Andy Havens
@andy-havens.bsky.social
Writer, marketing, light chaos
| For the not |
A train beyond view,
the whistle and clatter.
Breeze at a stop light.
A break in the heat.
Five minutes to breathe
between meetings and email.
Poised in a doorway.
Paused in the street.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of nothing's praise.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Gratitude
A train beyond view,
the whistle and clatter.
Breeze at a stop light.
A break in the heat.
Five minutes to breathe
between meetings and email.
Poised in a doorway.
Paused in the street.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of nothing's praise.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Gratitude
August 3, 2025 at 2:33 AM
| For the not |
A train beyond view,
the whistle and clatter.
Breeze at a stop light.
A break in the heat.
Five minutes to breathe
between meetings and email.
Poised in a doorway.
Paused in the street.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of nothing's praise.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Gratitude
A train beyond view,
the whistle and clatter.
Breeze at a stop light.
A break in the heat.
Five minutes to breathe
between meetings and email.
Poised in a doorway.
Paused in the street.
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of nothing's praise.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Gratitude
| Turn, turn |
simple cycle
circle symbol
sway shift
sunlight
swirl unfettered
straighten spin
our chess piece
shadows
soldier sinner
dancer
moon
#BlueSkyArtShow #Alternating #Poetry
simple cycle
circle symbol
sway shift
sunlight
swirl unfettered
straighten spin
our chess piece
shadows
soldier sinner
dancer
moon
#BlueSkyArtShow #Alternating #Poetry
July 26, 2025 at 1:02 AM
| Turn, turn |
simple cycle
circle symbol
sway shift
sunlight
swirl unfettered
straighten spin
our chess piece
shadows
soldier sinner
dancer
moon
#BlueSkyArtShow #Alternating #Poetry
simple cycle
circle symbol
sway shift
sunlight
swirl unfettered
straighten spin
our chess piece
shadows
soldier sinner
dancer
moon
#BlueSkyArtShow #Alternating #Poetry
| Transitive mercy|
You can always
add grit to gears,
rust on rails,
bruises everywhere.
You can always
forget to change
oils, wax
banisters, polish
grills.
So why not tip shit,
don't hard so try and
ride entropy, slide
towards sky
why
not fall
to
grace?
#BlueSkyArtShow #Smooth #Poetry
You can always
add grit to gears,
rust on rails,
bruises everywhere.
You can always
forget to change
oils, wax
banisters, polish
grills.
So why not tip shit,
don't hard so try and
ride entropy, slide
towards sky
why
not fall
to
grace?
#BlueSkyArtShow #Smooth #Poetry
July 21, 2025 at 1:39 AM
| Transitive mercy|
You can always
add grit to gears,
rust on rails,
bruises everywhere.
You can always
forget to change
oils, wax
banisters, polish
grills.
So why not tip shit,
don't hard so try and
ride entropy, slide
towards sky
why
not fall
to
grace?
#BlueSkyArtShow #Smooth #Poetry
You can always
add grit to gears,
rust on rails,
bruises everywhere.
You can always
forget to change
oils, wax
banisters, polish
grills.
So why not tip shit,
don't hard so try and
ride entropy, slide
towards sky
why
not fall
to
grace?
#BlueSkyArtShow #Smooth #Poetry
| Qualitative |
I miss the
negative pressure
summer stretch
between grades.
Days of whogivesashit,
nights of whatever.
I miss the hazy,
safe uncertainty
of new teachers
and classes,
same building
and friends.
Summer as
weighted blanket.
Not just
this moist shit.
#BlueSkyArtShow #SummerDaze
I miss the
negative pressure
summer stretch
between grades.
Days of whogivesashit,
nights of whatever.
I miss the hazy,
safe uncertainty
of new teachers
and classes,
same building
and friends.
Summer as
weighted blanket.
Not just
this moist shit.
#BlueSkyArtShow #SummerDaze
July 12, 2025 at 6:25 PM
| Qualitative |
I miss the
negative pressure
summer stretch
between grades.
Days of whogivesashit,
nights of whatever.
I miss the hazy,
safe uncertainty
of new teachers
and classes,
same building
and friends.
Summer as
weighted blanket.
Not just
this moist shit.
#BlueSkyArtShow #SummerDaze
I miss the
negative pressure
summer stretch
between grades.
Days of whogivesashit,
nights of whatever.
I miss the hazy,
safe uncertainty
of new teachers
and classes,
same building
and friends.
Summer as
weighted blanket.
Not just
this moist shit.
#BlueSkyArtShow #SummerDaze
I've realized that most of my problems can be blamed on me not having godlike powers.
