Become Warm
There was no word
for two people turning each other
into climate.
You were a season that arrived,
unannounced,
destroying whole species of me,
rewriting the dragging of my blood.
I'm warmer now,
a ruse,
half intact,
a breath away
from survival,
which is
almost living.
#ruse
To Become Warm
There was no word
for two people turning each other
into climate.
You were a season that arrived,
unannounced,
destroying whole species of me,
rewriting the dragging of my blood.
I'm warmer now,
a ruse,
half intact,
a breath away
from survival,
which is
almost living.
#ruse
January 25, 2026 at 3:02 PM
Reposted by TheDevilsTuna
#vss365
Laughter Scar
I feel their mocking,
taste the pain,
the fool who falls
for it again.
The trick, the joke,
the comic ruse
cuts deep,
leaving a lifelong bruise.
“Just banter, mate.
A verbal spar.”
When I'm alone,
I nurse
the scar.
#ruse
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Laughter Scar
I feel their mocking,
taste the pain,
the fool who falls
for it again.
The trick, the joke,
the comic ruse
cuts deep,
leaving a lifelong bruise.
“Just banter, mate.
A verbal spar.”
When I'm alone,
I nurse
the scar.
#ruse
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
January 25, 2026 at 11:09 AM
#vss365
Laughter Scar
I feel their mocking,
taste the pain,
the fool who falls
for it again.
The trick, the joke,
the comic ruse
cuts deep,
leaving a lifelong bruise.
“Just banter, mate.
A verbal spar.”
When I'm alone,
I nurse
the scar.
#ruse
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Laughter Scar
I feel their mocking,
taste the pain,
the fool who falls
for it again.
The trick, the joke,
the comic ruse
cuts deep,
leaving a lifelong bruise.
“Just banter, mate.
A verbal spar.”
When I'm alone,
I nurse
the scar.
#ruse
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
#vss365
To Become Warm
There was no word
for two people turning each other
into climate.
You were a season that arrived,
unannounced,
destroying whole species of me,
rewriting the dragging of my blood.
I'm warmer now,
a ruse,
half intact,
a breath away
from survival,
which is
almost living.
#ruse
To Become Warm
There was no word
for two people turning each other
into climate.
You were a season that arrived,
unannounced,
destroying whole species of me,
rewriting the dragging of my blood.
I'm warmer now,
a ruse,
half intact,
a breath away
from survival,
which is
almost living.
#ruse
January 25, 2026 at 3:02 PM
#vss365
Laughter Scar
I feel their mocking,
taste the pain,
the fool who falls
for it again.
The trick, the joke,
the comic ruse
cuts deep,
leaving a lifelong bruise.
“Just banter, mate.
A verbal spar.”
When I'm alone,
I nurse
the scar.
#ruse
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Laughter Scar
I feel their mocking,
taste the pain,
the fool who falls
for it again.
The trick, the joke,
the comic ruse
cuts deep,
leaving a lifelong bruise.
“Just banter, mate.
A verbal spar.”
When I'm alone,
I nurse
the scar.
#ruse
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
January 25, 2026 at 11:09 AM
#vss365
Laughter Scar
I feel their mocking,
taste the pain,
the fool who falls
for it again.
The trick, the joke,
the comic ruse
cuts deep,
leaving a lifelong bruise.
“Just banter, mate.
A verbal spar.”
When I'm alone,
I nurse
the scar.
#ruse
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Laughter Scar
I feel their mocking,
taste the pain,
the fool who falls
for it again.
The trick, the joke,
the comic ruse
cuts deep,
leaving a lifelong bruise.
“Just banter, mate.
A verbal spar.”
When I'm alone,
I nurse
the scar.
#ruse
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Reposted by TheDevilsTuna
#vss365
Dictioned
Light kneads all words.
Verbs stain my mouth
with the orchard-glint of iron.
I slip between adjective
and the ache of your naming,
following each colour-bite
your tongue leaves raw.
We touch ourselves toward colour,
bone brushing flesh,
every sense
clenching
the bed’s rim.
#slip
Dictioned
Light kneads all words.
Verbs stain my mouth
with the orchard-glint of iron.
I slip between adjective
and the ache of your naming,
following each colour-bite
your tongue leaves raw.
We touch ourselves toward colour,
bone brushing flesh,
every sense
clenching
the bed’s rim.
#slip
January 24, 2026 at 9:58 AM
#vss365
Dictioned
Light kneads all words.
Verbs stain my mouth
with the orchard-glint of iron.
I slip between adjective
and the ache of your naming,
following each colour-bite
your tongue leaves raw.
We touch ourselves toward colour,
bone brushing flesh,
every sense
clenching
the bed’s rim.
#slip
Dictioned
Light kneads all words.
