Jo Mizuno
@jomizuno.bsky.social
Brash zydecho riffs echo from the roadhouse near Bayou Lafourche. It is the Mardi Gras, and half the parish is drinking in anticipation of an abstemious Lent. Evangeline, #incognito under a ratty ball cap, slips away. She's hoping mightily to sin with the preacher's son in this liquid night. #vss365
March 5, 2025 at 7:04 AM
Brash zydecho riffs echo from the roadhouse near Bayou Lafourche. It is the Mardi Gras, and half the parish is drinking in anticipation of an abstemious Lent. Evangeline, #incognito under a ratty ball cap, slips away. She's hoping mightily to sin with the preacher's son in this liquid night. #vss365
Graciela, the newest countergirl at the #Emporium, watches a gunslinger blunder around the menswear department. Old Jim glares at the dirty interloper. "Oh, for heaven's sake." She glides over and kindly asks, "may I help you?" Eyes like summer sky lift to hers. Her life's trajectory pivots. #vss365
March 1, 2025 at 6:30 AM
Graciela, the newest countergirl at the #Emporium, watches a gunslinger blunder around the menswear department. Old Jim glares at the dirty interloper. "Oh, for heaven's sake." She glides over and kindly asks, "may I help you?" Eyes like summer sky lift to hers. Her life's trajectory pivots. #vss365
"Nothing makes sense anymore," Rico complains to Simon his orienteering instructor "just when I get a handle on where things are going, the #contour of the map changes entirely. Why do we tolerate this irrational geography?" The cyborg guide turns as if to reply. And then the dragons arrive. #vss365
February 27, 2025 at 2:39 PM
"Nothing makes sense anymore," Rico complains to Simon his orienteering instructor "just when I get a handle on where things are going, the #contour of the map changes entirely. Why do we tolerate this irrational geography?" The cyborg guide turns as if to reply. And then the dragons arrive. #vss365
Altair & Vega loved deeply (as teenagers love) in blackberry-scented darkness. Her father had not approved. Now, the Queen of Heaven thinks fondly of her annual, #interim liaison with her cowherd as she waits for her guard to bring the captured rebel general before her. She looks up. Gasps. #vss365
February 26, 2025 at 3:14 PM
"Some large fish, like Tuna have a band of slow-twitch muscle called a #bloodline that helps them keep swimming." Kettō helpfully shared.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kai growled at his apprentice as Bassiano screamed. "Hold this bastard down while I carve out that pound of flesh." #vss365
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kai growled at his apprentice as Bassiano screamed. "Hold this bastard down while I carve out that pound of flesh." #vss365
February 15, 2025 at 6:30 AM
"Some large fish, like Tuna have a band of slow-twitch muscle called a #bloodline that helps them keep swimming." Kettō helpfully shared.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kai growled at his apprentice as Bassiano screamed. "Hold this bastard down while I carve out that pound of flesh." #vss365
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kai growled at his apprentice as Bassiano screamed. "Hold this bastard down while I carve out that pound of flesh." #vss365
Ozymandias, king of kings, looked upon his works and despaired. He truly had not understood the tedious & #complex logistics involved in running an empire. "Look. How about we put a honkin' big statue in the desert so some drunk poet has something cool to lament, and I'll just retire. Yes?" #vss365
February 14, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Mary knew Stanley's arms were not a reliable #safe_haven, but she longed for a properly improper romantic hero to appear and whisk her away from her small life in Hounslow. Stanley only barely managed improper (when he wasn't pissed). Mary's escape seemed unlikely until that one foggy night. #vss365
February 13, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Mary knew Stanley's arms were not a reliable #safe_haven, but she longed for a properly improper romantic hero to appear and whisk her away from her small life in Hounslow. Stanley only barely managed improper (when he wasn't pissed). Mary's escape seemed unlikely until that one foggy night. #vss365
Taos Pueblo, 1973. With the sun at his back and the #mercury rising, Jimmy ambles, half-heartedly, towards the Hlauuma. Maggie is back, unexpectedly. He loves her, of course, but nothing good ever happens when Maggie comes home. Six hours later, some boys find his corpse in the dry arroyo. #vss365
February 12, 2025 at 12:57 PM
Lady Zoë Chao hands a delicate china cup to the vile Marquis. He leers at her before tossing back his oolong in a barbaric gulp. The leer freezes in a rictus grin & he falls forward, deceased. "Ladies are #modest, ladies are demure." Zoë almost hears her mother's voice as she demurely flees #vss365
February 9, 2025 at 6:43 AM
Sirens blare, slice hot through the sultry, summer night. We take shelter as the first #cyclone makes landfall. This isn't our first cataclysm or even our first typhoon. Now, I tangle in you, cursing and praying, as storm surge breaches the protective walls. The power of us steals my breath. #vss365
February 7, 2025 at 6:59 AM
Sirens blare, slice hot through the sultry, summer night. We take shelter as the first #cyclone makes landfall. This isn't our first cataclysm or even our first typhoon. Now, I tangle in you, cursing and praying, as storm surge breaches the protective walls. The power of us steals my breath. #vss365
Finally, only 6 steps separate Kai from his prize. Actually, 6 steps and 1 dragon. The thief really didn't expect the dragon.
