cole 🕊️
@perilpoet.bsky.social
PNW philosopher and poet 🏳️🌈
Curator of Tiny Prophecies
Voice behind Little Omens
poetry ✣ art ✣ strange truths
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Curator of Tiny Prophecies
Voice behind Little Omens
poetry ✣ art ✣ strange truths
mercurialsilver.com
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No gods, no masters—
the moon ignores our fences.
Moss laughs in silence.
the moon ignores our fences.
Moss laughs in silence.
December 15, 2025 at 9:19 PM
No gods, no masters—
the moon ignores our fences.
Moss laughs in silence.
the moon ignores our fences.
Moss laughs in silence.
December 15, 2025 at 8:48 PM
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A new Tiny Prophecy is live:
“Unease” by Edward St. james — @edwardstjames.bsky.social
Words that watch the speaker with fearful unease, accusing us of the damage we’ve done and the horrors we refuse to face. ✣
Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
#poetry #writingcommunity #ruin
“Unease” by Edward St. james — @edwardstjames.bsky.social
Words that watch the speaker with fearful unease, accusing us of the damage we’ve done and the horrors we refuse to face. ✣
Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
#poetry #writingcommunity #ruin
Unease
by Edward St. James December 15, 2025 The burning silhouettes sleeping in darkness-Their eyes track me with unease and fear.I can see that we left their world a mess,The burning silhouettes sleeping...
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December 14, 2025 at 4:47 PM
A new Tiny Prophecy is live:
“Unease” by Edward St. james — @edwardstjames.bsky.social
Words that watch the speaker with fearful unease, accusing us of the damage we’ve done and the horrors we refuse to face. ✣
Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
#poetry #writingcommunity #ruin
“Unease” by Edward St. james — @edwardstjames.bsky.social
Words that watch the speaker with fearful unease, accusing us of the damage we’ve done and the horrors we refuse to face. ✣
Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
#poetry #writingcommunity #ruin
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✨️🌬🫧🌕🫧🌬✨️
opal mist aglow
constellations light the way
moonlight leaves behind
#haiku #freeverse #Micropoetry #PoetryCommunity
Read my other two haiku published by Tiny Prophecies @mercurialsilver.com ✨️Link below 🔗⬇️✨️
opal mist aglow
constellations light the way
moonlight leaves behind
#haiku #freeverse #Micropoetry #PoetryCommunity
Read my other two haiku published by Tiny Prophecies @mercurialsilver.com ✨️Link below 🔗⬇️✨️
Białowieża | Aglow | Indigo - Three Whimsy Haiku by Tré | Tiny Prophecies
Three Whimsy House haiku by Tré — dift through enchanted forests, starlit mist, and indigo shores where mushrooms, constellations, and dreams quietly gather.
mercurialsilver.com
December 12, 2025 at 6:42 PM
✨️🌬🫧🌕🫧🌬✨️
opal mist aglow
constellations light the way
moonlight leaves behind
#haiku #freeverse #Micropoetry #PoetryCommunity
Read my other two haiku published by Tiny Prophecies @mercurialsilver.com ✨️Link below 🔗⬇️✨️
opal mist aglow
constellations light the way
moonlight leaves behind
#haiku #freeverse #Micropoetry #PoetryCommunity
Read my other two haiku published by Tiny Prophecies @mercurialsilver.com ✨️Link below 🔗⬇️✨️
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The air solidified.
December 11, 2025 at 6:28 AM
The air solidified.
Ghosts and fairies and curses—
Oh, my!
Oh, my!
December 11, 2025 at 6:06 AM
Ghosts and fairies and curses—
Oh, my!
Oh, my!
A new episode of Little Omens has arrived, The Cursed Hand, an old tale written by a French author named Guy de Maupassant.
Take a listen on Spotify, or my website.
open.spotify.com/episode/7dp7...
#podcast #story #cursedobject #voice #supernatural #ghost #folklore #fairytale #murdermystery
Take a listen on Spotify, or my website.
open.spotify.com/episode/7dp7...
#podcast #story #cursedobject #voice #supernatural #ghost #folklore #fairytale #murdermystery
The Cursed Hand
open.spotify.com
December 11, 2025 at 12:26 AM
A new episode of Little Omens has arrived, The Cursed Hand, an old tale written by a French author named Guy de Maupassant.
Take a listen on Spotify, or my website.
open.spotify.com/episode/7dp7...
#podcast #story #cursedobject #voice #supernatural #ghost #folklore #fairytale #murdermystery
Take a listen on Spotify, or my website.
open.spotify.com/episode/7dp7...
