Mitchell Ny | minutia.
@minutia.works
人不像人，鬼不像鬼 🫠
Wring from the mess: the scrappy, the ugly, & the brazenly beautiful.🦷
Words in Maudlin House, ALR 2025 CNF Finalist
- forthcoming in Bending Genres, Same Faces
more @ minutia.works
X: minutia.works/x.x
posts: minutia.works/bsky
Wring from the mess: the scrappy, the ugly, & the brazenly beautiful.🦷
Words in Maudlin House, ALR 2025 CNF Finalist
- forthcoming in Bending Genres, Same Faces
more @ minutia.works
X: minutia.works/x.x
posts: minutia.works/bsky
October 9, 2025 at 7:30 AM
September 29, 2025 at 6:29 PM
three years ago, i bought a takoyaki grill. today, i unboxed it - and i didn't even make takoyaki.
takoyaki pancakes 🥞
#photography #cooking #plantbased
takoyaki pancakes 🥞
#photography #cooking #plantbased
September 14, 2025 at 9:56 PM
three years ago, i bought a takoyaki grill. today, i unboxed it - and i didn't even make takoyaki.
takoyaki pancakes 🥞
#photography #cooking #plantbased
takoyaki pancakes 🥞
#photography #cooking #plantbased
Some shots from San Bernadino Peak. We encountered every weather: rain, hail, thunder, lightning, flash floods, and fire.
#photography #hiking
#photography #hiking
August 26, 2025 at 8:31 PM
Some shots from San Bernadino Peak. We encountered every weather: rain, hail, thunder, lightning, flash floods, and fire.
#photography #hiking
#photography #hiking
Machine oil skitters
Across weld joints, stitches—
On the android’s face.
They do dream of electric sheep,
and shears to gather steel wool.
To abrade the rust off their chin.
Longing to chafe and raw like flesh.
Casting aside steel for steel
to harvest organika.
Our wet bionic skins.
#vss365
Across weld joints, stitches—
On the android’s face.
They do dream of electric sheep,
and shears to gather steel wool.
To abrade the rust off their chin.
Longing to chafe and raw like flesh.
Casting aside steel for steel
to harvest organika.
Our wet bionic skins.
#vss365
August 18, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Machine oil skitters
Across weld joints, stitches—
On the android’s face.
They do dream of electric sheep,
and shears to gather steel wool.
To abrade the rust off their chin.
Longing to chafe and raw like flesh.
Casting aside steel for steel
to harvest organika.
Our wet bionic skins.
#vss365
Across weld joints, stitches—
On the android’s face.
They do dream of electric sheep,
and shears to gather steel wool.
To abrade the rust off their chin.
Longing to chafe and raw like flesh.
Casting aside steel for steel
to harvest organika.
Our wet bionic skins.
#vss365
Mt Jacinto from Marion Mountain ✅
August 14, 2025 at 4:37 PM
Mt Jacinto from Marion Mountain ✅
Inviolable Hum, Seraphic Hum!
I wait for you in a box.
My lungs paper thin from
compression.
I knock for you from my box.
My eyes closed or open—
In this pitch.
I #hum back for your return.
My breath is recycled.
Prudently.
All to learn I’m captive
and You, a neon lamp.
#vss365 #poetry
I wait for you in a box.
My lungs paper thin from
compression.
I knock for you from my box.
My eyes closed or open—
In this pitch.
I #hum back for your return.
My breath is recycled.
Prudently.
All to learn I’m captive
and You, a neon lamp.
#vss365 #poetry
July 31, 2025 at 11:58 PM
I imagine that under her skin
is a crucible.
Blood flows like
thin magma.
From gigapascals of pressure
her bones press
into #sapphire.
Selectively innervated by
iron and titanium.
Rocks are brittle but she is gem.
And she deliberates:
“Precious” is not synonymous
to “delicate.”
#vss365
is a crucible.
Blood flows like
thin magma.
From gigapascals of pressure
her bones press
into #sapphire.
Selectively innervated by
iron and titanium.
Rocks are brittle but she is gem.
And she deliberates:
“Precious” is not synonymous
to “delicate.”
