Joel Lester
@joellester.bsky.social
Washed up Music Teacher.
Former Owner of NZ's Smallest Bookstore.
Living in a cabin on the edge of the woods.
Words
@ https://thewonderinghouse.substack.com/
Sounds
@ https://album.link/spacejazz
Former Owner of NZ's Smallest Bookstore.
Living in a cabin on the edge of the woods.
Words
@ https://thewonderinghouse.substack.com/
Sounds
@ https://album.link/spacejazz
I contemplate the strange physics of having all the time in the world and yet nothing to do.
#writersky #authorsky #writing
#writersky #authorsky #writing
February 24, 2025 at 10:03 PM
I contemplate the strange physics of having all the time in the world and yet nothing to do.
#writersky #authorsky #writing
#writersky #authorsky #writing
Poems about love??
"Run screaming into heart / into the stream and out again / I watch my life as it pools in collections of moments
You point at the halo of petals surrounding the base of the tree
You point at me and I feel beautiful."
#poetry #poem #writersky #writingcommunity #writing
"Run screaming into heart / into the stream and out again / I watch my life as it pools in collections of moments
You point at the halo of petals surrounding the base of the tree
You point at me and I feel beautiful."
#poetry #poem #writersky #writingcommunity #writing
Persephone Sleeps
I follow you to the rose garden.
thewonderinghouse.substack.com
February 14, 2025 at 8:32 PM
Poems about love??
"Run screaming into heart / into the stream and out again / I watch my life as it pools in collections of moments
You point at the halo of petals surrounding the base of the tree
You point at me and I feel beautiful."
#poetry #poem #writersky #writingcommunity #writing
"Run screaming into heart / into the stream and out again / I watch my life as it pools in collections of moments
You point at the halo of petals surrounding the base of the tree
You point at me and I feel beautiful."
#poetry #poem #writersky #writingcommunity #writing
If no one’s around to hear me talk about my “personal projects,” do they even make a sound?
How is it that I’m running late—to nothing?
How do I describe myself without telling people what I do?
#amwriting #writersky #authorsky #writingcommunity #writing
How is it that I’m running late—to nothing?
How do I describe myself without telling people what I do?
#amwriting #writersky #authorsky #writingcommunity #writing
February 13, 2025 at 10:28 PM
If no one’s around to hear me talk about my “personal projects,” do they even make a sound?
How is it that I’m running late—to nothing?
How do I describe myself without telling people what I do?
#amwriting #writersky #authorsky #writingcommunity #writing
How is it that I’m running late—to nothing?
How do I describe myself without telling people what I do?
#amwriting #writersky #authorsky #writingcommunity #writing
Like Mondays, I too exist in multiple states.
I am both productive and useless until measured.
I am both hopeful and despairing until the waveform collapses.
#authorsky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writing #amwriting #authors
I am both productive and useless until measured.
I am both hopeful and despairing until the waveform collapses.
#authorsky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writing #amwriting #authors
Mondays
Without a job to define the start of the week, Mondays don’t really exist.
thewonderinghouse.substack.com
February 13, 2025 at 10:26 PM
Like Mondays, I too exist in multiple states.
I am both productive and useless until measured.
I am both hopeful and despairing until the waveform collapses.
#authorsky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writing #amwriting #authors
I am both productive and useless until measured.
I am both hopeful and despairing until the waveform collapses.
#authorsky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writing #amwriting #authors
Sometimes I feel the universe must be homesick.
All that constant expansion, moving forever away from where it began.
No wonder we feel it too—we’re made of that same restless stardust.
#writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky
All that constant expansion, moving forever away from where it began.
No wonder we feel it too—we’re made of that same restless stardust.
#writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky
February 12, 2025 at 10:49 PM
Sometimes I feel the universe must be homesick.
All that constant expansion, moving forever away from where it began.
No wonder we feel it too—we’re made of that same restless stardust.
#writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky
All that constant expansion, moving forever away from where it began.
No wonder we feel it too—we’re made of that same restless stardust.
#writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky
Exploring loneliness and longing in an expanding universe.
"Maybe that’s what love is—
gravity fighting against expansion.
Two bodies refusing to drift apart, despite entropy and heartbreak."
#authorsky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writing #amwriting #authors #poetry
"Maybe that’s what love is—
gravity fighting against expansion.
Two bodies refusing to drift apart, despite entropy and heartbreak."
#authorsky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writing #amwriting #authors #poetry
A Homesick Universe
Sometimes I feel the universe must be homesick.
thewonderinghouse.substack.com
February 12, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Exploring loneliness and longing in an expanding universe.
"Maybe that’s what love is—
gravity fighting against expansion.
Two bodies refusing to drift apart, despite entropy and heartbreak."
#authorsky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writing #amwriting #authors #poetry
"Maybe that’s what love is—
gravity fighting against expansion.
Two bodies refusing to drift apart, despite entropy and heartbreak."
#authorsky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writersky #writing #amwriting #authors #poetry
I'm finally opening the doors at thewonderinghouse.substack.com
A home for all of my words that need somewhere to live.
#writingcommunity #writing #amwriting #authors
#poetry #writersky
A home for all of my words that need somewhere to live.
