Mint
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The lone goose glides across the pond
Singing a song of searching
And forever receiving only echos
The lone goose is an observer,
An adventurer, a navigator
The lone goose remains in the pond
Silently watching all
#poetry
Singing a song of searching
And forever receiving only echos
The lone goose is an observer,
An adventurer, a navigator
The lone goose remains in the pond
Silently watching all
#poetry
January 11, 2026 at 8:40 PM
The lone goose glides across the pond
Singing a song of searching
And forever receiving only echos
The lone goose is an observer,
An adventurer, a navigator
The lone goose remains in the pond
Silently watching all
#poetry
Singing a song of searching
And forever receiving only echos
The lone goose is an observer,
An adventurer, a navigator
The lone goose remains in the pond
Silently watching all
#poetry
Feeling everything in my body,
My bed hugs me in a gustatory cradle,
My face in a sunset
As fresh poison meets all the sweetness of the Earth.
The light that shines in the eclipse
I am even grateful for
As much as I am grateful for the lack of light.
#poetry
My bed hugs me in a gustatory cradle,
My face in a sunset
As fresh poison meets all the sweetness of the Earth.
The light that shines in the eclipse
I am even grateful for
As much as I am grateful for the lack of light.
#poetry
January 11, 2026 at 7:54 AM
Feeling everything in my body,
My bed hugs me in a gustatory cradle,
My face in a sunset
As fresh poison meets all the sweetness of the Earth.
The light that shines in the eclipse
I am even grateful for
As much as I am grateful for the lack of light.
#poetry
My bed hugs me in a gustatory cradle,
My face in a sunset
As fresh poison meets all the sweetness of the Earth.
The light that shines in the eclipse
I am even grateful for
As much as I am grateful for the lack of light.
#poetry
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Thinking about this poem from Jim Moore today.
January 10, 2026 at 1:17 PM
Thinking about this poem from Jim Moore today.
My camera runs out of film
When I come across the frozen lake
Geese sit in search of food
And two people walk across the bridge
While one bikes.
And while the Earth sleeps in silent stillness
The birds watch over the world
And sing a song of light as the Sun sets
When I come across the frozen lake
Geese sit in search of food
And two people walk across the bridge
While one bikes.
And while the Earth sleeps in silent stillness
The birds watch over the world
And sing a song of light as the Sun sets
January 9, 2026 at 11:44 PM
My camera runs out of film
When I come across the frozen lake
Geese sit in search of food
And two people walk across the bridge
While one bikes.
And while the Earth sleeps in silent stillness
The birds watch over the world
And sing a song of light as the Sun sets
When I come across the frozen lake
Geese sit in search of food
And two people walk across the bridge
While one bikes.
And while the Earth sleeps in silent stillness
The birds watch over the world
And sing a song of light as the Sun sets
A sickening heartbeat,
Piercing eyes
From one who packs when I leave,
And suddenly everything that doesn’t have eyes
Is staring at me.
Phantoms follow me
And the air smells different
More thick, more vulnerable.
#poetry
Piercing eyes
From one who packs when I leave,
And suddenly everything that doesn’t have eyes
Is staring at me.
Phantoms follow me
And the air smells different
More thick, more vulnerable.
#poetry
January 9, 2026 at 5:31 AM
A sickening heartbeat,
Piercing eyes
From one who packs when I leave,
And suddenly everything that doesn’t have eyes
Is staring at me.
Phantoms follow me
And the air smells different
More thick, more vulnerable.
#poetry
Piercing eyes
From one who packs when I leave,
And suddenly everything that doesn’t have eyes
Is staring at me.
Phantoms follow me
And the air smells different
More thick, more vulnerable.
