when the skies are shabby #lightning when the skin is flabby the shops are closed the conversations gabby. when you're feeling tired and need a spark and lost your way in pitch dark #vss365
Did you notice Trump didn't take off his fucking hat when the dead soldiers went by? And, just BTW, what's wrong with Pete Hegseth, calling enlisted men and women just trying to do their jobs "warfighters?" That's comic book shit, man.
reviewed by @ragtaggiggagon.bsky.social #booksky #books www.goodreads.com/book/show/24...
Looking out the window, I am thinking again that water on glass is my favorite #jewelry.
"I love the rain," you say, your breath the angel gray of a found feather, of a new day, of shower steam.
I am thinking again that I would let you kiss all the places where an enemy would put a blade.
#vss365
the only #jewelry she wore was a necklace made from the watch chain from a boy who loved her. the tags of all her animals who she had and lost played a song on her sternum #vss365
this is IMHO the best account of the whole tragic tale but its coupled with the incredible spirit of some of them who went back over the sierras several times to rescue the ones remaining. I love this book
two truths played out over time. controlling and drowning her like some imperial imperative. love bombing supportive when she fell apart - again. the relationship died a hundred deaths only to be reanimated. finally she detached. #magnanimous letting go was the answer #vss365
when working my intensity blurs at times like a #cataract I guess it's just all these years on earth I've been so lucky to have. from this opaque coordinate my spirit becomes my greatest sense. i lean into it. coffee helps too #vss365
No more forever wars.
I love that. I miss you. if you ever wanna get coffee or tea let me know. or just talk on the phone. I miss you! you are my friend.
This looks gorgeous, Eric. 😁
there was nothing opulent nothing of #splendor there. a table. a chair. the walls were bare. some natural light. these were the conditions I demanded to work. oh. and a lock on every door. #vss365
nice finds
‘Soul Music’ by Terry Pratchett
‘The Wind in the Willows’, by Kenneth Grahame
Two more finds on the second-han stalls!
‘Soul Music’, by Pratchett. Dustcover is battered, but the book is fine, and
A 1973 edition of ‘The Wind In The Wiilows’, which looks great condition.
50p each. 50 pence each! 😱
#vss365 #poetry
I’m hanging upside down
From the dusty beams
In the mind of my head
Come & find me only if
You dare to climb the stairs
Without any steps
& not afraid of the dark
Don’t be #timid be brave
I’m just a 5ft 1 lady creature
Some might say from Venus
But I reckon Mars
that's exciting. good for u. caffeine is a hard one to break.
she was #timid yet she needed to survive so she did outrageous things for them. the laughter music and champagne mollified iniquity. before she died she wrote a book and made them pay. #VirginiaGiuffre was her name.
@gmarierland.bsky.social I just published this bio of my FIL. it's all about Hood and the Delta and an immigrant story from Mexico in the 1940s. I think you might really like it if you are reading these days. -Kat
yummm. thank you my dear sister. I know I struggled to learn how to lead a team on Northgate but it was great fun learning and trying (RST). I miss it (a little). I miss seeing you across from my desk and talking about clients and writing groups too. let me know if there's anything I can do for you.
one request
take me with you
on your #quest
I will make your coffee
b4 the rising sun
interpret maps and stars
with you
when the day
is done
#vss365
came back from dying #obsessed with living came back from lying obsessed with honesty came back from apathy obsessed with trying feeling crying. to hell with all that self-pitying immolation and dying #vss365
#vss365 #poetry #prose
Love came along the sun rose over Jupiter Saturn & Mars
But it came back from the dark side of the moon
My smile then swallowed by a blackhole—whole
Clouds tried to harpoon me into clear skies but even the shear #velocity of my minds heart speed, can’t bust me out
A woman in a yellow hat sits at a table in what looks to be an empty cafe. She holds a cup of coffee or tea in one hand, and there is an empty chair opposite her. Behind her on the windowsill is what looks like a bouquet of red flowers, but on closer inspection is revealed to be a bowl of fruit.
empty room
a flower vase fills
with loneliness
Written or #Paintku Week 9
Painting: "Automat" by Edward Hopper (1927)
#haiku #poetry #flowers #micropoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #poetsofbluesky #loneliness
I am currently reading Virginias memoir nobody's girl
I hadn't heard of that til now Mari . Yes hope is something to feel and be intentional with like following a patch 9f sunlight. Thank u
I can so relate
hi sweetie
She could not slow down thought or image. the #velocity was incredible at night lying in bed. She could not read a simple book or share a simple conversation. She shut her eyes in prayer. It went on like this for several weeks.
#vss365
12 books I LOVED last year feat
@bingewriting.bsky.social
@chuckwendig.bsky.social
@patrickt.bsky.social
@erikaswyler.bsky.social
@pfracassi.bsky.social
@cshumble.bsky.social
@sgriest.bsky.social
…huge thx to these brilliant authors for creating worlds I couldn’t put down!
#booksky
A woman looking into camera
Archeological excavation
Redefining my way to
#Stellar self-actualization
Disrobe my body
Country of constellations
Unfurl my scroll~spread me
#Orbital ravenous manifestations
Start with dripping wax here
Exploration~The #Velocity of You:
My Final Frontier
#BraveWrite #vss365
#Poetry #Poem
