WIP: Horned Murder in the Blue Moon Bar and Grill, Abaddon and Lilith
Art. Linocuts :Cirque de la Nouvelle Lune, Fabric Prints
I unsuccessfully try to stay out of trouble. I believe in science fact and the Universe is strange and vaster than we think
In the cold of your shadow
I learned where to find
the opportunity
that leaked like light
around your edges.
I stand barefoot in the snow
waiting the season's rotation
and warmth to return.
In the Summer I will see your face
and the sun will be behind me.
When the rages started, My Grandmother taught me that there was a calm place in me, in my #center, and she'd touch my chest and say "go there while the rages blow themselves out." Years later when I understood why I raged, I remembered something else she said, "He'll die soon."
My submission for #poemsabout #glamour thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #mom
My submission for #poemsabout #glamour thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #mom
#soakedflurry
air becomes water
a boom so loud my heart shook
soaked in cooling rain
wind dances
a thousand white flakes
rooted I watch
#soakedflurry
air becomes water
a boom so loud my heart shook
soaked in cooling rain
wind dances
a thousand white flakes
rooted I watch
I knew a few years
before
he flew by in a blue convertable
and dissapeared
into the fog of time.
When I finally met him
no time had passed
and his eyes remembered
too.
When you see a bridge in a dream
think twice before you cross
especially if
there is fog
on the other side.
You blinked slower than usual.
He matched it. No training, no trick.
Some creatures don’t read faces.
They wait for stillness
and meet you there.
#SoftData #MicroFiction #DogSense #UnspokenBond #RealPresence
You blinked slower than usual.
He matched it. No training, no trick.
Some creatures don’t read faces.
They wait for stillness
and meet you there.
#SoftData #MicroFiction #DogSense #UnspokenBond #RealPresence
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My mother lived her whole life afraid "someone" would find out and my son is seeing good old-fashioned homophobia on the rise again.
#IStandwithSallGrover #GiggleVTickle
My mother lived her whole life afraid "someone" would find out and my son is seeing good old-fashioned homophobia on the rise again.
#IStandwithSallGrover #GiggleVTickle
They hid Jews in WW2 while fleeing across the border into Switzerland.
They hid Jews in WW2 while fleeing across the border into Switzerland.
swimming a river
a volcano would cover
bump, bump, bump, salmon!
white and soft
drifts cover the wreckage
of our farm
swimming a river
a volcano would cover
bump, bump, bump, salmon!
white and soft
drifts cover the wreckage
of our farm
glides past an old cathedral -
spiritual air
#Spiritual #haiku #haikupoem #575poem #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #haikufeels #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #haikusaturday #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter
glides past an old cathedral -
spiritual air
#Spiritual #haiku #haikupoem #575poem #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #haikufeels #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #haikusaturday #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter
From a distance
I watch you fight for your
integrity
your sanity
hoping the sun rises tomorrow
on your success.
My wounds are healing
the pain is less
and I remember
that you were not in your eyes.
But I can't come
any closer.
Ever.
From a distance
I watch you fight for your
integrity
your sanity
hoping the sun rises tomorrow
on your success.
My wounds are healing
the pain is less
and I remember
that you were not in your eyes.
But I can't come
any closer.
Ever.
That said, my auntie asked me to send her Death of the Author months ago.
Got this text from her this morning, 🥹:
That said, my auntie asked me to send her Death of the Author months ago.
Got this text from her this morning, 🥹:
pulse changes to move
quiet forest rustles, go
first tendrils of smoke
glorious purple
heat and love ripen the fruit
so greenly hidden
pulse changes to move
quiet forest rustles, go
first tendrils of smoke
glorious purple
heat and love ripen the fruit
so greenly hidden