#podcast #story #cursedobject #voice #supernatural #ghost #folklore #fairytale #murdermystery
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A new Tiny Prophecy is live:
“Białowieża | Aglow | Indigo” by Tré — @tregallery.com
Moss, stars, and shoreline dreams,
all in a handful of lines. ✣
Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
“Białowieża | Aglow | Indigo” by Tré — @tregallery.com
Moss, stars, and shoreline dreams,
all in a handful of lines. ✣
Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
Białowieża | Aglow | Indigo
Three Whimsy House haiku by Tré drift through enchanted forests, starlit mist, and indigo shores where mushrooms, constellations, and dreams quietly gather.
mercurialsilver.com
December 10, 2025 at 4:30 PM
A new Tiny Prophecy is live:
“Białowieża | Aglow | Indigo” by Tré — @tregallery.com
Moss, stars, and shoreline dreams,
all in a handful of lines. ✣
Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
“Białowieża | Aglow | Indigo” by Tré — @tregallery.com
Moss, stars, and shoreline dreams,
all in a handful of lines. ✣
Read them here: mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
Deck the halls with bowels of holly—
No thanks, I'll pass.
No thanks, I'll pass.
December 9, 2025 at 9:56 PM
Deck the halls with bowels of holly—
No thanks, I'll pass.
No thanks, I'll pass.
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Tomorrow’s Tiny Prophecy is a trio of haiku that wander from mossy forest to opal mist to indigo tide—
little spells for travelers who follow moonlight and memory.
For anyone who’s ever felt a landscape looking back—check back tomorrow.
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
little spells for travelers who follow moonlight and memory.
For anyone who’s ever felt a landscape looking back—check back tomorrow.
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
December 9, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Tomorrow’s Tiny Prophecy is a trio of haiku that wander from mossy forest to opal mist to indigo tide—
little spells for travelers who follow moonlight and memory.
For anyone who’s ever felt a landscape looking back—check back tomorrow.
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
little spells for travelers who follow moonlight and memory.
For anyone who’s ever felt a landscape looking back—check back tomorrow.
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
At Grandma’s house on the crooked hill,
the boards breathe at night.
“Mind the knots,” she says,
“Those are their listening holes.”
When you hear them pick at planks below, you press yourself proper still.
They keep count of the boys who behave in bed, and the bare feet that break for floor.
the boards breathe at night.
“Mind the knots,” she says,
“Those are their listening holes.”
When you hear them pick at planks below, you press yourself proper still.
They keep count of the boys who behave in bed, and the bare feet that break for floor.
December 9, 2025 at 3:29 AM
At Grandma’s house on the crooked hill,
the boards breathe at night.
“Mind the knots,” she says,
“Those are their listening holes.”
When you hear them pick at planks below, you press yourself proper still.
They keep count of the boys who behave in bed, and the bare feet that break for floor.
the boards breathe at night.
“Mind the knots,” she says,
“Those are their listening holes.”
When you hear them pick at planks below, you press yourself proper still.
They keep count of the boys who behave in bed, and the bare feet that break for floor.
Some nights the hill is quiet.
Some nights it isn’t.
Scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch—
and you remember every reason Grandma said “mind the knots.”
#fiction #horror #shortstory #folklore
Some nights it isn’t.
Scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch—
and you remember every reason Grandma said “mind the knots.”
#fiction #horror #shortstory #folklore
December 8, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Some nights the hill is quiet.
Some nights it isn’t.
Scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch—
and you remember every reason Grandma said “mind the knots.”
#fiction #horror #shortstory #folklore
Some nights it isn’t.
Scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch—
and you remember every reason Grandma said “mind the knots.”
#fiction #horror #shortstory #folklore
If you hear them at night—
scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch—
you don’t get up to check.
You lie very still
and hope the molemen are busy
under someone else’s house.
#micro #fiction #molemen #writingcommunity #vss
scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch—
you don’t get up to check.
You lie very still
and hope the molemen are busy
under someone else’s house.
#micro #fiction #molemen #writingcommunity #vss
December 7, 2025 at 7:27 PM
If you hear them at night—
scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch—
you don’t get up to check.
You lie very still
and hope the molemen are busy
under someone else’s house.
#micro #fiction #molemen #writingcommunity #vss
scratch, scratch, scrabble, scritch—
you don’t get up to check.
You lie very still
and hope the molemen are busy
under someone else’s house.
#micro #fiction #molemen #writingcommunity #vss
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“Whim” just landed in the #Hearth house at Tiny Prophecies—
a #poem for anyone who’s ever felt a nudge from nowhere
and called it nonsense instead of God.
Reveal the full prophecy at:
mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
a #poem for anyone who’s ever felt a nudge from nowhere
and called it nonsense instead of God.
