Laine Thompson
@marlinhoister.bsky.social
The sailor cannot see the North but knows the needle can.
Full time carer for someone with LongCovid. Mostly photographs and thoughts connected to my immediate landscape in the ever decreasing circles of my life.
Full time carer for someone with LongCovid. Mostly photographs and thoughts connected to my immediate landscape in the ever decreasing circles of my life.
Sky bright, air damp with showers. Bones cold. Time to return home to warm through and sip “tea and oranges”.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
– Gary Soto, “Oranges”
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
– Gary Soto, “Oranges”
December 6, 2025 at 2:56 PM
Sky bright, air damp with showers. Bones cold. Time to return home to warm through and sip “tea and oranges”.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
– Gary Soto, “Oranges”
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
– Gary Soto, “Oranges”
Long shadows. (Tilly dog and me). Bright sky. Tide well out. Almost empty beach. One or two oystercatchers peeping on the shoreline. And breathe.
December 3, 2025 at 10:48 AM
Long shadows. (Tilly dog and me). Bright sky. Tide well out. Almost empty beach. One or two oystercatchers peeping on the shoreline. And breathe.
Crow Road.
A pocket sized tribute to the crow.
A pocket sized tribute to the crow.
December 2, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Crow Road.
A pocket sized tribute to the crow.
A pocket sized tribute to the crow.