Tornline
@tornline.bsky.social
Writer, poet, student of life, avid reader, mother of an autistic lover. I make collages. I color and draw. I love jazz, r&b, hip hop. I dance when people are watching and laugh when I'm supposed to be quiet.
I've been reading poetry and other literature from Ukraine and Gaza in wartime and I'm amazed by the raw humanity of it all.
May 21, 2025 at 12:23 PM
I've been reading poetry and other literature from Ukraine and Gaza in wartime and I'm amazed by the raw humanity of it all.
"Because there are no atheists in war, after all. Shield and protect us Lord," from Ukranian writer Ella Leus.
May 17, 2025 at 6:08 PM
"Because there are no atheists in war, after all. Shield and protect us Lord," from Ukranian writer Ella Leus.
These buds are obscene, daring to rise like a Phoenix, bursting forth from the dead, tiny Jesuses, rising up from their eternal sleep, that isn't so eternal!
May 14, 2025 at 12:13 PM
These buds are obscene, daring to rise like a Phoenix, bursting forth from the dead, tiny Jesuses, rising up from their eternal sleep, that isn't so eternal!
All that trauma? Burn it. That's where you'll find the light. That's when you will see.
May 9, 2025 at 9:12 PM
All that trauma? Burn it. That's where you'll find the light. That's when you will see.
Are beautiful Mexican women the only ones who sing while washing dishes?
May 9, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Are beautiful Mexican women the only ones who sing while washing dishes?
I don't care for poets who capitalize off their family's trauma or struggle in a condescending way. Save that for your diary or therapist.
May 8, 2025 at 3:32 PM
I don't care for poets who capitalize off their family's trauma or struggle in a condescending way. Save that for your diary or therapist.
After reading Sara Borjas' poem "post surgery my mother promised to change again" I find the speaker very condescending towards their mother after surgery, and their grandmother, and frankly I want to write a poem entitled, "post birth, the mother wished she had an abortion again."
May 8, 2025 at 2:58 PM
After reading Sara Borjas' poem "post surgery my mother promised to change again" I find the speaker very condescending towards their mother after surgery, and their grandmother, and frankly I want to write a poem entitled, "post birth, the mother wished she had an abortion again."
When will boyfriends understand what to do with a sad girl?
May 6, 2025 at 10:28 PM
When will boyfriends understand what to do with a sad girl?
How long I been reading and writing.
May 4, 2025 at 2:21 PM
How long I been reading and writing.
I almost caught a poem flitting in the empty spaces, clinging to the wet of shaking umbrella. It's shadow a sigh of relief smothered in a closing Cafe door on a stormy night. Jingle, she's here. She tiptoes on eggshells, and she means what she does not say.
May 4, 2025 at 2:10 PM
I almost caught a poem flitting in the empty spaces, clinging to the wet of shaking umbrella. It's shadow a sigh of relief smothered in a closing Cafe door on a stormy night. Jingle, she's here. She tiptoes on eggshells, and she means what she does not say.
On my morning walk in the hood, I dodged a Crack head scavenger and a skunk. My heart wants to connect my head says not today.
May 3, 2025 at 11:47 AM
On my morning walk in the hood, I dodged a Crack head scavenger and a skunk. My heart wants to connect my head says not today.
He sells bottles of my sweat, 2 for 25 or 3 for 50, and he isn't afraid to collect, rings me like a sponge, I'm not afraid to get wet.
May 2, 2025 at 10:07 AM
He sells bottles of my sweat, 2 for 25 or 3 for 50, and he isn't afraid to collect, rings me like a sponge, I'm not afraid to get wet.
Please look past the color of your skin. Mexican people are being profiled, and the Mexican mentally ill are ignored. We're not white enough, we're not black enough. And no one sees us.
April 21, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Please look past the color of your skin. Mexican people are being profiled, and the Mexican mentally ill are ignored. We're not white enough, we're not black enough. And no one sees us.
I don't know why I often feel like I don't belong. Except with my books and my journal. How have I become so solitary?
April 19, 2025 at 2:22 PM
I don't know why I often feel like I don't belong. Except with my books and my journal. How have I become so solitary?
Stumbleine (Remastered 2012)
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April 16, 2025 at 11:41 AM
Reading philosophy now magazine on the unhealthy political accusations and/or cancelations we're having. Instead of actual conversations.
April 14, 2025 at 11:19 AM
Reading philosophy now magazine on the unhealthy political accusations and/or cancelations we're having. Instead of actual conversations.
Sincerity isn't the same as being factual.
April 13, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Sincerity isn't the same as being factual.
Often when we discuss or debate fashionable politics, we are only building the one percenter's pedestal higher than our opinions.
April 13, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Often when we discuss or debate fashionable politics, we are only building the one percenter's pedestal higher than our opinions.
I think Aristotle disliked poetry because it can be a tool against tyranny. I always thought political philosophy needs to be dressed in fashion, at least apply exfoliator and lotion. Too dry.
April 13, 2025 at 3:21 PM
I think Aristotle disliked poetry because it can be a tool against tyranny. I always thought political philosophy needs to be dressed in fashion, at least apply exfoliator and lotion. Too dry.
Made my son pig n a poke for breakfast. From supernatural episode the mystery spot.
April 9, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Made my son pig n a poke for breakfast. From supernatural episode the mystery spot.
Is spring slow or fast? I like to think it's frolicking, leaving a trail of bloom.
April 6, 2025 at 11:40 AM
Is spring slow or fast? I like to think it's frolicking, leaving a trail of bloom.
After a breakup, it's even worse when you don't have a broken heart.
April 5, 2025 at 11:23 PM
After a breakup, it's even worse when you don't have a broken heart.