Its impressive bulk is curled around the translucent dimensional #nexus key like a murderous 3-ton hedgehog. It slits one eye open & growls "Do you feel lucky, punk?" #vss365
Its impressive bulk is curled around the translucent dimensional #nexus key like a murderous 3-ton hedgehog. It slits one eye open & growls "Do you feel lucky, punk?" #vss365
February 5, 2025 at 7:37 AM
It is a blustery day in these 100-acre woods. I step out grasping the handle of my #umbrella. Water sluices down the bright fabric. Fierce winds batter me and try to steal my shelter. Suddenly, you are here beside me, my love. Your hand rests on mine, holding steady, as we walk into time. #vss365
February 2, 2025 at 12:11 PM
Dusk settles outside the convent walls as Kai #laces his fingers behind his head. Marguerite pulls at the knotted #lace ensuring her guipure #lace bodice stays #laced shut.
"That seems... complicated," he remarks.
"Solo en Ingles." She glides over, her movement #laced with sensual intent #vss365
"That seems... complicated," he remarks.
"Solo en Ingles." She glides over, her movement #laced with sensual intent #vss365
January 22, 2025 at 6:36 AM
The #slithy toves, the hedgehog wailed, are due for tea and cakes!
Sweet Alice cried, with woonsome fierce, we shall inhume those rakes!
That bandersnatch approached her knight to start a game of whist.
Through it all, the dormouse slept whilst Cheshire cat was mist.
#vss365 #doggerel
Sweet Alice cried, with woonsome fierce, we shall inhume those rakes!
That bandersnatch approached her knight to start a game of whist.
Through it all, the dormouse slept whilst Cheshire cat was mist.
#vss365 #doggerel
January 19, 2025 at 7:23 AM
Jon doesn't often do the grocery shopping as Goldie stops in on her way home from work. Today, she is home with a cold. So here he is, with her scrawled list. The last item gives him pause. It's better to get both, he decides. He tosses the pintos into his trolly and heads toward the ursine roaring.
September 11, 2023 at 1:55 PM
Jon doesn't often do the grocery shopping as Goldie stops in on her way home from work. Today, she is home with a cold. So here he is, with her scrawled list. The last item gives him pause. It's better to get both, he decides. He tosses the pintos into his trolly and heads toward the ursine roaring.
After the war, Gaspar settled in the green valley. His pension & occasional petty larceny are enough to sustain him. He paid his debt to society. It should be enough. But he lacks purpose. He is bored. One crisp fall morning, his comm pad buzzes with an encrypted note from Kai Tanaka. "Are you in?"
September 10, 2023 at 4:06 PM
After the war, Gaspar settled in the green valley. His pension & occasional petty larceny are enough to sustain him. He paid his debt to society. It should be enough. But he lacks purpose. He is bored. One crisp fall morning, his comm pad buzzes with an encrypted note from Kai Tanaka. "Are you in?"
Theophage Anaxi Shi gazes upon the first offerings with a sullen expression. They killed and devoured the old God Te, as the prophecy foretold. They had not understood the power twin rituals of offering & worship held over Te's followers. A man kneels & offeres three spheres. Intriguing & delicious.