July 5, 2025 at 3:31 PM
I've realized that most of my problems can be blamed on me not having godlike powers.
| Like unlike |
Walk with with me
not be side be hind be fore
walk around above
me walk perpe
ndicul
ar to me me walk
betweenmy shadowand
I'll walk you
always turn left so
my fingertips brush
your topiary borders.
#BlueSkyArtshow #Sideways #Poetry #ParrotGirlSaysHi
Walk with with me
not be side be hind be fore
walk around above
me walk perpe
ndicul
ar to me me walk
betweenmy shadowand
I'll walk you
always turn left so
my fingertips brush
your topiary borders.
#BlueSkyArtshow #Sideways #Poetry #ParrotGirlSaysHi
July 5, 2025 at 2:46 AM
| Like unlike |
Walk with with me
not be side be hind be fore
walk around above
me walk perpe
ndicul
ar to me me walk
betweenmy shadowand
I'll walk you
always turn left so
my fingertips brush
your topiary borders.
#BlueSkyArtshow #Sideways #Poetry #ParrotGirlSaysHi
Walk with with me
not be side be hind be fore
walk around above
me walk perpe
ndicul
ar to me me walk
betweenmy shadowand
I'll walk you
always turn left so
my fingertips brush
your topiary borders.
#BlueSkyArtshow #Sideways #Poetry #ParrotGirlSaysHi
| No |
Rocks. Dirt.
Bugs. Hails.
Smells. Rain.
Raccoons. Snails.
Trash. Lightning.
Mud. Snakes.
I'll stay inside,
thanks,
ffs.
#BlueSkyArtShow #GetOutside
Rocks. Dirt.
Bugs. Hails.
Smells. Rain.
Raccoons. Snails.
Trash. Lightning.
Mud. Snakes.
I'll stay inside,
thanks,
ffs.
#BlueSkyArtShow #GetOutside
June 28, 2025 at 1:07 AM
| No |
Rocks. Dirt.
Bugs. Hails.
Smells. Rain.
Raccoons. Snails.
Trash. Lightning.
Mud. Snakes.
I'll stay inside,
thanks,
ffs.
#BlueSkyArtShow #GetOutside
Rocks. Dirt.
Bugs. Hails.
Smells. Rain.
Raccoons. Snails.
Trash. Lightning.
Mud. Snakes.
I'll stay inside,
thanks,
ffs.
#BlueSkyArtShow #GetOutside
Lots of people have dumb nicknames when young. This is one of the reasons we give them 20+ years experience before throwing them into high level positions of power.
Your nickname was "Big Balls" at Dartmouth in 1989? Hmmm. Ok.
Your nickname was "Big Balls" last year on Fortnight?
Not so much.
Your nickname was "Big Balls" at Dartmouth in 1989? Hmmm. Ok.
Your nickname was "Big Balls" last year on Fortnight?
Not so much.
June 27, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Lots of people have dumb nicknames when young. This is one of the reasons we give them 20+ years experience before throwing them into high level positions of power.
Your nickname was "Big Balls" at Dartmouth in 1989? Hmmm. Ok.
Your nickname was "Big Balls" last year on Fortnight?
Not so much.
Your nickname was "Big Balls" at Dartmouth in 1989? Hmmm. Ok.
Your nickname was "Big Balls" last year on Fortnight?
Not so much.
| This and and and |
We can be
friends if you
are cool and
kind and
open to
interpretation and
full of dreams and
empty of guilt and
not a seagull
(they are dicks) and
have double
consonants
in your name and
don't
ever,
ever
[ _____ ].
#blueskyartshow #poetry #narrow
We can be
friends if you
are cool and
kind and
open to
interpretation and
full of dreams and
empty of guilt and
not a seagull
(they are dicks) and
have double
consonants
in your name and
don't
ever,
ever
[ _____ ].
#blueskyartshow #poetry #narrow
June 21, 2025 at 8:10 PM
| This and and and |
We can be
friends if you
are cool and
kind and
open to
interpretation and
full of dreams and
empty of guilt and
not a seagull
(they are dicks) and
have double
consonants
in your name and
don't
ever,
ever
[ _____ ].
#blueskyartshow #poetry #narrow
We can be
friends if you
are cool and
kind and
open to
interpretation and
full of dreams and
empty of guilt and
not a seagull
(they are dicks) and
have double
consonants
in your name and
don't
ever,
ever
[ _____ ].
#blueskyartshow #poetry #narrow
The idea that your art or writing or craft work or music or dance needs to be monetized to be "worthy" is one of the most harmful lies of capitalist feudalism.
