Light does not warm:
it glides, exposing contour,
denying heat.
Sky is not background:
it is armature.
The stars: an axis turning.
Everything breathes deep time.
No instant.
No pulse.
No drama.
No story.
Only mass.
And the silent architecture.
Unwitnessed.
Light does not warm:
it glides, exposing contour,
denying heat.
Sky is not background:
it is armature.
The stars: an axis turning.
Everything breathes deep time.
No instant.
No pulse.
No drama.
No story.
Only mass.
And the silent architecture.
Unwitnessed.
idk if I’ve ever posted this poem here, but recent events made me think of it, well, relive it really. I wrote this in 2018 when Brett Kavanaugh, a man accused of SA, was nominated into the Supreme Court. It’s titled “Junior Prom Night”.
idk if I’ve ever posted this poem here, but recent events made me think of it, well, relive it really. I wrote this in 2018 when Brett Kavanaugh, a man accused of SA, was nominated into the Supreme Court. It’s titled “Junior Prom Night”.
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That’s why I’m running for Congress: to defend this country, with the full constitutional authority of Congress.
I’m Harry Dunn. And I’m ready to finish the job.
disappear
like a ghost
as she folds
and folds
further into
herself
seeking escape,
terrified
mortified
of the vast
deep dark
oceans of
the lonely life
before her
#promptcombo @hool415.bsky.social #vss365 #emoetry #poetry
disappear
like a ghost
as she folds
and folds
further into
herself
seeking escape,
terrified
mortified
of the vast
deep dark
oceans of
the lonely life
before her
#promptcombo @hool415.bsky.social #vss365 #emoetry #poetry
MIKE JOHNSON: When ICE goes to execute a warrant, it's issued by an immigration judge, & that is a sufficient legal authority to go apprehend someone
They rebranded and are running the show.
They rebranded and are running the show.
you carried them all
unfinished hours
words
you meant to say
but silence
leaves fingerprints
and when the light
changed
you looked up
as if you had always known
the sun
was never yours
to keep
#poetry
you carried them all
unfinished hours
words
you meant to say
but silence
leaves fingerprints
and when the light
changed
you looked up
as if you had always known
the sun
was never yours
to keep
#poetry