#poetry
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Eyes hunting me
I feel their weight
The shiver of you
Next door to whimsy
How much do you miss
With gaze skyward
Stumbling steps
Lofty intentions
Some claim to be steady
Grounded in purpose
Afraid to mention
They're only bored
Being seen is truth
Being known is rare
Being felt is madness
I feel their weight
The shiver of you
Next door to whimsy
How much do you miss
With gaze skyward
Stumbling steps
Lofty intentions
Some claim to be steady
Grounded in purpose
Afraid to mention
They're only bored
Being seen is truth
Being known is rare
Being felt is madness
January 8, 2026 at 4:22 PM
Eyes hunting me
I feel their weight
The shiver of you
Next door to whimsy
How much do you miss
With gaze skyward
Stumbling steps
Lofty intentions
Some claim to be steady
Grounded in purpose
Afraid to mention
They're only bored
Being seen is truth
Being known is rare
Being felt is madness
I feel their weight
The shiver of you
Next door to whimsy
How much do you miss
With gaze skyward
Stumbling steps
Lofty intentions
Some claim to be steady
Grounded in purpose
Afraid to mention
They're only bored
Being seen is truth
Being known is rare
Being felt is madness
The poison seeps too deep
And suddenly I’m 17 again
Wishing I won’t wake up the next morning
Sleeping forever, far away
From her. She who never bothered
To comfort me in my darkest time
From him. He who accused me of not trying
From them. They who didn’t see my pain
And said nothing when I confessed
And suddenly I’m 17 again
Wishing I won’t wake up the next morning
Sleeping forever, far away
From her. She who never bothered
To comfort me in my darkest time
From him. He who accused me of not trying
From them. They who didn’t see my pain
And said nothing when I confessed
January 7, 2026 at 8:19 AM
The poison seeps too deep
And suddenly I’m 17 again
Wishing I won’t wake up the next morning
Sleeping forever, far away
From her. She who never bothered
To comfort me in my darkest time
From him. He who accused me of not trying
From them. They who didn’t see my pain
And said nothing when I confessed
And suddenly I’m 17 again
Wishing I won’t wake up the next morning
Sleeping forever, far away
From her. She who never bothered
To comfort me in my darkest time
From him. He who accused me of not trying
From them. They who didn’t see my pain
And said nothing when I confessed
I want to break the glass box
I find myself surrounded in
But I’m afraid of bleeding
What I’ve always kept to myself
It shouldn’t scare me to be appreciated
I should find it genuine
But poison still runs in my veins.
How can I remove the poison
Without bleeding out?
Slowly, with time and healing
I find myself surrounded in
But I’m afraid of bleeding
What I’ve always kept to myself
It shouldn’t scare me to be appreciated
I should find it genuine
But poison still runs in my veins.
How can I remove the poison
Without bleeding out?
Slowly, with time and healing
January 7, 2026 at 8:16 AM
I want to break the glass box
I find myself surrounded in
But I’m afraid of bleeding
What I’ve always kept to myself
It shouldn’t scare me to be appreciated
I should find it genuine
But poison still runs in my veins.
How can I remove the poison
Without bleeding out?
Slowly, with time and healing
I find myself surrounded in
But I’m afraid of bleeding
What I’ve always kept to myself
It shouldn’t scare me to be appreciated
I should find it genuine
But poison still runs in my veins.
How can I remove the poison
Without bleeding out?
