JamesM
@writerjamesm.bsky.social
Poet. Horror writer. Macabre. Ghosts. Supernatural. General weird stuff. I never know what the story is going to be until it's done.
My little chicks are doing good!
There's something magical
about letting nature
do its thing
in a world where everything
is controlled.
No incubator.
No automatic feeders.
No cages.
Just a hen, eggs,
21 days of sitting,
and then life.
If only everything,
could be this simple,
again.
There's something magical
about letting nature
do its thing
in a world where everything
is controlled.
No incubator.
No automatic feeders.
No cages.
Just a hen, eggs,
21 days of sitting,
and then life.
If only everything,
could be this simple,
again.
May 20, 2025 at 12:27 PM
My little chicks are doing good!
There's something magical
about letting nature
do its thing
in a world where everything
is controlled.
No incubator.
No automatic feeders.
No cages.
Just a hen, eggs,
21 days of sitting,
and then life.
If only everything,
could be this simple,
again.
There's something magical
about letting nature
do its thing
in a world where everything
is controlled.
No incubator.
No automatic feeders.
No cages.
Just a hen, eggs,
21 days of sitting,
and then life.
If only everything,
could be this simple,
again.
Here's something funny. I clicked on the trending button for NFL draft. The first 10 posts were about the Cardinals at the pope funeral and pictures of red birds. I guess BlueSky doesn't know the difference between them and the Arizona Cardinals.
April 27, 2025 at 4:24 AM
Here's something funny. I clicked on the trending button for NFL draft. The first 10 posts were about the Cardinals at the pope funeral and pictures of red birds. I guess BlueSky doesn't know the difference between them and the Arizona Cardinals.
Not a vampire, but someone who wrote a great vampire song.
April 27, 2025 at 3:04 AM
Not a vampire, but someone who wrote a great vampire song.
It's raining again.
I want to sit on the benches
and listen to the birds.
Rock in my hanging chair.
Sway in the hammock,
watching sun rays filter
through the trees.
But for now,
I sit inside and wait,
and listen to the rain
tell me to be patient.
I want to sit on the benches
and listen to the birds.
Rock in my hanging chair.
Sway in the hammock,
watching sun rays filter
through the trees.
But for now,
I sit inside and wait,
and listen to the rain
tell me to be patient.
April 23, 2025 at 1:41 PM
It's raining again.
I want to sit on the benches
and listen to the birds.
Rock in my hanging chair.
Sway in the hammock,
watching sun rays filter
through the trees.
But for now,
I sit inside and wait,
and listen to the rain
tell me to be patient.
I want to sit on the benches
and listen to the birds.
Rock in my hanging chair.
Sway in the hammock,
watching sun rays filter
through the trees.
But for now,
I sit inside and wait,
and listen to the rain
tell me to be patient.
What's left of my drive after 10" of rain in one hour last night. I had to park on the hill and walk to the house.
April 20, 2025 at 5:37 PM
What's left of my drive after 10" of rain in one hour last night. I had to park on the hill and walk to the house.