Virginia
@virginalakes.bsky.social
Gardener, poet, insomniac stuck in a place I’d rather not be, looking to the future, always seeking truth, always finding beauty.
New alter, new poetry.
November 23, 2025 at 1:51 AM
New alter, new poetry.
The Altar of Culmination and Costume
A brass-bound constellation of ache, clarity, and ancestral breath, prepared in advance to protect the evening’s ritual from the erosion of time.
A brass-bound constellation of ache, clarity, and ancestral breath, prepared in advance to protect the evening’s ritual from the erosion of time.
November 1, 2025 at 2:16 AM
The Altar of Culmination and Costume
A brass-bound constellation of ache, clarity, and ancestral breath, prepared in advance to protect the evening’s ritual from the erosion of time.
A brass-bound constellation of ache, clarity, and ancestral breath, prepared in advance to protect the evening’s ritual from the erosion of time.
The last day at the Universe of Nola’s alter
The bats have spiraled, their wings will lift Halloween Night. A princess will become a self proclaimed “pumpkin witch.”
Dearest little one,
I hope you never lose the magic that I see within you, or the magic that you see in the world.
Love,
Honey
The bats have spiraled, their wings will lift Halloween Night. A princess will become a self proclaimed “pumpkin witch.”
Dearest little one,
I hope you never lose the magic that I see within you, or the magic that you see in the world.
Love,
Honey
October 9, 2025 at 6:26 PM
The last day at the Universe of Nola’s alter
The bats have spiraled, their wings will lift Halloween Night. A princess will become a self proclaimed “pumpkin witch.”
Dearest little one,
I hope you never lose the magic that I see within you, or the magic that you see in the world.
Love,
Honey
The bats have spiraled, their wings will lift Halloween Night. A princess will become a self proclaimed “pumpkin witch.”
Dearest little one,
I hope you never lose the magic that I see within you, or the magic that you see in the world.
Love,
Honey
Sone golden mushrooms that sprouted up after the briefest rain in Texas history last week
September 17, 2025 at 3:09 AM
Sone golden mushrooms that sprouted up after the briefest rain in Texas history last week
I ain’t got nothing else today.
September 6, 2025 at 1:07 AM
I ain’t got nothing else today.
Peasant food for peasants
July 18, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Peasant food for peasants
A series of poems I have on substack and herw on Bluesky
July 15, 2025 at 10:14 PM
A series of poems I have on substack and herw on Bluesky
I readied my door yesterday
June 21, 2025 at 2:45 PM
I readied my door yesterday