Michael
@mikhailparker.bsky.social
Reposted by Michael
Abolish the crazy thugs at ICE.
January 10, 2026 at 1:58 AM
Abolish the crazy thugs at ICE.
Okay, better proportions from yesterday’s.
June 19, 2025 at 4:03 PM
Okay, better proportions from yesterday’s.
Still looks wrong, but I’m gonna leave it as is for now.
June 15, 2025 at 1:29 PM
Still looks wrong, but I’m gonna leave it as is for now.
If you see this, post something yellow.
May 17, 2024 at 3:37 PM
If you see this, post something yellow.
I am really not going to love Bluesky until I can edit a post.
April 13, 2024 at 4:02 PM
I am really not going to love Bluesky until I can edit a post.
black lightning of plum tree branches juts out
up, wildly up
a spangle of white blossoms explodes
across the thunderous stormy snapshot:
the fireworks of spring crashing in
#poetry
up, wildly up
a spangle of white blossoms explodes
across the thunderous stormy snapshot:
the fireworks of spring crashing in
#poetry
March 16, 2024 at 4:27 AM
black lightning of plum tree branches juts out
up, wildly up
a spangle of white blossoms explodes
across the thunderous stormy snapshot:
the fireworks of spring crashing in
#poetry
up, wildly up
a spangle of white blossoms explodes
across the thunderous stormy snapshot:
the fireworks of spring crashing in
#poetry
It races at me like gravity,
distorts and nauseates, a wicked G-force,
snaps sinew and torques bone,
sucks my light to make its own mad energy.
I can only tremble and fear,
a confused toddler against the earth's breast,
whispering,
"It's so dark, and I've been so good."
distorts and nauseates, a wicked G-force,
snaps sinew and torques bone,
sucks my light to make its own mad energy.
I can only tremble and fear,
a confused toddler against the earth's breast,
whispering,
"It's so dark, and I've been so good."
November 11, 2023 at 2:26 AM
It races at me like gravity,
distorts and nauseates, a wicked G-force,
snaps sinew and torques bone,
sucks my light to make its own mad energy.
I can only tremble and fear,
a confused toddler against the earth's breast,
whispering,
"It's so dark, and I've been so good."
distorts and nauseates, a wicked G-force,
snaps sinew and torques bone,
sucks my light to make its own mad energy.
I can only tremble and fear,
a confused toddler against the earth's breast,
whispering,
"It's so dark, and I've been so good."
Winter waits in the molecules
of my yard
like a custodian
with his fingers idly tapping
the handle of his broom
of my yard
like a custodian
with his fingers idly tapping
the handle of his broom
October 26, 2023 at 4:52 PM
Winter waits in the molecules
of my yard
like a custodian
with his fingers idly tapping
the handle of his broom
of my yard
like a custodian
with his fingers idly tapping
the handle of his broom
The sun gifts a performance piece
on the window, the white curtain,
now harshbright, now subdued.
Now a fly lights and vanishes,
a guest star you almost recognize.
When is the piece over?
It never is.
It is a breathing sunny
sunless window.
on the window, the white curtain,
now harshbright, now subdued.
Now a fly lights and vanishes,
a guest star you almost recognize.
When is the piece over?
It never is.
It is a breathing sunny
sunless window.
October 23, 2023 at 11:34 PM
The sun gifts a performance piece
on the window, the white curtain,
now harshbright, now subdued.
Now a fly lights and vanishes,
a guest star you almost recognize.
When is the piece over?
It never is.
It is a breathing sunny
sunless window.
on the window, the white curtain,
now harshbright, now subdued.
Now a fly lights and vanishes,
a guest star you almost recognize.
When is the piece over?
It never is.
It is a breathing sunny
sunless window.