Me
@ewiggins66.bsky.social
Writer, architect, woodcarver, gardener, dog & cat lover, live off-grid in a secluded coastal forest retreat in Maine. Healthcare worker. Autistic tendacies linger. I believe life is complicated and we all need choices. Left of center. #vss365
She/her
She/her
#2wordprompt
Patient detect
I lack the ability
To #detect
Unspoken
Communication
But instead
Of others
Acknowledging
And trying
To help
I am the one
Who must be
#patient and calm
Would you ask
A blind man
To read
Your book
Or a woman
Wout legs
To run
Your marathon?
Then why
Expect it
From me?
Patient detect
I lack the ability
To #detect
Unspoken
Communication
But instead
Of others
Acknowledging
And trying
To help
I am the one
Who must be
#patient and calm
Would you ask
A blind man
To read
Your book
Or a woman
Wout legs
To run
Your marathon?
Then why
Expect it
From me?
January 28, 2026 at 7:59 PM
#2wordprompt
Patient detect
I lack the ability
To #detect
Unspoken
Communication
But instead
Of others
Acknowledging
And trying
To help
I am the one
Who must be
#patient and calm
Would you ask
A blind man
To read
Your book
Or a woman
Wout legs
To run
Your marathon?
Then why
Expect it
From me?
Patient detect
I lack the ability
To #detect
Unspoken
Communication
But instead
Of others
Acknowledging
And trying
To help
I am the one
Who must be
#patient and calm
Would you ask
A blind man
To read
Your book
Or a woman
Wout legs
To run
Your marathon?
Then why
Expect it
From me?
January 28, 2026 at 7:49 PM
The dark underbelly of this place has been showing off lately... doing a lot of blocking.
Also, my phone is obsessed with memories from 6 yrs ago. There isn't much about that time I want to remember so shut up ...
Thank you. You may continue scrolling now. Have a beautiful day 🌞
Also, my phone is obsessed with memories from 6 yrs ago. There isn't much about that time I want to remember so shut up ...
Thank you. You may continue scrolling now. Have a beautiful day 🌞
January 28, 2026 at 7:43 PM
The dark underbelly of this place has been showing off lately... doing a lot of blocking.
Also, my phone is obsessed with memories from 6 yrs ago. There isn't much about that time I want to remember so shut up ...
Thank you. You may continue scrolling now. Have a beautiful day 🌞
Also, my phone is obsessed with memories from 6 yrs ago. There isn't much about that time I want to remember so shut up ...
Thank you. You may continue scrolling now. Have a beautiful day 🌞
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Hello Word Weavers!
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 28 is #quiver.
Song: Deconstruction - Indigo Girls
Lyrics:
“And as for the truth it seems like we just pick a theory
It’s the one that justifies
Our daily lives
And backs us with #quiver and arrows”
youtu.be/5ipseJH1ADo?...
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 28 is #quiver.
Song: Deconstruction - Indigo Girls
Lyrics:
“And as for the truth it seems like we just pick a theory
It’s the one that justifies
Our daily lives
And backs us with #quiver and arrows”
youtu.be/5ipseJH1ADo?...
Deconstruction
YouTube video by Indigo Girls - Topic
youtu.be
January 28, 2026 at 4:00 AM
Hello Word Weavers!
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 28 is #quiver.
Song: Deconstruction - Indigo Girls
Lyrics:
“And as for the truth it seems like we just pick a theory
It’s the one that justifies
Our daily lives
And backs us with #quiver and arrows”
youtu.be/5ipseJH1ADo?...
Your #vss365 #prompt for Jan 28 is #quiver.
Song: Deconstruction - Indigo Girls
Lyrics:
“And as for the truth it seems like we just pick a theory
It’s the one that justifies
Our daily lives
And backs us with #quiver and arrows”
youtu.be/5ipseJH1ADo?...
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How you used
To make me shiver
Promise made
But n’er delivered
Whispered things
That made me #quiver
Til I begged
For just a sliver
Proffered love
You n’er considered
‘Fore you sold me
Down the river
My mama warned
Of Jezebels
But never heard
O’er wedding bells
#vss365
To make me shiver
Promise made
But n’er delivered
Whispered things
That made me #quiver
Til I begged
For just a sliver
Proffered love
You n’er considered
‘Fore you sold me
Down the river
My mama warned
Of Jezebels
But never heard
O’er wedding bells
#vss365
a woman is walking down a hallway holding a purse
ALT: a woman is walking down a hallway holding a purse
media.tenor.com
January 28, 2026 at 4:27 AM
Watching Oppenheimer
...finally.
...finally.
January 27, 2026 at 9:24 PM
Watching Oppenheimer
...finally.
...finally.
Now...where to submit horror stories with forest fairies...and/or witches???
January 27, 2026 at 6:03 PM
Now...where to submit horror stories with forest fairies...and/or witches???
Writers raise your hand for the number of times you've been offered a Mediterranean cruise as part of your book tour promoting your debut novel...
...how about all of you who can afford to hire a full time assistant
...or maybe just those that can quit their day job...
#writing #writers #books
...how about all of you who can afford to hire a full time assistant
...or maybe just those that can quit their day job...