September 9, 2023 at 1:51 PM
Theophage Anaxi Shi gazes upon the first offerings with a sullen expression. They killed and devoured the old God Te, as the prophecy foretold. They had not understood the power twin rituals of offering & worship held over Te's followers. A man kneels & offeres three spheres. Intriguing & delicious.
History knows the kamikaze for its destructive power; as the divine wind that sank the invading Khanate forces. Rose, sometimes avatar of that storm, has a more nuanced view. Yes, the wind can bring death, but also ecstasy, freedom, & salvation. Wind combs her mane as she drifts in the golden light.
September 8, 2023 at 1:41 PM
History knows the kamikaze for its destructive power; as the divine wind that sank the invading Khanate forces. Rose, sometimes avatar of that storm, has a more nuanced view. Yes, the wind can bring death, but also ecstasy, freedom, & salvation. Wind combs her mane as she drifts in the golden light.
All modern cities are beautiful at night, Hikari muses, but especially her City with fog rolling in from the Pacific. On nights like this, when "what ifs" prick a little too closely, she comes up here to remember the darkness after the Crash. We built this, she thinks fiercely, and I regret nothing.
September 7, 2023 at 1:12 PM
All modern cities are beautiful at night, Hikari muses, but especially her City with fog rolling in from the Pacific. On nights like this, when "what ifs" prick a little too closely, she comes up here to remember the darkness after the Crash. We built this, she thinks fiercely, and I regret nothing.
I'm actually a little surprised that my "goth" score was not higher.
September 6, 2023 at 7:27 PM
I'm actually a little surprised that my "goth" score was not higher.
Read banned books ❤️📚
September 6, 2023 at 4:17 PM
Read banned books ❤️📚
Hemingway's shoes, never worn, would be a blip against the oddments of a modern miscarriage. Lucy, alone again (still alone), hauls the last bright item to the curb on trash day. Free! Or just more detritus for our landfill. Her monument to personal and collective pain is complete, and she leaves.
September 6, 2023 at 2:02 PM
Hemingway's shoes, never worn, would be a blip against the oddments of a modern miscarriage. Lucy, alone again (still alone), hauls the last bright item to the curb on trash day. Free! Or just more detritus for our landfill. Her monument to personal and collective pain is complete, and she leaves.
Years later, Inez happened upon this seemingly innocuous image from Before & realized that it all started sooner than they thought. The straight edge wasn't straight but curved. The smooth plane in her memory was grainy & rough. Was past-her blind to the Unraveling? Or had she just ignored it all?
September 5, 2023 at 2:02 PM
Years later, Inez happened upon this seemingly innocuous image from Before & realized that it all started sooner than they thought. The straight edge wasn't straight but curved. The smooth plane in her memory was grainy & rough. Was past-her blind to the Unraveling? Or had she just ignored it all?
Jack slipped into Dempsey's Parlor. Its patrons were working or asleep, & the speakeasy was empty. A fan pushed the heavy heat around. Kieran emerged from the back room with a case of 'shine. He started when he saw his lover. Jack kissed him. "Tonight." The revenue agent said. "The raid is tonight."
September 3, 2023 at 4:05 PM
Jack slipped into Dempsey's Parlor. Its patrons were working or asleep, & the speakeasy was empty. A fan pushed the heavy heat around. Kieran emerged from the back room with a case of 'shine. He started when he saw his lover. Jack kissed him. "Tonight." The revenue agent said. "The raid is tonight."
She is wearing the wrong shoes for the Rapture. In Astrid's defense, she was just going to the corner store for cat food when it happened. At the corner of Market and 5th, the holy light enveloped her. Poof. She looks around and curses at the void, "There's been a mistake. Send me back now, Uncle."
September 2, 2023 at 2:06 PM
She is wearing the wrong shoes for the Rapture. In Astrid's defense, she was just going to the corner store for cat food when it happened. At the corner of Market and 5th, the holy light enveloped her. Poof. She looks around and curses at the void, "There's been a mistake. Send me back now, Uncle."