#vss365
July 30, 2025 at 12:14 AM
tried my hand at collage. this one is meant to accompany my flash cnf "How I Became a Motel 6," which is currently out on submission 🤞
#collageart #digitalcollage #writingcommunity
#collageart #digitalcollage #writingcommunity
July 23, 2025 at 6:24 PM
tried my hand at collage. this one is meant to accompany my flash cnf "How I Became a Motel 6," which is currently out on submission 🤞
#collageart #digitalcollage #writingcommunity
#collageart #digitalcollage #writingcommunity
climbed mt baldy yesterday 🏔️😮💨
July 20, 2025 at 7:53 PM
climbed mt baldy yesterday 🏔️😮💨
The band of my Moleskine.
Stretched to fatigue to contain pages:
bloated by ink and graphite,
bursting at the seams with blood and salt.
Palpitations through finger and fine nibs;
Longing for the innocence and chastenedness
of shrinkwrap, irrevocably torn.
Oh, what have I done?
#vss365
Stretched to fatigue to contain pages:
bloated by ink and graphite,
bursting at the seams with blood and salt.
Palpitations through finger and fine nibs;
Longing for the innocence and chastenedness
of shrinkwrap, irrevocably torn.
Oh, what have I done?
#vss365
July 16, 2025 at 8:50 PM
The band of my Moleskine.
Stretched to fatigue to contain pages:
bloated by ink and graphite,
bursting at the seams with blood and salt.
Palpitations through finger and fine nibs;
Longing for the innocence and chastenedness
of shrinkwrap, irrevocably torn.
Oh, what have I done?
#vss365
Stretched to fatigue to contain pages:
bloated by ink and graphite,
bursting at the seams with blood and salt.
Palpitations through finger and fine nibs;
Longing for the innocence and chastenedness
of shrinkwrap, irrevocably torn.
Oh, what have I done?
#vss365
Doc exited the Hypermacroscope.
“Mona, I saw it.”
“What? Let me—”
“We are tiny little guys on worm shit after all. Look, how its cavity drags along the orbital paths of the planets.”
The Great Galactic Worm birthed planets from its Great #Wormhole. Stars from spicy stardust.
#vss365 #weirdlit
“Mona, I saw it.”
“What? Let me—”
“We are tiny little guys on worm shit after all. Look, how its cavity drags along the orbital paths of the planets.”
The Great Galactic Worm birthed planets from its Great #Wormhole. Stars from spicy stardust.
#vss365 #weirdlit
July 15, 2025 at 3:32 PM
windpipe | micropoem
ahem,
lips buckle,
tongue curls—
to form a vowel,
i’ve never spoken.
my chest inflates, then
deflates with air in reply
but I hear and feel nothing.
no hum fluttering my larynx.
a windpipe forsaken by wind.
originally published @ minutia.works/#windpipe
#amwriting #poetry
ahem,
lips buckle,
tongue curls—
to form a vowel,
i’ve never spoken.
my chest inflates, then
deflates with air in reply
but I hear and feel nothing.
no hum fluttering my larynx.
a windpipe forsaken by wind.
originally published @ minutia.works/#windpipe
#amwriting #poetry
July 12, 2025 at 5:46 PM
windpipe | micropoem
ahem,
lips buckle,
tongue curls—
to form a vowel,
i’ve never spoken.
my chest inflates, then
deflates with air in reply
but I hear and feel nothing.
no hum fluttering my larynx.
a windpipe forsaken by wind.
originally published @ minutia.works/#windpipe
#amwriting #poetry
ahem,
lips buckle,
tongue curls—
to form a vowel,
i’ve never spoken.
my chest inflates, then
deflates with air in reply
but I hear and feel nothing.
no hum fluttering my larynx.
a windpipe forsaken by wind.
originally published @ minutia.works/#windpipe
#amwriting #poetry
coffin | visual poem
11 characters on 11 lines, monospaced typeface, hex: b49588 on 05151e
published on my own: minutia.works#coffin
#poetry #visualpoetry #monospace #typography
11 characters on 11 lines, monospaced typeface, hex: b49588 on 05151e
published on my own: minutia.works#coffin
#poetry #visualpoetry #monospace #typography
July 11, 2025 at 12:51 AM
coffin | visual poem
11 characters on 11 lines, monospaced typeface, hex: b49588 on 05151e
published on my own: minutia.works#coffin
#poetry #visualpoetry #monospace #typography
11 characters on 11 lines, monospaced typeface, hex: b49588 on 05151e
published on my own: minutia.works#coffin
#poetry #visualpoetry #monospace #typography
Dew on the bell
of my euphonium.