#writingcommunity #writing #amwriting #authors
#poetry #writersky
The Wondering House | Joel Lester | Substack
A home for big ideas, strange questions, and the occasional existential meltdown. Click to read The Wondering House, by Joel Lester, a Substack publication. Launched 4 days ago.
thewonderinghouse.substack.com
February 12, 2025 at 10:04 PM
I'm finally opening the doors at thewonderinghouse.substack.com
A home for all of my words that need somewhere to live.
#writingcommunity #writing #amwriting #authors
#poetry #writersky
A home for all of my words that need somewhere to live.
#writingcommunity #writing #amwriting #authors
#poetry #writersky
Making faces with Percy.
November 13, 2023 at 6:02 AM
Making faces with Percy.
Today's fountain pen adventures saw me deciding to mix J Herbin inks 'Lie De Thé' and 'Vert Empire'. I ended up with this absolutely delicious mossy green of my dreams 🖋️
November 11, 2023 at 11:25 PM
Today's fountain pen adventures saw me deciding to mix J Herbin inks 'Lie De Thé' and 'Vert Empire'. I ended up with this absolutely delicious mossy green of my dreams 🖋️
Reposted by Joel Lester
Lounging in the sun room.
November 11, 2023 at 12:58 AM
Lounging in the sun room.
Cow.
His name is Berry.
His name is Berry.
November 11, 2023 at 12:56 AM
Cow.
His name is Berry.
His name is Berry.
Ive suddenly realized that I may be living every cottagecore girls dream. The garden smells of lavender and thyme and the spring flowers are in full bloom. Bliss.
November 10, 2023 at 4:43 AM
Ive suddenly realized that I may be living every cottagecore girls dream. The garden smells of lavender and thyme and the spring flowers are in full bloom. Bliss.
A poem from too many years ago. Written in a tiny shack by the beach, while I was bedridden sick and reading too much surrealist stuff.
Puno
I embrace Puno with my eyes, he has two faces and a smile that moves in both directions.
open.substack.com
November 7, 2023 at 9:43 AM
A poem from too many years ago. Written in a tiny shack by the beach, while I was bedridden sick and reading too much surrealist stuff.
A few nights ago; a cool spring evening trying a new J. Herbin ink in my fountain pen 🖋️ anyone have some ink recommendations?
November 7, 2023 at 3:09 AM
A few nights ago; a cool spring evening trying a new J. Herbin ink in my fountain pen 🖋️ anyone have some ink recommendations?
Some days I wish I was a lush spot of moss sitting in a shady garden collecting rain drops and fallen leaves, so carefree and green.
November 6, 2023 at 4:36 AM
Some days I wish I was a lush spot of moss sitting in a shady garden collecting rain drops and fallen leaves, so carefree and green.
Been quietly lurking the #Essaycamp threads and slowly chipping away at some writing. Wrote a poem on the first day because it felt right, but the 5 point prompts have brought along some unexpected trains of thought where I feel like a cheerful passenger watching the landscape of my mind pass me by.
November 5, 2023 at 5:39 AM
Been quietly lurking the #Essaycamp threads and slowly chipping away at some writing. Wrote a poem on the first day because it felt right, but the 5 point prompts have brought along some unexpected trains of thought where I feel like a cheerful passenger watching the landscape of my mind pass me by.
I follow you to the rose garden / the camellias have dripped free their leaves
You cup your ear to the soil / listening for the murmurs of underworld tributaries
Persephone sleeps / you pick the pomegranate from your teeth
--
Read the rest below
joellester.substack.com/p/a-poem-per...
#poetry
You cup your ear to the soil / listening for the murmurs of underworld tributaries
Persephone sleeps / you pick the pomegranate from your teeth
--
Read the rest below
joellester.substack.com/p/a-poem-per...
#poetry
October 30, 2023 at 1:12 AM
I follow you to the rose garden / the camellias have dripped free their leaves
You cup your ear to the soil / listening for the murmurs of underworld tributaries
Persephone sleeps / you pick the pomegranate from your teeth
--
Read the rest below
joellester.substack.com/p/a-poem-per...
#poetry
You cup your ear to the soil / listening for the murmurs of underworld tributaries
Persephone sleeps / you pick the pomegranate from your teeth
--
Read the rest below
joellester.substack.com/p/a-poem-per...
#poetry
Well, there goes my morning.
October 29, 2023 at 9:36 PM
Well, there goes my morning.
joellester.substack.com/p/haiku-no-1
Cold water stream
I climbed a mountain
To kiss your mouth
#poetry #haiku
Cold water stream
I climbed a mountain
To kiss your mouth
#poetry #haiku
October 29, 2023 at 6:22 AM
joellester.substack.com/p/haiku-no-1
Cold water stream
I climbed a mountain
To kiss your mouth
#poetry #haiku
Cold water stream
I climbed a mountain
To kiss your mouth
#poetry #haiku
backyard moss and obsidian from the beach.
Percy has sniffed the moss and rocks and approves.
Percy has sniffed the moss and rocks and approves.
October 29, 2023 at 12:14 AM
backyard moss and obsidian from the beach.
Percy has sniffed the moss and rocks and approves.
Percy has sniffed the moss and rocks and approves.