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fakeourway.bsky.social
Samuel Day Wharton
@fakeourway.bsky.social
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(re)lapsed poet / winemaker / jack of some trades

mostly poetry / some wine stuff / a dog or two / hopefully not too much politics

Sacramento CA
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Cover of Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse.
December 9, 2025 at 2:30 AM
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if you see this, repost with your model of positive masculinity.
Seth Green as Oz in Buffy
December 8, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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Adam Zagajewski from Canvas

#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Anecdote of Rain I was strolling under the tents of trees and raindrops occasionally reached me as though asking: Is your desire to suffer to sob? Soft air, wet leaves; -the scent was spring, the scent sorrow.
December 7, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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you can't be present tense. / That is, tense about the present

Diane Seuss from Modern Poetry
LITTLE SONG You can't stay vigilant and remain alive Or infinite vigilance is a kind of death. Or you can't be present tense That is, tense about the present. Here, you said in school. Present. But you were not Your mind back home eating sweet elephants from a jar. Or placing Thumbelina in a milkweed car. What luxury, to think of milkweed cars and cookie jars and turning lights on in the dark or lights off in the light or dreams of dropping vigilance or memories of negligence, heedless in your posh knee socks, your ritzy lamb, your lush pop beads, your lilac jam, your breathless, deathless, feckless little song
December 6, 2025 at 6:08 PM
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Drop an old person you're going to turn into in the future.
Picture of Sam Elliott
December 6, 2025 at 5:06 PM
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Well seems I'm gonna be sick all weekend so it was a good day to get some book mail

@luaz.bsky.social 's Becoming Altar & Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi's Disintegration Made Plain & Easy are in the house with me as of now
Two books placed next to each other: on the left, Becoming Altar by Kyla Houbolt in blue with yellow lettering; on the right Disintegration Made Plain & Easy by Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi in brown with light brown lettering & the appearance of raised designs.
December 5, 2025 at 9:29 PM
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Night Crow by Theodore Roethke

#smallpoemsunday
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NIGHT CROW When I saw that clumsy crow Flap from a wasted tree, A shape in the mind rose up: Over the gulfs of dream Flew a tremendous bird Further and further away Into a moonless black Deep in the brain, far back.
November 30, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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Ok haha this is a silly exercise, but here it is.
A map of the US showing my preferences for which states i'd live in...
November 30, 2025 at 12:43 AM
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The world won't stop annihilating me.

Krisma Mancia from New England Review
Krisma Mancía Summer translated from the Spanish by Emma Trelles My body has a life of its own. Octopus life Life of the hole where I hide My heart has again filled with light Black butterflies escape beneath my skirt It's late. The world won't stop annihilating me. The sun wheels. The heat tires. Thirty-nine degrees outside the body. Inside, there's rain. Surprise! Surprise I declare that my son was stillborn,. I hid him in a water tank Now he's solely mine. Summer is maddening No one should know that one day I saw an angel The sky has a scar behind its cages. Bread tastes like ash. Surprise! Surprise. I smell my skeleton's ash in the bonfire. It's early. The world has sentenced me to sew up my vagina later my mouth. Nothing should come in or out. Nothing Not even the wind I am guilty because I smell of fear.
November 29, 2025 at 5:04 PM
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This place about to turn into a crime scene
A very clean kitchen with a dog
November 26, 2025 at 7:09 PM
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Enjoyed.
Cover of Makeshift Altar by Amy M. Alvarez. It is pink with black writing & the image of an altar.
November 26, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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Ruth Baumann from A Thousand Ars Poeticas
Blake, I understand protest. I understand fight, Blake, whether or not war. I heat you, leaving a church, a foundation, a fear-based hierarchy of thought. I have been taught these nine years, Blake since I pulled my head from the gutter it buried my heart in, how to fold a hand gone wrong Sometimes vou're unreadable, but I write out of a system, too. Im reading the Dalai Lama & Tbe New Tim Crow, busily forgetting my ex-boyfriend on a Friday night. I couldn't tell vou the last time I saw my parents, broke bread over broken ground. Blake, I like to set fires, too. It's not in my DNA-_it is my DNA. Seems like you know that song, Illustrate me
November 23, 2025 at 9:48 PM
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Got issue 1 of The End Times the other day & finally had a moment to sit & enjoy it! Looking forward to more @badhandbooks.bsky.social @stephenking.bsky.social ...
A hand holding a small newspaper called The End Times on a lap on a porch. Feet wearing flip flops stick up from behind it, in front of a yard of plants.
November 23, 2025 at 8:57 PM
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Mark Yakich from The Making Of Collateral Beauty

#smallpoemsunday
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prose Sonnet The shirt in the poem was real, the house was not, and the last line was stolen from a philosopher who was in love with a 13-year-old boy. The attic window from which the reader views all of this alleged failing in love was pentagonal, red and yellow stained glass. Over the years, many neighborhood kids have tried to knock out the window with rocks and baseballs, but it can only be smashed from the inside out.
November 23, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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Broke my heart to leave the city
I mean it broke what wasn't broken in there already
& all my great reasons for leaving...
Well now I can't think of any
Pope Leo on the mic
November 23, 2025 at 4:02 AM
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There never was any question, was there?

Amy M. Alvarez from Makeshift Altar
149th Street The psychic on the corner totes grocery bags past neon signs in her windows, run in her stocking inching up shin. I scooped garter snakes from sidewalk cracks. My cats captured cicadas- fluttering green jewels in their pink mouths. That corner always needed a streetlight: boy's blood on asphalt given as testimony. It isn't lost on me that our expressway was named Utopia. There never was any question, was there? I can still see sunset behind the church steeple. Above juniper's canopy: magenta sky and crows, crows, crows
November 22, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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Here we go. Bottling day.

#wine #winemaking #sacramento
Empty bottles lined up in front of bottling line
November 20, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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There are four types of guys online, no exceptions
This is a photo of the band Minor Threat on a porch that was used as the cover of their record, Salad Days. There are four young men in black & white sitting on a well worn porch.
November 19, 2025 at 4:49 AM
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Skin-fermented #Chardonnay smells like heaven. Bottling on Thursday...

#wine #winemaking #sacramento
A hand holding up a wine glass with some orange colored wine. Winery equipment & barrels in the background
November 18, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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Emptying tanks

#wine #winemaking #sacramento
Inside a round stainless steel tank with an orange colored wine on the bottom. The lid, a person's head wearing a hat, & the phone taking the picture are visible as a reflection in the wine.
November 17, 2025 at 6:22 PM
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My sister in law is singing in the Denver Voices Rock community choir tonight & we are streaming from Sacramento!
A choir & band on stage. There is a graphic above them that says "Voices Rock"
November 16, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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Final Curve, Langston Hughes

#smallpoemsunday
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Final Curve When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left.
November 16, 2025 at 2:37 PM
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Here, have this dog belly.
A cute black dog with white on his chest exposes his belly on a couch.
November 15, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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Red right hand.

Last press load of #harvest2025 finally getting done.

#sacramento
#wine
#winemaking
Right hand covered in red grape bits & juice hovering over a press full of wine ready to be pressed
November 14, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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This sky rn Sacramento
Picture of sky with swirley clouds
November 12, 2025 at 12:09 AM