Pistons gleaming,
My scalp is steaming.
Tchaikovsky is intense, yes.
I’m chastened by
black dots that pepper
the score.
I’d spill my guts
But the #cummerbund obstructs
my evisceration.
So I shed it—
Tux and all.
To play peashooter
with the Duke.
#vss365
of my euphonium.
Pistons gleaming,
My scalp is steaming.
Tchaikovsky is intense, yes.
I’m chastened by
black dots that pepper
the score.
I’d spill my guts
But the #cummerbund obstructs
my evisceration.
So I shed it—
Tux and all.
To play peashooter
with the Duke.
#vss365
July 7, 2025 at 4:39 PM
Dew on the bell
of my euphonium.
Pistons gleaming,
My scalp is steaming.
Tchaikovsky is intense, yes.
I’m chastened by
black dots that pepper
the score.
I’d spill my guts
But the #cummerbund obstructs
my evisceration.
So I shed it—
Tux and all.
To play peashooter
with the Duke.
#vss365
of my euphonium.
Pistons gleaming,
My scalp is steaming.
Tchaikovsky is intense, yes.
I’m chastened by
black dots that pepper
the score.
I’d spill my guts
But the #cummerbund obstructs
my evisceration.
So I shed it—
Tux and all.
To play peashooter
with the Duke.
#vss365
Hi👋 I'm a real person! Figured I can share some less writerly stuff on my Bluesky (not X).
Here are some of my best Husbento I made recently 🥰
Husbento
noun | /hʌzˈbɛntoʊ/
A bento box meal prepared by a husband for his spouse; portmanteau of "husband" and "bento".
#bento #foodie #foodsky
Here are some of my best Husbento I made recently 🥰
Husbento
noun | /hʌzˈbɛntoʊ/
A bento box meal prepared by a husband for his spouse; portmanteau of "husband" and "bento".
#bento #foodie #foodsky
July 3, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Today, I wanted to write a sonnet. Here's how it went:
July 3, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Today, I wanted to write a sonnet. Here's how it went:
My #heel strikes pavement.
Chorus—with a hundred thousand others.
To see if you’d notice we’ve noticed
Bodies washed up on foreign shores.
Tinnitus blooms into vertigo
from our own shouting.
Poppies in the flour
like they traded
poppies for tea.
How much louder
do we need to be?
#vss365
Chorus—with a hundred thousand others.
To see if you’d notice we’ve noticed
Bodies washed up on foreign shores.
Tinnitus blooms into vertigo
from our own shouting.
Poppies in the flour
like they traded
poppies for tea.
How much louder
do we need to be?
#vss365
July 2, 2025 at 4:43 PM
Sepia lens welded to my retinas—
Verdant to void,
Sunburst to sable,
I rinse my mouth with ink—
and spit on strikethroughs,
blotting parentheticals.
My mouth is maw—
twitching to taste,
longing to long,
nostalgic for #nostalgia.
#vss365
Verdant to void,
Sunburst to sable,
I rinse my mouth with ink—
and spit on strikethroughs,
blotting parentheticals.
My mouth is maw—
twitching to taste,
longing to long,
nostalgic for #nostalgia.
#vss365
June 30, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Sepia lens welded to my retinas—
Verdant to void,
Sunburst to sable,
I rinse my mouth with ink—
and spit on strikethroughs,
blotting parentheticals.
My mouth is maw—
twitching to taste,
longing to long,
nostalgic for #nostalgia.
#vss365
Verdant to void,
Sunburst to sable,
I rinse my mouth with ink—
and spit on strikethroughs,
blotting parentheticals.
My mouth is maw—
twitching to taste,
longing to long,
nostalgic for #nostalgia.
#vss365
