William David Maxwell
@emersynlaughs.bsky.social
Novelist, poet, lover of all things nature and a life filled with passion. 40s. All poetry posted is my original work.
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#Emoetry prompt for 11/28
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November 28, 2025 at 3:14 AM
#Emoetry prompt for 11/28
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#writingcommunity #SkyPoets #poetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
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"We are the music without sound. The promise, peace, and passion that cannot be put into something as simple as words."
November 28, 2025 at 3:10 AM
"We are the music without sound. The promise, peace, and passion that cannot be put into something as simple as words."
Introduce yourself with five concerts you've seen:
Sevendust
Hail the Villain
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Afroman
Celldweller
Sevendust
Hail the Villain
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Afroman
Celldweller
introduce yourself with five concerts you've seen:
Metallica x2
Dream Theater x3
Opeth x 3
Between the Buried and Me x4
Periphery x5
Metallica x2
Dream Theater x3
Opeth x 3
Between the Buried and Me x4
Periphery x5
Introduce yourself with five concerts you've seen:
Bowie *
Roger Waters
July Talk *
Metric *
Alice Phoebe Lou *
* multiple times
Bowie *
Roger Waters
July Talk *
Metric *
Alice Phoebe Lou *
* multiple times
November 27, 2025 at 11:32 PM
Introduce yourself with five concerts you've seen:
Sevendust
Hail the Villain
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Afroman
Celldweller
Sevendust
Hail the Villain
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Afroman
Celldweller
"The best stories are understood in silence. Seen in the shine of a gaze, the movement at the corners of a mouth, the tension in a jaw and shoulders. Or the lack."
November 27, 2025 at 10:39 PM
"The best stories are understood in silence. Seen in the shine of a gaze, the movement at the corners of a mouth, the tension in a jaw and shoulders. Or the lack."
"I am an alchemist on a quest to learn how to turn science back into magic. Forgetting that they are the same depending on the time of day. You cannot lead me astray when I asked to be here. My soul knows the way to an oubliette that doesn't exist. I've read the portents that are avarice made false"
November 27, 2025 at 10:33 PM
"I am an alchemist on a quest to learn how to turn science back into magic. Forgetting that they are the same depending on the time of day. You cannot lead me astray when I asked to be here. My soul knows the way to an oubliette that doesn't exist. I've read the portents that are avarice made false"
"My mind is a state of flippant rest and chaotic slumber. A creature testing out their limbs as if for the first time. I owe no one any penance beyond myself. My sins are self-inflicted as our my sensual dance steps. The cards of fate are the wallpaper to my hidden bower. Tempting me to believe."
November 27, 2025 at 10:25 PM
"My mind is a state of flippant rest and chaotic slumber. A creature testing out their limbs as if for the first time. I owe no one any penance beyond myself. My sins are self-inflicted as our my sensual dance steps. The cards of fate are the wallpaper to my hidden bower. Tempting me to believe."
"Mine is the canvas full of half completed threads, unfinished tragic beauty. Button eyes without the stuffing. A project piece until the right one came calling. Humble stitching transforms into embroidery with a loving hand. They took the sketch of me and showed me that I could become art to love."
November 27, 2025 at 10:08 PM
"Mine is the canvas full of half completed threads, unfinished tragic beauty. Button eyes without the stuffing. A project piece until the right one came calling. Humble stitching transforms into embroidery with a loving hand. They took the sketch of me and showed me that I could become art to love."
"In your eyes, I understand the meaning of contentment. That comfortable weight of your head on my chest. The feel of your arm across me and the grip on my side, fingertips making circles. No music is needed except the noise of your rhythmic breathing as you drift off to dreamland. Safe together."
November 27, 2025 at 9:57 PM
"In your eyes, I understand the meaning of contentment. That comfortable weight of your head on my chest. The feel of your arm across me and the grip on my side, fingertips making circles. No music is needed except the noise of your rhythmic breathing as you drift off to dreamland. Safe together."
"The winds blow snow and settle the chill into your bones. My thoughts are filled with family traditions. Cooking smells and cackling coming from the kitchen. Carols are playing out of season. I'm a man for basic pleasures that make the day worth getting up for. Oceans of calm between the lightning"
November 26, 2025 at 9:35 PM
"The winds blow snow and settle the chill into your bones. My thoughts are filled with family traditions. Cooking smells and cackling coming from the kitchen. Carols are playing out of season. I'm a man for basic pleasures that make the day worth getting up for. Oceans of calm between the lightning"
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November 23, 2025 at 3:11 AM
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🐙💀Lovecraftian Dungeon Synth💀🐙
New Release out now!
"Cult of Cthulhu" -
Enter the dark Swamps of Louisiana and witness the unholy Rituals for Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones!
This Release is NYP on Bandcamp
withstrangeraeons.bandcamp.com/album/cult-o...
New Release out now!
"Cult of Cthulhu" -
Enter the dark Swamps of Louisiana and witness the unholy Rituals for Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones!
This Release is NYP on Bandcamp
withstrangeraeons.bandcamp.com/album/cult-o...
November 22, 2025 at 11:49 PM
🐙💀Lovecraftian Dungeon Synth💀🐙
New Release out now!
"Cult of Cthulhu" -
Enter the dark Swamps of Louisiana and witness the unholy Rituals for Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones!
This Release is NYP on Bandcamp
withstrangeraeons.bandcamp.com/album/cult-o...
New Release out now!
"Cult of Cthulhu" -
Enter the dark Swamps of Louisiana and witness the unholy Rituals for Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones!
This Release is NYP on Bandcamp
withstrangeraeons.bandcamp.com/album/cult-o...
