Nelson Mok
nevermoreediting.bsky.social
Nelson Mok
@nevermoreediting.bsky.social
📚 Freelance academic editor, IPEd accredited, PhD | nevermoreediting.au
✏️ Haikus, occasionally
half-empty glasses:
until my eyesight adjusts,
I don't see clearly
December 12, 2025 at 4:24 AM
🧵My entries for Writers Victoria's (@writersvictoria.bsky.social) Flash Fiction from back in April 2022: 30-word stories inspired by and using the daily prompt. Thought I’d finally transfer them over from the bird place.
November 3, 2025 at 3:17 AM
abandoned vomit
in the corner of the park
the Sunday after
November 2, 2025 at 4:30 AM
cold night's rain
pools and overflows
morning, sprouts
July 9, 2025 at 8:36 PM
the leaf falls
and washes away
to the sea
May 28, 2025 at 8:35 AM
though symmetrical,
one side just seems lesser-than
upon scrutiny
May 6, 2025 at 3:14 PM
morning commuters
heard through my bedroom window
disappear by 10
April 16, 2025 at 4:43 AM
autumn gust
tilts the sunflower,
sheds its dust
April 1, 2025 at 5:16 AM
leaves crack off branches
under the weight of birdsong
as new wings flitter
March 17, 2025 at 1:18 PM
this fog walks with me
taking ever bigger steps
being a ghost by noon.
March 17, 2025 at 1:15 PM
just sell me the price,
for the benefits, the pros,
but hide the con, please.
March 2, 2025 at 8:11 AM
Look up—one second—
roads unfurl ahead of you,
have no obstacles.
February 27, 2025 at 11:38 PM
skewered by dashes
—a small throwaway, hoarded—
inside and aside.
February 17, 2025 at 1:27 PM
a microcosm
of everything before me
in these salvaged words
February 9, 2025 at 1:34 AM
A has-been's trophy,
remembering their achievements—
the perfect present.

#grammar
January 27, 2025 at 9:40 AM
unrelenting time
too tempestuous to thrive
so I washed away
January 22, 2025 at 8:30 AM
just beyond my reach,
a new world I'll come to know
on a sea of ink
January 15, 2025 at 7:06 AM
outlining places
concentrically containing
preoccupations
January 15, 2025 at 6:44 AM
on the banks I trip,
and down the river my gaze
falls through the spaces
January 3, 2025 at 6:48 AM
A new year—
again threatening
to be worse.
December 31, 2024 at 8:43 AM
brittle twigs
clatter behind me—
the clouds pass
December 23, 2024 at 1:20 PM
the silver sky line
recoils as I examine
a gnat entangled
December 18, 2024 at 11:10 PM
show paragraph marks—
the errant double spaces
were once sentences.
December 17, 2024 at 10:29 AM
this word is a weed:
a non secateur distracts;
editors prune weeds.

#amediting
December 13, 2024 at 1:12 PM
dusky beige above
mowers turn grass to rumbling—
tomorrow, a fire
December 9, 2024 at 4:01 AM