June 18, 2025 at 11:38 AM
The idea that your art or writing or craft work or music or dance needs to be monetized to be "worthy" is one of the most harmful lies of capitalist feudalism.
"I do a lot, and never get credit for anything, but that's OK, the PEOPLE understand."
- Some big fat fucking taco baby, who is now managing to gaslight himself in one sentence
- Some big fat fucking taco baby, who is now managing to gaslight himself in one sentence
June 15, 2025 at 7:09 PM
"I do a lot, and never get credit for anything, but that's OK, the PEOPLE understand."
- Some big fat fucking taco baby, who is now managing to gaslight himself in one sentence
- Some big fat fucking taco baby, who is now managing to gaslight himself in one sentence
| Our turn |
Billions of years.
Billions of stars.
Billions of people.
Untold oceans of cause,
unknown webs of effect.
But today
today
I am simple,
I am free,
and I can come around
and we
can have pancakes for lunch.
#blueskyartshow #joy
Billions of years.
Billions of stars.
Billions of people.
Untold oceans of cause,
unknown webs of effect.
But today
today
I am simple,
I am free,
and I can come around
and we
can have pancakes for lunch.
#blueskyartshow #joy
June 14, 2025 at 9:57 AM
| Our turn |
Billions of years.
Billions of stars.
Billions of people.
Untold oceans of cause,
unknown webs of effect.
But today
today
I am simple,
I am free,
and I can come around
and we
can have pancakes for lunch.
#blueskyartshow #joy
Billions of years.
Billions of stars.
Billions of people.
Untold oceans of cause,
unknown webs of effect.
But today
today
I am simple,
I am free,
and I can come around
and we
can have pancakes for lunch.
#blueskyartshow #joy
| Interior decoration |
You put on lipstick
and go all day
without a mirror.
You pick out the colors, you told me,
"Based on their name."
Thriller. Damaged Goods.
Cider Barrel. Vampire Blush.
Your mouth
a sonnet of
inside jokes.
Raspberry Punch.
#blueskyartshow #vibrant #poetry #writesky
You put on lipstick
and go all day
without a mirror.
You pick out the colors, you told me,
"Based on their name."
Thriller. Damaged Goods.
Cider Barrel. Vampire Blush.
Your mouth
a sonnet of
inside jokes.
Raspberry Punch.
#blueskyartshow #vibrant #poetry #writesky
June 7, 2025 at 12:29 PM
| Interior decoration |
You put on lipstick
and go all day
without a mirror.
You pick out the colors, you told me,
"Based on their name."
Thriller. Damaged Goods.
Cider Barrel. Vampire Blush.
Your mouth
a sonnet of
inside jokes.
Raspberry Punch.
#blueskyartshow #vibrant #poetry #writesky
You put on lipstick
and go all day
without a mirror.
You pick out the colors, you told me,
"Based on their name."
Thriller. Damaged Goods.
Cider Barrel. Vampire Blush.
Your mouth
a sonnet of
inside jokes.
Raspberry Punch.
#blueskyartshow #vibrant #poetry #writesky
At this pace of crazy, by November Trump will appoint an AI generated lizard as the Antipope of Alabama and order all people with the letter "M" in their name to be deported 43 degrees counter-clockwise.
June 5, 2025 at 10:15 PM
At this pace of crazy, by November Trump will appoint an AI generated lizard as the Antipope of Alabama and order all people with the letter "M" in their name to be deported 43 degrees counter-clockwise.
Fucking brilliant.
The attack. Not the meme. The meme is just ok.
The attack. Not the meme. The meme is just ok.
June 2, 2025 at 10:44 PM
Fucking brilliant.
The attack. Not the meme. The meme is just ok.
The attack. Not the meme. The meme is just ok.
Spirograph on the screen porch
June 1, 2025 at 11:55 PM
Spirograph on the screen porch
| Comfort clouds |
Open free blue view
terrorizes daily needs
too beaucoup
opportunities
ruin these few
fucks I have to give
so give me
soft gray days
weighted blanket haze
foggy misty ways
that limit
infinites
to one or two
just me
and maybe you.
#blueskyartshow #underneath #poetry #writesky
Open free blue view
terrorizes daily needs
too beaucoup
opportunities
ruin these few
fucks I have to give
so give me
soft gray days
weighted blanket haze
foggy misty ways
that limit
infinites
to one or two
just me
and maybe you.
#blueskyartshow #underneath #poetry #writesky
May 31, 2025 at 11:58 AM
| Comfort clouds |
Open free blue view
terrorizes daily needs
too beaucoup
opportunities
ruin these few
fucks I have to give
so give me
soft gray days
weighted blanket haze
foggy misty ways
that limit
infinites
to one or two
just me
and maybe you.