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2 ongoing convos are dovetailing rn:
1. a holiday shopping $ blackout aimed at big business;
2. worry over small presses closing or paring down.
Let's talk direct action: YOU CAN DO BOTH😀
IT'S VITAL TO SUPPORT indie pubs that encourage risk & diversity. Here's a 🧵 of em you can support directly:
1. a holiday shopping $ blackout aimed at big business;
2. worry over small presses closing or paring down.
Let's talk direct action: YOU CAN DO BOTH😀
IT'S VITAL TO SUPPORT indie pubs that encourage risk & diversity. Here's a 🧵 of em you can support directly:
November 22, 2025 at 9:21 PM
2 ongoing convos are dovetailing rn:
1. a holiday shopping $ blackout aimed at big business;
2. worry over small presses closing or paring down.
Let's talk direct action: YOU CAN DO BOTH😀
IT'S VITAL TO SUPPORT indie pubs that encourage risk & diversity. Here's a 🧵 of em you can support directly:
1. a holiday shopping $ blackout aimed at big business;
2. worry over small presses closing or paring down.
Let's talk direct action: YOU CAN DO BOTH😀
IT'S VITAL TO SUPPORT indie pubs that encourage risk & diversity. Here's a 🧵 of em you can support directly:
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Dropping this one early so you can listen on your travels! I weave William Blake into my embarrassing chocolate milk story, read food writing from non-food writers, & play music by D'Angelo, the Clash, Portishead, Beastie Boys, Van Halen + more. Free/Ad-free/No Ai
www.mixcloud.com/KOPN/late-wt...
www.mixcloud.com/KOPN/late-wt...
Late w/Taffeta V. - Chow
I'm hungry! This one's all about food - I'll tell my embarrassing chocolate milk story and discuss the childhood trauma of Grape Nuts, I'll read food writing from Sylvia Plath, Tom Robbins, Maya Angel...
www.mixcloud.com
November 22, 2025 at 7:25 PM
Dropping this one early so you can listen on your travels! I weave William Blake into my embarrassing chocolate milk story, read food writing from non-food writers, & play music by D'Angelo, the Clash, Portishead, Beastie Boys, Van Halen + more. Free/Ad-free/No Ai
www.mixcloud.com/KOPN/late-wt...
www.mixcloud.com/KOPN/late-wt...
Share a smile 😁🖤
November 22, 2025 at 5:07 PM
Share a smile 😁🖤
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A still-life study that took me 17hr and 45min :)
#oilpainting
#oilpainting
November 21, 2025 at 1:00 PM
A still-life study that took me 17hr and 45min :)
#oilpainting
#oilpainting
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"You don't reach ferocity until you are laid bare past blood and bone. Fleshy trappings only hide the spirit monsoon in a perpetual fire. The rains in the void wash clean and unclean alike. A single touch sparks a fractal to turn your threads to dust. A kiss is the physics of chaos you invite home."
November 22, 2025 at 3:24 PM
"You don't reach ferocity until you are laid bare past blood and bone. Fleshy trappings only hide the spirit monsoon in a perpetual fire. The rains in the void wash clean and unclean alike. A single touch sparks a fractal to turn your threads to dust. A kiss is the physics of chaos you invite home."
"The pumpkin patch lingers through a veil of frost, not yet ready to give up the ghost. A questing dark still stalks the forest in defiance of cheer and twinkling lights. Gods below mumble cantrips and juggle angel numbers. Mother Night is eternal no matter the season. Each of us carries a candle."
November 22, 2025 at 3:12 PM
"The pumpkin patch lingers through a veil of frost, not yet ready to give up the ghost. A questing dark still stalks the forest in defiance of cheer and twinkling lights. Gods below mumble cantrips and juggle angel numbers. Mother Night is eternal no matter the season. Each of us carries a candle."
Me as a Bluesky therapist...
November 22, 2025 at 3:02 PM
Me as a Bluesky therapist...
"It was under a wavy sky that you made your choice. Handing over the wheel, asking to be lead out of your lost movie. Safety that is given freely, a bill to pay that no longer breaks you. It's adorable how you think you have a say in what illusions get cast on the pyre. Pinning your wish on my ways"
November 22, 2025 at 2:54 PM
"It was under a wavy sky that you made your choice. Handing over the wheel, asking to be lead out of your lost movie. Safety that is given freely, a bill to pay that no longer breaks you. It's adorable how you think you have a say in what illusions get cast on the pyre. Pinning your wish on my ways"
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November 22, 2025 at 3:32 AM
"She is dandelion kisses out of season with the promise of honey at sunrise. Coffee in winter. Spring days when the light makes the curls dance in the hollowed wood. Arms covering our wounds and her whisper in my ear "drink deep" when the giggles are only the beginning. The dance card is full."
November 22, 2025 at 2:04 AM
"She is dandelion kisses out of season with the promise of honey at sunrise. Coffee in winter. Spring days when the light makes the curls dance in the hollowed wood. Arms covering our wounds and her whisper in my ear "drink deep" when the giggles are only the beginning. The dance card is full."
"The steam had long since passed the shine of black and white tiles. Towel discarded on the floor. Peering at my hazy reflection in the oval mirror. It was dirty enough to be kind. I grasped the gilt edges and stared a torrent into the surface. All silent except the late drops falling from my eyes."
November 22, 2025 at 12:22 AM
"The steam had long since passed the shine of black and white tiles. Towel discarded on the floor. Peering at my hazy reflection in the oval mirror. It was dirty enough to be kind. I grasped the gilt edges and stared a torrent into the surface. All silent except the late drops falling from my eyes."