Katie Frances Hartless
@katiehartless.bsky.social
I'm a persistent poet, free-spirited fiction writer, and word trapeze artist working on my latest death-defying act on the keys.
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The Tired Diplomat
The tired diplomat returns to home
to find his country’s not his own.
He spots shoreline from the bow
it once resembled mother’s brow,
The tired diplomat returns to home
to find his country’s not his own.
He spots shoreline from the bow
it once resembled mother’s brow,
The Tired Diplomat
The tired diplomat returns hometo find his country’s not his own.He spots the shoreline from the bowit once resembled mother’s brow,now it’s rocky and village dotted,the childhood dock, dull and rotted.It’s wobbly with weathered veneerlacking the poles of Venetian piers.The door to his cottage, plain and stained,so small ‘side the porticos of Spain.
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November 29, 2025 at 4:23 AM
The Tired Diplomat
The tired diplomat returns to home
to find his country’s not his own.
He spots shoreline from the bow
it once resembled mother’s brow,
The tired diplomat returns to home
to find his country’s not his own.
He spots shoreline from the bow
it once resembled mother’s brow,
When the road worsens,
I like to recline:
happy for a cushion to call mine.
I like to recline:
happy for a cushion to call mine.
From the Backseat
When the road gets bumpy, or slick from deceit, I politely decline, no need to retreat.
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November 25, 2025 at 12:43 PM
When the road worsens,
I like to recline:
happy for a cushion to call mine.
I like to recline:
happy for a cushion to call mine.
I'm a part of the black and white sea,
spend my days in mourning,
dead to my own beliefs.
spend my days in mourning,
dead to my own beliefs.
Disenfranchised Grief
I'm a part of the black and white sea, spend my days in mourning, dead to my own beliefs.
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November 22, 2025 at 6:07 AM
I'm a part of the black and white sea,
spend my days in mourning,
dead to my own beliefs.
spend my days in mourning,
dead to my own beliefs.
I’ve Gotten Used to the Rains
I’ve Gotten Used to the Rains
Dull days pull me close with
their drip, drip, drip;
the widening circle’s gain.
Mahjong tiles in a pile,
blessings for the daily grain.
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November 5, 2025 at 3:06 PM
I’ve Gotten Used to the Rains
For soon the year will collapse,
fold its hands across its lap,
wheeze and rattle its last.
#bloodmonth #November #poetry
fold its hands across its lap,
wheeze and rattle its last.
#bloodmonth #November #poetry
Blood Loss Month
For soon the year will collapse, fold its hands across its lap, wheeze and rattle its last.
kfhartless.com
November 2, 2025 at 1:24 PM
For soon the year will collapse,
fold its hands across its lap,
wheeze and rattle its last.
#bloodmonth #November #poetry
fold its hands across its lap,
wheeze and rattle its last.
#bloodmonth #November #poetry
I’ve learned to read by moonlight;
my bayonet is sharper than before.
my bayonet is sharper than before.
Holding the Fort
I’ve learned to read by moonlight; my bayonet is sharper than before.
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October 26, 2025 at 3:01 AM
I’ve learned to read by moonlight;
my bayonet is sharper than before.
my bayonet is sharper than before.
Luck is awfully shy when it knows a pack of prowling cats will search for it without fail at night's brightest hour.
Maneneko
Luck is awfully shy, and it knows a pack of prowling cats will search for it without fail at night's brightest hour.
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October 13, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Luck is awfully shy when it knows a pack of prowling cats will search for it without fail at night's brightest hour.
October 7, 2025 at 1:39 PM
Leg and thigh will soon cool
enough to be quickly consumed.
enough to be quickly consumed.
Vat after Vat
Leg and thigh will soon cool enough to be quickly consumed.
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October 7, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Leg and thigh will soon cool
enough to be quickly consumed.
enough to be quickly consumed.
Relic of the Moon
Thumbprint in the sky, mother prune, look down on my comet, easily identified, but gone too soon.
Thumbprint in the sky, mother prune, look down on my comet, easily identified, but gone too soon.
Relic of the Moon
Thumbprint in the sky, mother prune, look down on my comet, easily identified, but gone too soon.
kfhartless.com
October 6, 2025 at 12:35 PM
Relic of the Moon
Thumbprint in the sky, mother prune, look down on my comet, easily identified, but gone too soon.
Thumbprint in the sky, mother prune, look down on my comet, easily identified, but gone too soon.
Make It Sink
Add to our worries soil movement and leaks.
Add to our worries soil movement and leaks.
Make It Sink
Add to our worries soil movement and leaks.
