#Lightning
ice and water collide
winter and spring at war
until air's insulation breaks
brilliance streaks to earth
and heaven's fury
meets its match
in ancient loam
#vss365
#Spellbound
I mean
what is magic
if not desire
seeking ends
against
our better judgment?
#vss365
This is true. Though perhaps the same might be said of some actual moms.
#Jewelry
my one adornment
is oura
this little ring
that watches my heart
murmurs to me
of stress
and sleep
and diet
I call her mom
#vss365
Why thank you, Ann.
Amazing!
'These Frightening Machines' - my third album, is out now! 🥹 I've poured everything into this release and I am so, so proud of it. Now the songs are ready to take on new meanings elsewhere... I hope you enjoy it. You can stream and purchase it here: kpriddy.lnk.to/TFM
Thank you.
#Magnanimous
we are always
in dialogue
with six year old
versions
the stern
hides the sullen
the angry
guards the frightened
so when people ask
why I'm kind
I wink
and stick out my tongue
#vss365
Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, Kristi Noem.
#Bountiful
we had
a moment of romance
last night
and this morning
as I washed my hands
she asked if I would bathe
and it took a moment
before I realized
she meant to spare
my embarrassment
missing how
when you reach
a certain age
receiving such touch
is great f-ing news
#vss365
#Lethargy
something happens
low
a singularity perhaps
gut's gravity swallowing
whatever it is
that makes us
go
#vss365
#Cataract
the minute we
have agenda
focus on one thing
something else blurs
it's natural
even necessary
but I wonder
at all that's lost
in the blurred edges
as habit screams
and beauty waits
#vss365
So, so good.
When I was young the world moved in envelopes. I would press my handwriting into paper as if the ink itself could travel faster if I wished hard enough. I waited days, sometimes weeks, for a reply to cross oceans, to find its way through sorting rooms and weather and chance. Sometimes a letter arrived with a grainy photograph tucked inside: a friend’s face blurred at the edges, a monument softened by distance, a place I had never been made real by the faint chemical smell of developing fluid and fingerprints. And then the world shifted. A quiet miracle. The first instant conversation felt like touching a star and finding it warm. Digital pictures crawled onto the screen line by line, as if the machine were shy about revealing the future all at once. Now I sit at night and speak freely to people across continents, voices exchanged without delay, faces crisp and bright as if they were leaning just over my shoulder. I take pictures without thinking, send them without ceremony. I scatter words like seeds that bloom in seconds. And yet I catch myself sighing when the world at my fingertips hesitates, when a page takes a breath too long to load. I forget the miracle because it has become as familiar as the air in my lungs. But sometimes, in the moments between replies, I remember the waiting, the blurred faces, the slow magic of distance, and I feel the old wonder stir again.
When I was young the world moved in envelopes. I would press my handwriting into paper as if the ink itself could travel faster if I wished hard enough. I waited days, sometimes weeks, for a reply to cross oceans, to find its way through sorting rooms and weather and chance. Sometimes a letter arrived with a grainy photograph tucked inside: a friend’s face blurred at the edges, a monument softened by distance, a place I had never been made real by the faint chemical smell of developing fluid and fingerprints. And then the world shifted. A quiet miracle. The first instant conversation felt like touching a star and finding it warm. Digital pictures crawled onto the screen line by line, as if the machine were shy about revealing the future all at once. Now I sit at night and speak freely to people across continents, voices exchanged without delay, faces crisp and bright as if they were leaning just over my shoulder. I take pictures without thinking, send them without ceremony. I scatter words like seeds that bloom in seconds. And yet I catch myself sighing when the world at my fingertips hesitates, when a page takes a breath too long to load. I forget the miracle because it has become as familiar as the air in my lungs. But sometimes, in the moments between replies, I remember the waiting, the blurred faces, the slow magic of distance, and I feel the old wonder stir again.
@madp03t.bsky.social
I am not sure I quite got this one right in terms of content, so I made it super-long to make up for it.
#AmpersandAfterDark #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetry
Of course. No one wanted this war. They wanted food and health care and energy prices to go down. Now all those things will cost more.
It's a war of folly by a doddering old man who likes when things blow up and needs to distract us from the child sex ring he's connected to.
Calm
amidst fear
and chaos
there is a place
a room
that contains them
even if it
surrounds galaxies
and oceans
when in need
press your hands
against its walls
feel agony's edge
breathe
#poetry
#Splendor
in darkness
when all is lost
despair beckons
and you are awash
in slow, endless sinking
still
you continue
#vss365
You cannot talk like this about any other minority in America.
And if it was any other president’s adviser who said something like this about any other minority, it’d be the instant end of their presidency.
Creativity
when despair rises
I try to hum
not because i'm good
(I promise I am not)
but because the vibration
moves through chest
and bone
in rough, unpolished beauty
loosed into the world
and the heart recalls
what it once knew
the possibility
of song
#poetry
#Timid
it's quite a thing
to wake to fear
to know
it learned your name
the very truth of you
long ago
and to wonder
at courage
at how some
are spared
the constant threat
of unearned shame
#vss365
Protest
one day
i woke up and realized
i was a poem
but the rhyme was off
and the words were messy
so i went off-the-cuff
fumed and raged
and threw in imagery
and the police came
with heavy boots (see?! imagery!)
and locked me away
and named my madness
heresy
#poetry
#Quest
he sighed
yes, sighed
when they named him
Sir Gavin
mighty dragon hunter
when really
it was mostly travel
through mists and snow
and if he perchance
met a horned one
they spoke
of hunger
and weather
quiet skies
and where to eat
with less hassle
#vss365
Soul of the World
okay, so listen
i know, i know
the pull here is to make it complicated
with love and hate
and desire and jealousy
but what if
(and hear me out on this)
really
it's puppies
#retroartprompt
Healing
hear me out
we are wired
down to our very bones
to respond
to kindness
there is no more ready supply of this
than you
#poetry
#obsessed
oh I am perfectly okay
with obsessions of my choosing
with eternal quests
for peace
or joy
it is only
when worry arrives unannounced
screaming
and refusing polite exit
that i name it
disorder
#vss365
#vss365
(In) Search of My Treasure
what is the next hill
after peace
or love
or joy
is there some new thing?
or is it simply
to stop
to breathe
to feel the earth
under tired feet
and call it enough
#tretroartprompt
Before the Sun
darkness slept
and dreamed
of shadow nestled
in shades of black
and how natural
it seemed
to be
unaware
#retroartprompt
It’s time to make Citizens United history. Montana — and now California — can lead the way. Here's how.
https://robertreich.substack.com/p/how-california-can-neuter-citizens
This is fantastic! Robert Reich: How California Can Neuter “Citizens United” and Improve Democracy for Us All open.substack.com/pub/robertre...