Reveal the full prophecy at:
mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
Whim
A Hearth poem published in Tiny Prophecies by Owen Barclay exploring intuition as a steady inner warmth, a forgotten wisdom that leads us back to our truest selves.
mercurialsilver.com
December 7, 2025 at 4:00 PM
“Whim” just landed in the #Hearth house at Tiny Prophecies—
a #poem for anyone who’s ever felt a nudge from nowhere
and called it nonsense instead of God.
Reveal the full prophecy at:
mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
a #poem for anyone who’s ever felt a nudge from nowhere
and called it nonsense instead of God.
Reveal the full prophecy at:
mercurialsilver.com/blogs/tiny-p...
Somewhere ahead of us
is a quiet world
where no one is priced out
of warmth or water,
and peace is just
how we do things here.
#poetry #freeverse #peace
is a quiet world
where no one is priced out
of warmth or water,
and peace is just
how we do things here.
#poetry #freeverse #peace
December 6, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Somewhere ahead of us
is a quiet world
where no one is priced out
of warmth or water,
and peace is just
how we do things here.
#poetry #freeverse #peace
is a quiet world
where no one is priced out
of warmth or water,
and peace is just
how we do things here.
#poetry #freeverse #peace
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Tomorrow’s Tiny Prophecy is a love letter to intuition— the quiet sibling of reason we’ve been trained to ignore.
For anyone who’s ever felt a tug in their chest and called it “just a whim.”
#poetry #intuition
For anyone who’s ever felt a tug in their chest and called it “just a whim.”
#poetry #intuition
December 6, 2025 at 5:13 PM
Tomorrow’s Tiny Prophecy is a love letter to intuition— the quiet sibling of reason we’ve been trained to ignore.
For anyone who’s ever felt a tug in their chest and called it “just a whim.”
#poetry #intuition
For anyone who’s ever felt a tug in their chest and called it “just a whim.”
#poetry #intuition
Really digging this #podcast thing. I've posted another episode, this time with voices—
Ethna the Bride, by Lady Wilde (1887)
a story about #fae that live beneath the earth and kidnap the most beautiful woman.
open.spotify.com/episode/6gcX...
#ladywilde #story #fairy #folklore #fairytale
Ethna the Bride, by Lady Wilde (1887)
a story about #fae that live beneath the earth and kidnap the most beautiful woman.
open.spotify.com/episode/6gcX...
#ladywilde #story #fairy #folklore #fairytale
Ethna the Bride
open.spotify.com
December 5, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Really digging this #podcast thing. I've posted another episode, this time with voices—
Ethna the Bride, by Lady Wilde (1887)
a story about #fae that live beneath the earth and kidnap the most beautiful woman.
open.spotify.com/episode/6gcX...
#ladywilde #story #fairy #folklore #fairytale
Ethna the Bride, by Lady Wilde (1887)
a story about #fae that live beneath the earth and kidnap the most beautiful woman.
open.spotify.com/episode/6gcX...
#ladywilde #story #fairy #folklore #fairytale
It's not 👈 🆚 👉 it's ☝️ 🆚 👇.
Love thy neighbor—
elites are not our neighbors.
Love thy neighbor—
elites are not our neighbors.
The bottom 90% lost a collective $79 trillion in wages over the past 50 years.
Why? Because the top 1% ate up an increasingly larger share of the national income — so that $79 trillion flowed to them instead of the working class.
The greatest trick of all is trickle-down economics.
Why? Because the top 1% ate up an increasingly larger share of the national income — so that $79 trillion flowed to them instead of the working class.
The greatest trick of all is trickle-down economics.
December 5, 2025 at 6:14 AM
It's not 👈 🆚 👉 it's ☝️ 🆚 👇.
Love thy neighbor—
elites are not our neighbors.
Love thy neighbor—
elites are not our neighbors.
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November 29, 2025 at 11:18 AM
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"WHEN SHE CAME TO THE GATE IN THE WALL
SHE KNOCKED UPON IT THREE TIMES"
(From Edric Vredenburg (ed.) “My Book of Favourite Fairy Tales”)
🎨 Jennie Harbour
#booksky #darkaesthetics #illustrationart #fairytale
SHE KNOCKED UPON IT THREE TIMES"
(From Edric Vredenburg (ed.) “My Book of Favourite Fairy Tales”)
🎨 Jennie Harbour
#booksky #darkaesthetics #illustrationart #fairytale
December 2, 2025 at 11:19 AM
"WHEN SHE CAME TO THE GATE IN THE WALL
SHE KNOCKED UPON IT THREE TIMES"
(From Edric Vredenburg (ed.) “My Book of Favourite Fairy Tales”)
🎨 Jennie Harbour
#booksky #darkaesthetics #illustrationart #fairytale
SHE KNOCKED UPON IT THREE TIMES"
(From Edric Vredenburg (ed.) “My Book of Favourite Fairy Tales”)
🎨 Jennie Harbour
#booksky #darkaesthetics #illustrationart #fairytale