Verbs stain my mouth
with the orchard-glint of iron.
I slip between adjective
and the ache of your naming,
following each colour-bite
your tongue leaves raw.
We touch ourselves toward colour,
bone brushing flesh,
every sense
clenching
the bed’s rim.
#slip
January 24, 2026 at 9:58 AM
#vss365
Equalovable
A jawline like geometry
sharp angles
like Pythagoras carved her cheeks
with compass and straightedge,
and yet
her smile curves
against the grid,
undoing physics
itself
an
equilateral
glitch
and I
cannot stop
measuring
how the air bends
around her face.
#bend
#poetrycommunity
Equalovable
A jawline like geometry
sharp angles
like Pythagoras carved her cheeks
with compass and straightedge,
and yet
her smile curves
against the grid,
undoing physics
itself
an
equilateral
glitch
and I
cannot stop
measuring
how the air bends
around her face.
#bend
#poetrycommunity
January 21, 2026 at 8:57 AM
#vss365
Equalovable
A jawline like geometry
sharp angles
like Pythagoras carved her cheeks
with compass and straightedge,
and yet
her smile curves
against the grid,
undoing physics
itself
an
equilateral
glitch
and I
cannot stop
measuring
how the air bends
around her face.
#bend
#poetrycommunity
Equalovable
A jawline like geometry
sharp angles
like Pythagoras carved her cheeks
with compass and straightedge,
and yet
her smile curves
against the grid,
undoing physics
itself
an
equilateral
glitch
and I
cannot stop
measuring
how the air bends
around her face.
#bend
#poetrycommunity
Reposted by TheDevilsTuna
Dear vss365 friends,
Your word weaving continues to inspire! Thank you! 🙏 ✨
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan. 21 is #bend
Song: Moon River - Stevie Wonder
Song lyrics:
“We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waiting ‘round the #bend”
youtu.be/qvFqP32IAEs?...
Your word weaving continues to inspire! Thank you! 🙏 ✨
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan. 21 is #bend
Song: Moon River - Stevie Wonder
Song lyrics:
“We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waiting ‘round the #bend”
youtu.be/qvFqP32IAEs?...
Moon River
YouTube video by Stevie Wonder - Topic
youtu.be
January 21, 2026 at 4:00 AM
Dear vss365 friends,
Your word weaving continues to inspire! Thank you! 🙏 ✨
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan. 21 is #bend
Song: Moon River - Stevie Wonder
Song lyrics:
“We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waiting ‘round the #bend”
youtu.be/qvFqP32IAEs?...
Your word weaving continues to inspire! Thank you! 🙏 ✨
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan. 21 is #bend
Song: Moon River - Stevie Wonder
Song lyrics:
“We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waiting ‘round the #bend”
youtu.be/qvFqP32IAEs?...
#vss365
Feverwrites
Heat hammers the
blankwhite edges.
The furnace looms,
insistent.
Residue bites through.
The air tastes of burned wire
and waxmelt.
Distance opens where touch
once shivered.
Scorch marks the lungs raw.
The page fevers
and the heatscar
never cools.
#loom
#poetrycommunity
Feverwrites
Heat hammers the
blankwhite edges.
The furnace looms,
insistent.
Residue bites through.
The air tastes of burned wire
and waxmelt.
Distance opens where touch
once shivered.
Scorch marks the lungs raw.
The page fevers
and the heatscar
never cools.
#loom
#poetrycommunity
January 20, 2026 at 8:53 PM
#vss365
Feverwrites
Heat hammers the
blankwhite edges.
The furnace looms,
insistent.
Residue bites through.
The air tastes of burned wire
and waxmelt.
Distance opens where touch
once shivered.
Scorch marks the lungs raw.
The page fevers
and the heatscar
never cools.
#loom
#poetrycommunity
Feverwrites
Heat hammers the
blankwhite edges.
The furnace looms,
insistent.
Residue bites through.
The air tastes of burned wire
and waxmelt.
Distance opens where touch
once shivered.
Scorch marks the lungs raw.
The page fevers
and the heatscar
never cools.
#loom
#poetrycommunity
Reposted by TheDevilsTuna
Hello, brilliant writers!
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 20 is #loom
For our song, we’re going classic rock!
All of my Love: Led Zeppelin
Song lyrics: “The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the #loom
Is this to end or just begin?”
youtu.be/cdERUjC0rYw?...
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 20 is #loom
For our song, we’re going classic rock!
All of my Love: Led Zeppelin
Song lyrics: “The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the #loom
Is this to end or just begin?”
youtu.be/cdERUjC0rYw?...
Led Zeppelin - All Of My Love
YouTube video by unofficialzoso
youtu.be
January 20, 2026 at 4:00 AM
Hello, brilliant writers!