#blueskyartshow #underneath #poetry #writesky
Open free blue view
terrorizes daily needs
too beaucoup
opportunities
ruin these few
fucks I have to give
so give me
soft gray days
weighted blanket haze
foggy misty ways
that limit
infinites
to one or two
just me
and maybe you.
#blueskyartshow #underneath #poetry #writesky
| Source |
Where are you?
In this maze
this race
this gameshow
dance?
Where are you
in their sky? Are you
his sun her wall
their curtain
their mirror
their lens?
You turn and twist
to see, say,
peer, know
and you shift
his light her dark
their way.
#blueskyartshow #LightAndShadow #poetry
Where are you?
In this maze
this race
this gameshow
dance?
Where are you
in their sky? Are you
his sun her wall
their curtain
their mirror
their lens?
You turn and twist
to see, say,
peer, know
and you shift
his light her dark
their way.
#blueskyartshow #LightAndShadow #poetry
May 25, 2025 at 12:03 PM
| Source |
Where are you?
In this maze
this race
this gameshow
dance?
Where are you
in their sky? Are you
his sun her wall
their curtain
their mirror
their lens?
You turn and twist
to see, say,
peer, know
and you shift
his light her dark
their way.
#blueskyartshow #LightAndShadow #poetry
Where are you?
In this maze
this race
this gameshow
dance?
Where are you
in their sky? Are you
his sun her wall
their curtain
their mirror
their lens?
You turn and twist
to see, say,
peer, know
and you shift
his light her dark
their way.
#blueskyartshow #LightAndShadow #poetry
| Up close |
Perspective is
fine
necessary
useful
cool
wise
But you
I push my face into,
my fingertips
rubbed raw
against
what is truly
what is simply
what is only
felt.
#blueskyartshow #texture #poem
Perspective is
fine
necessary
useful
cool
wise
But you
I push my face into,
my fingertips
rubbed raw
against
what is truly
what is simply
what is only
felt.
#blueskyartshow #texture #poem
May 18, 2025 at 12:23 AM
| Up close |
Perspective is
fine
necessary
useful
cool
wise
But you
I push my face into,
my fingertips
rubbed raw
against
what is truly
what is simply
what is only
felt.
#blueskyartshow #texture #poem
Perspective is
fine
necessary
useful
cool
wise
But you
I push my face into,
my fingertips
rubbed raw
against
what is truly
what is simply
what is only
felt.
#blueskyartshow #texture #poem
A friend asked, "Will consciousness ever be replicated by a machine?" Here is my reply:
We are arrogant in our intelligence. We have always seen our self-ness and even our souls and our gods in the our tools, because we are so pleased with our cleverness. (Continues in comments)
We are arrogant in our intelligence. We have always seen our self-ness and even our souls and our gods in the our tools, because we are so pleased with our cleverness. (Continues in comments)
May 15, 2025 at 7:52 PM
A friend asked, "Will consciousness ever be replicated by a machine?" Here is my reply:
We are arrogant in our intelligence. We have always seen our self-ness and even our souls and our gods in the our tools, because we are so pleased with our cleverness. (Continues in comments)
We are arrogant in our intelligence. We have always seen our self-ness and even our souls and our gods in the our tools, because we are so pleased with our cleverness. (Continues in comments)
[Sketch]
straight lines are
boring summer black
full thick. winter white
obvious trite.
Spring? silver,
edges slippery shy.
Autumn? fallen brown.
She holds the liquid center,
gracious in sleep,
dreams words,
drools a little,
settles,
slowly,
into promise.
#blueskyartshow #lines #poem
straight lines are
boring summer black
full thick. winter white
obvious trite.
Spring? silver,
edges slippery shy.
Autumn? fallen brown.
She holds the liquid center,
gracious in sleep,
dreams words,
drools a little,
settles,
slowly,
into promise.
#blueskyartshow #lines #poem
May 10, 2025 at 12:07 AM
[Sketch]
straight lines are
boring summer black
full thick. winter white
obvious trite.
Spring? silver,
edges slippery shy.
Autumn? fallen brown.
She holds the liquid center,
gracious in sleep,
dreams words,
drools a little,
settles,
slowly,
into promise.
#blueskyartshow #lines #poem
straight lines are
boring summer black
full thick. winter white
obvious trite.
Spring? silver,
edges slippery shy.
Autumn? fallen brown.
She holds the liquid center,
gracious in sleep,
dreams words,
drools a little,
settles,
slowly,
into promise.
#blueskyartshow #lines #poem