#writing #writers #books
January 27, 2026 at 4:21 PM
Let's see if i can finish reading my book today... and then see if the author doesn't delete the link when I repost it... 🤷
January 27, 2026 at 3:57 PM
Let's see if i can finish reading my book today... and then see if the author doesn't delete the link when I repost it... 🤷
January 27, 2026 at 2:09 PM
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Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is stay soft in a world that keeps asking you to harden up.
Pay attention to what steadies you — a quiet moment, a voice, a song — and keep those things close. They ain’t escapes; they’re anchors.
Pay attention to what steadies you — a quiet moment, a voice, a song — and keep those things close. They ain’t escapes; they’re anchors.
January 26, 2026 at 9:41 PM
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is stay soft in a world that keeps asking you to harden up.
Pay attention to what steadies you — a quiet moment, a voice, a song — and keep those things close. They ain’t escapes; they’re anchors.
Pay attention to what steadies you — a quiet moment, a voice, a song — and keep those things close. They ain’t escapes; they’re anchors.
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Rest in peace, go in power, Alex Pretti.
We will carry on the fight.
--Street art by Topsy.
We will carry on the fight.
--Street art by Topsy.
January 27, 2026 at 1:04 PM
Rest in peace, go in power, Alex Pretti.
We will carry on the fight.
--Street art by Topsy.
We will carry on the fight.
--Street art by Topsy.
Pet peeve-
TV mysteries with a writer at the center of attention...like nothing that is portrayed has anything to do with reality. Nothing. Sheesh. 🤣🙄
TV mysteries with a writer at the center of attention...like nothing that is portrayed has anything to do with reality. Nothing. Sheesh. 🤣🙄
January 26, 2026 at 6:04 PM
Pet peeve-
TV mysteries with a writer at the center of attention...like nothing that is portrayed has anything to do with reality. Nothing. Sheesh. 🤣🙄
TV mysteries with a writer at the center of attention...like nothing that is portrayed has anything to do with reality. Nothing. Sheesh. 🤣🙄
#fromoneline
"I was born in the snow," Basil said. "My Dam was raiding when a storm hit. She had no choice but to find an old flower pot and pop me out. Gave me character."
This intimate revelation from a forest fairie seemed odd. We were hunkered down in the snow, but prepared to meet a monster.
"I was born in the snow," Basil said. "My Dam was raiding when a storm hit. She had no choice but to find an old flower pot and pop me out. Gave me character."
This intimate revelation from a forest fairie seemed odd. We were hunkered down in the snow, but prepared to meet a monster.
January 26, 2026 at 3:31 PM
#fromoneline
"I was born in the snow," Basil said. "My Dam was raiding when a storm hit. She had no choice but to find an old flower pot and pop me out. Gave me character."
This intimate revelation from a forest fairie seemed odd. We were hunkered down in the snow, but prepared to meet a monster.
"I was born in the snow," Basil said. "My Dam was raiding when a storm hit. She had no choice but to find an old flower pot and pop me out. Gave me character."
This intimate revelation from a forest fairie seemed odd. We were hunkered down in the snow, but prepared to meet a monster.
#2wordprompt
The forest fairies leader
Released the rope
From my left hand
And set to work
On my right
When a hush rose
All hundred plus fairies
Grew #quiet
Staring into
The dark underbelly
Of the spruce and pine
And then I saw it
That #glow
Pulsing low
To the ground
And heard
The familiar hum
The forest fairies leader
Released the rope
From my left hand
And set to work
On my right
When a hush rose
All hundred plus fairies
Grew #quiet
Staring into
The dark underbelly
Of the spruce and pine
And then I saw it
That #glow
Pulsing low
To the ground
And heard
The familiar hum
January 26, 2026 at 3:18 PM
#2wordprompt
The forest fairies leader
Released the rope
From my left hand
And set to work
On my right
When a hush rose
All hundred plus fairies
Grew #quiet
Staring into
The dark underbelly
Of the spruce and pine
And then I saw it
That #glow
Pulsing low
To the ground
And heard
The familiar hum
The forest fairies leader
Released the rope
From my left hand
And set to work
On my right
When a hush rose
All hundred plus fairies
Grew #quiet
Staring into
The dark underbelly
Of the spruce and pine
And then I saw it
That #glow
Pulsing low
To the ground
And heard
The familiar hum
11" of snow and its still coming down. The dogs have made corridors through it. ❄️🥶
January 26, 2026 at 2:59 PM
11" of snow and its still coming down. The dogs have made corridors through it. ❄️🥶
BS being a bit weird...finding comments on my posts that look like they're from me, but aren't. No idea,where they came from. And posts on other people's stuff that aren't from me either... um... new password time maybe? 🤷
January 26, 2026 at 12:48 PM
BS being a bit weird...finding comments on my posts that look like they're from me, but aren't. No idea,where they came from. And posts on other people's stuff that aren't from me either... um... new password time maybe? 🤷
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
-Emily Dickinson
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
-Emily Dickinson
January 24, 2026 at 9:50 PM
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
-Emily Dickinson
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
-Emily Dickinson
#2wordprompt
They tasted pepper spray
My writing feels too shallow
To make a difference
#haiku #poetry
They tasted pepper spray
My writing feels too shallow
To make a difference
#haiku #poetry
January 25, 2026 at 9:15 AM
#2wordprompt
They tasted pepper spray
My writing feels too shallow
To make a difference
#haiku #poetry
They tasted pepper spray
My writing feels too shallow
To make a difference
#haiku #poetry