Slowly, with time and healing
Though they loved me
They never danced with me
And I danced like a bird trapped in a cage
Because I felt more alone outside my cell
But now, I’m told to open my door and fly
And dance in the wind
By new hearts who love me
With the feeling of a warm blanket
After shivering in silence for years
#poem
They never danced with me
And I danced like a bird trapped in a cage
Because I felt more alone outside my cell
But now, I’m told to open my door and fly
And dance in the wind
By new hearts who love me
With the feeling of a warm blanket
After shivering in silence for years
#poem
January 7, 2026 at 8:07 AM
Though they loved me
They never danced with me
And I danced like a bird trapped in a cage
Because I felt more alone outside my cell
But now, I’m told to open my door and fly
And dance in the wind
By new hearts who love me
With the feeling of a warm blanket
After shivering in silence for years
#poem
They never danced with me
And I danced like a bird trapped in a cage
Because I felt more alone outside my cell
But now, I’m told to open my door and fly
And dance in the wind
By new hearts who love me
With the feeling of a warm blanket
After shivering in silence for years
#poem
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a thoughtful, interesting sunset
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#ArtistsOnBlueSky #BlueSkyArtShow #WomensArtBlueSky #Photography #PhotographersOnBlueSky #OregonCoast #Ocean #Clouds #Oregon #Sunset
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#ArtistsOnBlueSky #BlueSkyArtShow #WomensArtBlueSky #Photography #PhotographersOnBlueSky #OregonCoast #Ocean #Clouds #Oregon #Sunset
January 5, 2026 at 1:33 PM
a thoughtful, interesting sunset
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#ArtistsOnBlueSky #BlueSkyArtShow #WomensArtBlueSky #Photography #PhotographersOnBlueSky #OregonCoast #Ocean #Clouds #Oregon #Sunset
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#ArtistsOnBlueSky #BlueSkyArtShow #WomensArtBlueSky #Photography #PhotographersOnBlueSky #OregonCoast #Ocean #Clouds #Oregon #Sunset
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One of my favourite quotes is from Audre Lorde and it reminds me consistently why community is so urgent: “We are, each one of us, intricately woven into the other's existence.”
January 4, 2026 at 7:19 PM
One of my favourite quotes is from Audre Lorde and it reminds me consistently why community is so urgent: “We are, each one of us, intricately woven into the other's existence.”
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This poem by Gwendolyn Brooks continues to be an anchor on hard days.
January 4, 2026 at 10:30 PM
This poem by Gwendolyn Brooks continues to be an anchor on hard days.
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January 3, 2026 at 2:53 PM
“Join me!” you expel,
Stars flashing in your eyes
Like the puzzle pieces you set up
For us to find
And you point to me a puzzle unresolved,
The murder of your mentor
You don’t know I killed.
But then I see your mentor
Standing behind your puzzled face
And realize you’ve been dead the whole time
Stars flashing in your eyes
Like the puzzle pieces you set up
For us to find
And you point to me a puzzle unresolved,
The murder of your mentor
You don’t know I killed.
But then I see your mentor
Standing behind your puzzled face
And realize you’ve been dead the whole time
January 4, 2026 at 5:37 AM
“Join me!” you expel,
Stars flashing in your eyes
Like the puzzle pieces you set up
For us to find
And you point to me a puzzle unresolved,
The murder of your mentor
You don’t know I killed.
But then I see your mentor
Standing behind your puzzled face
And realize you’ve been dead the whole time
Stars flashing in your eyes
Like the puzzle pieces you set up
For us to find
And you point to me a puzzle unresolved,
The murder of your mentor
You don’t know I killed.
But then I see your mentor
Standing behind your puzzled face
And realize you’ve been dead the whole time
When I die, my hands will go first
Purple terracotta with pale bones
As if they were always ready
Waiting for the time I stop warming up
When my knees harden
And my back petrifies
To make a cold coffin
For my lungs and ever-beating heart.
When I die, my body will be clay
To mold once more.
#poetry
Purple terracotta with pale bones
As if they were always ready
Waiting for the time I stop warming up
When my knees harden
And my back petrifies
To make a cold coffin
For my lungs and ever-beating heart.
When I die, my body will be clay
To mold once more.
#poetry
January 4, 2026 at 5:29 AM
When I die, my hands will go first
Purple terracotta with pale bones
As if they were always ready
Waiting for the time I stop warming up
When my knees harden
And my back petrifies
To make a cold coffin
For my lungs and ever-beating heart.
When I die, my body will be clay
To mold once more.
#poetry
Purple terracotta with pale bones
As if they were always ready
Waiting for the time I stop warming up
When my knees harden
And my back petrifies
To make a cold coffin
For my lungs and ever-beating heart.
When I die, my body will be clay
To mold once more.
#poetry
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Ever relevant, this poem by Mary Oliver, especially today.
January 3, 2026 at 2:02 PM
Ever relevant, this poem by Mary Oliver, especially today.