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September 24, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Make It Sink
Add to our worries soil movement and leaks.
Add to our worries soil movement and leaks.
Chums The Water
Words make we wade a little farther
Words make we wade a little farther
Chums The Water
Words make we wade a little farther
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September 22, 2025 at 3:08 PM
Chums The Water
Words make we wade a little farther
Words make we wade a little farther
On my walk home
I could be happy in a place like this…somewhere well beyond the rose.
I could be happy in a place like this…somewhere well beyond the rose.
On my walk home
I could be happy in a place like this…somewhere well beyond the rose.
kfhartless.com
September 20, 2025 at 4:18 PM
On my walk home
I could be happy in a place like this…somewhere well beyond the rose.
I could be happy in a place like this…somewhere well beyond the rose.
For what are we,
if not soaking wet sycophants,
frozen by our own reflections.
if not soaking wet sycophants,
frozen by our own reflections.
Of the Deep
For what are we, if not soaking wet sycophants, frozen by our own reflections.
kfhartless.com
September 18, 2025 at 1:26 PM
For what are we,
if not soaking wet sycophants,
frozen by our own reflections.
if not soaking wet sycophants,
frozen by our own reflections.
Story Time Sunday #65 Skywalkers
“Get your flippers on, friend. It’s Sunday.”
kfhartless.com
September 14, 2025 at 1:10 PM
I've taken to the fever of our fights,
but I'm not sure I can sacrifice
a whole organ
to have you home at nights.
#poetry
#poem
but I'm not sure I can sacrifice
a whole organ
to have you home at nights.
#poetry
#poem
The Cursed Appendage
I've taken to the fever of our fights, but I'm not sure I can sacrifice a whole organ to have you home at nights.
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September 7, 2025 at 10:28 AM
A Driving Rain
Today, the rain can't stop
the window rolling down,
sprinkles on her forearm
like goodbye kisses,
reminders of their
rain dance
feelings drenched.
The way he took her for a spin.
Her heart dripping,
his underwater love
#amwriting
Today, the rain can't stop
the window rolling down,
sprinkles on her forearm
like goodbye kisses,
reminders of their
rain dance
feelings drenched.
The way he took her for a spin.
Her heart dripping,
his underwater love
#amwriting
A Driving Rain
"Driving Rain" Sergey Lesnikov She'd been drivingin and out of rainher whole life.The downfalls,the trickles,the heavy flowof water and traffic,the cycle of her yearslike the shifting of gears.
kfhartless.com
September 4, 2025 at 3:22 PM
A Driving Rain
Today, the rain can't stop
the window rolling down,
sprinkles on her forearm
like goodbye kisses,
reminders of their
rain dance
feelings drenched.
The way he took her for a spin.
Her heart dripping,
his underwater love
#amwriting
Today, the rain can't stop
the window rolling down,
sprinkles on her forearm
like goodbye kisses,
reminders of their
rain dance
feelings drenched.
The way he took her for a spin.
Her heart dripping,
his underwater love
#amwriting
When's the last time you enjoyed "A Period Piece?"
A Period Piece
utakleiv by roblfc1892 The white of the sky blends into the thighsof the bobbling, blubbery ocean.It’s her time of the month,and she is bloated with clouds-rocks like areola lie sore among her shore.This daily flow of rain, a burden to bear,but she must keep pace and force out air.Winds to push the sails of men casting nets,
kfhartless.com
September 4, 2025 at 3:14 PM
When's the last time you enjoyed "A Period Piece?"
Below the flow looks deep, divine.
I’m Not Ready
The bridge I'm crossing swings, unsteady. The cobble stones are overgrown, the backpack I've grown accustomed to grows ever-more heavy.
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September 4, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Below the flow looks deep, divine.
Reposted by Katie Frances Hartless
Spider web curtains,
Candlelit corners, goth glow,
Romantic sanctum.
#WeirdMicro #RomanticSanctum #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@weirdmicro.bsky.social
Candlelit corners, goth glow,
Romantic sanctum.
#WeirdMicro #RomanticSanctum #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@weirdmicro.bsky.social
August 28, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Spider web curtains,
Candlelit corners, goth glow,
Romantic sanctum.
#WeirdMicro #RomanticSanctum #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@weirdmicro.bsky.social
Candlelit corners, goth glow,
Romantic sanctum.
#WeirdMicro #RomanticSanctum #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@weirdmicro.bsky.social
Reposted by Katie Frances Hartless
Truth runs drier than the well
Tongue-Tied
The truth runs drier than the well...
kfhartless.com
August 13, 2025 at 1:22 PM
Truth runs drier than the well