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 20 is #loom
For our song, we’re going classic rock!
All of my Love: Led Zeppelin
Song lyrics: “The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the #loom
Is this to end or just begin?”
youtu.be/cdERUjC0rYw?...
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 20 is #loom
For our song, we’re going classic rock!
All of my Love: Led Zeppelin
Song lyrics: “The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the #loom
Is this to end or just begin?”
youtu.be/cdERUjC0rYw?...
#vss365
Breaking Pt
loom
gloom
loom
tug
tug
pull
pull
TH-
REA
D
snaps
and
i’m uncounted
an
after
math
#loom
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Breaking Pt
loom
gloom
loom
tug
tug
pull
pull
TH-
REA
D
snaps
and
i’m uncounted
an
after
math
#loom
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
January 20, 2026 at 10:24 AM
#vss365
Breaking Pt
loom
gloom
loom
tug
tug
pull
pull
TH-
REA
D
snaps
and
i’m uncounted
an
after
math
#loom
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Breaking Pt
loom
gloom
loom
tug
tug
pull
pull
TH-
REA
D
snaps
and
i’m uncounted
an
after
math
#loom
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
#vss365
Math
A #murmur of crows,
throat-packed,
black with intent.
Murder rehearsing its claw.
They test the air,
each beak a ledger
tapping what's to be taken.
The field tightens.
Grass flinches green.
Something alive,
being counted.
Sound thickens to muscle.
The sky leans in
and
I'm totalled.
Math
A #murmur of crows,
throat-packed,
black with intent.
Murder rehearsing its claw.
They test the air,
each beak a ledger
tapping what's to be taken.
The field tightens.
Grass flinches green.
Something alive,
being counted.
Sound thickens to muscle.
The sky leans in
and
I'm totalled.
January 18, 2026 at 9:48 AM
#vss365
Feltlight
Dapple detonates across the room,
sound,
skin,
a citrus light.
The walls sweat colour.
Time chews heavy, spits pulp.
I stand inside the excess
and bathe.
#dapple
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Feltlight
Dapple detonates across the room,
sound,
skin,
a citrus light.
The walls sweat colour.
Time chews heavy, spits pulp.
I stand inside the excess
and bathe.
#dapple
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
January 17, 2026 at 9:32 AM
#vss365
Feltlight
Dapple detonates across the room,
sound,
skin,
a citrus light.
The walls sweat colour.
Time chews heavy, spits pulp.
I stand inside the excess
and bathe.
#dapple
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Feltlight
Dapple detonates across the room,
sound,
skin,
a citrus light.
The walls sweat colour.
Time chews heavy, spits pulp.
I stand inside the excess
and bathe.
#dapple
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
#vss365
Hookmark
Hope is slippery meat.
It won’t take flame,
it bruises.
I’ve seen it scar
the air, lay white seams
along the river’s wrist,
as the slick-back
recalls the hook
it bit.
To sear
is not to burn
but to mark,
the way teeth
brand water
when a fish kicks loose.
#sear
#poetrycommunity
Hookmark
Hope is slippery meat.
It won’t take flame,
it bruises.
I’ve seen it scar
the air, lay white seams
along the river’s wrist,
as the slick-back
recalls the hook
it bit.
To sear
is not to burn
but to mark,
the way teeth
brand water
when a fish kicks loose.
#sear
#poetrycommunity
January 16, 2026 at 9:19 AM
#vss365
Hookmark
Hope is slippery meat.
It won’t take flame,
it bruises.
I’ve seen it scar
the air, lay white seams
along the river’s wrist,
as the slick-back
recalls the hook
it bit.
To sear
is not to burn
but to mark,
the way teeth
brand water
when a fish kicks loose.
#sear
#poetrycommunity
Hookmark
Hope is slippery meat.
It won’t take flame,
it bruises.
I’ve seen it scar
the air, lay white seams
along the river’s wrist,
as the slick-back
recalls the hook
it bit.
To sear
is not to burn
but to mark,
the way teeth
brand water
when a fish kicks loose.
#sear
#poetrycommunity
Reposted by TheDevilsTuna
#vss365 #prompt for 15 January, 2026, is #heartfelt
Open up your heartfelt ideas and creativity.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.” Marcus Tullius Cicero
“It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.” Marilyn Monroe
Open up your heartfelt ideas and creativity.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.” Marcus Tullius Cicero
“It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.” Marilyn Monroe
January 15, 2026 at 7:00 AM
#vss365 #prompt for 15 January, 2026, is #heartfelt
Open up your heartfelt ideas and creativity.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.” Marcus Tullius Cicero
“It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.” Marilyn Monroe
Open up your heartfelt ideas and creativity.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.” Marcus Tullius Cicero
“It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.” Marilyn Monroe