I become a pulsar
When falling into nREM
Becoming a ballet of spacetime
A pulsing geometry of stars
Flowing in my mind
As the waves cradle me
With an intensity of the Universe
And I silently spin
I am a little green man
#poetry #pulsar #astronomy
When falling into nREM
Becoming a ballet of spacetime
A pulsing geometry of stars
Flowing in my mind
As the waves cradle me
With an intensity of the Universe
And I silently spin
I am a little green man
#poetry #pulsar #astronomy
January 3, 2026 at 5:15 AM
I become a pulsar
When falling into nREM
Becoming a ballet of spacetime
A pulsing geometry of stars
Flowing in my mind
As the waves cradle me
With an intensity of the Universe
And I silently spin
I am a little green man
#poetry #pulsar #astronomy
When falling into nREM
Becoming a ballet of spacetime
A pulsing geometry of stars
Flowing in my mind
As the waves cradle me
With an intensity of the Universe
And I silently spin
I am a little green man
#poetry #pulsar #astronomy
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In the car today with my son, age 20!, & he punched me on the shoulder & shouted ‘yellow car no return’, a game we hadn’t played in years
Got thinking about all the other stuff we used to notice & exclaim when they kids were younger
Reminded me of this. Don't stop noticing x
#poetry
#poemoftheday
Got thinking about all the other stuff we used to notice & exclaim when they kids were younger
Reminded me of this. Don't stop noticing x
#poetry
#poemoftheday
January 2, 2026 at 7:03 PM
In the car today with my son, age 20!, & he punched me on the shoulder & shouted ‘yellow car no return’, a game we hadn’t played in years
Got thinking about all the other stuff we used to notice & exclaim when they kids were younger
Reminded me of this. Don't stop noticing x
#poetry
#poemoftheday
Got thinking about all the other stuff we used to notice & exclaim when they kids were younger
Reminded me of this. Don't stop noticing x
#poetry
#poemoftheday
December 28, 2025 at 7:48 AM
We eat the earth we come from
Like a caterpillar eats its eggshell
I wonder if I’ll ever eat an animal heart
My teeth tearing through layers
Filled with water and deep blood
In communion.
And what flavors will greet me?
Will I truly be one
With the beautiful drum
When it’s in my teeth?
#poetry
Like a caterpillar eats its eggshell
I wonder if I’ll ever eat an animal heart
My teeth tearing through layers
Filled with water and deep blood
In communion.
And what flavors will greet me?
Will I truly be one
With the beautiful drum
When it’s in my teeth?
#poetry
December 28, 2025 at 7:47 AM
We eat the earth we come from
Like a caterpillar eats its eggshell
I wonder if I’ll ever eat an animal heart
My teeth tearing through layers
Filled with water and deep blood
In communion.
And what flavors will greet me?
Will I truly be one
With the beautiful drum
When it’s in my teeth?
#poetry
Like a caterpillar eats its eggshell
I wonder if I’ll ever eat an animal heart
My teeth tearing through layers
Filled with water and deep blood
In communion.
And what flavors will greet me?
Will I truly be one
With the beautiful drum
When it’s in my teeth?
#poetry
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All the love poetry
in our entire universe
could never capture
all our memories
our inside jokes
our time with each
other's families, our
late nights crying
our decade plus,
our many lives
together forever
my better half, we
complete each other
#poetry
in our entire universe
could never capture
all our memories
our inside jokes
our time with each
other's families, our
late nights crying
our decade plus,
our many lives
together forever
my better half, we
complete each other
#poetry
December 27, 2025 at 1:21 PM
All the love poetry
in our entire universe
could never capture
all our memories
our inside jokes
our time with each
other's families, our
late nights crying
our decade plus,
our many lives
together forever
my better half, we
complete each other
#poetry
in our entire universe
could never capture
all our memories
our inside jokes
our time with each
other's families, our
late nights crying
our decade plus,
our many lives
together forever
my better half, we
complete each other
#poetry