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panic mixie glean whorl
@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
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poet & nyeusiphile.

poetry collections: Deifying A Total Darkness; To Emit Teal; The Second Stop Is Jupiter; & The Shoes of the Fisherman's Wife
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also...

JUSTICE FOR KENDRA YOUNG!

pretty sure 46 yr old bianca lawson can still play a late teen... or at least mid-20s...

just have "the powers that be" return her to the mortal plane and we can roll from there...
a close up of a woman 's face with the words `` i 'm kendra '' written on the bottom .
Alt: a close up gif of a woman's face captioning her words "i'm kendra."
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February 16, 2026 at 8:01 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
ha, haaa! fuck you, dishes...

TAKE THAT!!!
February 16, 2026 at 7:47 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
i think, for my cover for We, the Umbra, im gonna go the public domain route and pluck some obscured art from the past... i wish i could find a trove of black classical 18th century artists but im sure they starved in obscurity no matter how talented they were...
morethanmud.bsky.social House & Field Negro Quarterly @morethanmud.bsky.social · 3h
Black Man with Horses
Wacław Pawliszak (Polish, 1866-1905)
painting of a black man in white robing and turban sits on a chestnut colored horse beside & behind a riderless white horse.
February 16, 2026 at 5:54 PM
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upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
if youre familiar with tina bell then you probably know about death as well...

youtu.be/V2WbGN7xwW0?...
🔥 The Unrecognized Pioneers Of Punk Music :: A Band Called Death (Documentary)
YouTube video by FYADUB | FYASHOP
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February 16, 2026 at 4:20 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
just read Christina Rossetti's Goblin Market, tho a longtime fan of Dante Rossetti's illustrations for it... my Fayre Gabbro suite of poems was inpired by his & other fantasy illustrators like Arthur Rackham's artwork

this is my own goblin/fairytale poem from that series

(now w/ correct alt text)
Fayre Gabbro & The Trickster God Dossier - i - the goblin king, injured and hiding within the bush with hellhounds hot in abundance turns to his small companion, the child Gabbro, for whom is his charge and helps cover his escapes, taught her he did in all the ways of The Whimsical World the tears in his eyes a roux of his soul / the goblin king: injured and angered with iron teeth in his giant head, talons of great graphite, his tongue a cocoon of leathery gauze with spells fraying on his lips his milk-quartz skin as white as a unicorn’s hind and his wide bulbous eyes the perfect verdigris . . . “Fayre Gabbro, sweet lass, it has come to this,” he hisses, “haven’t all my poems come bifurcated, full of ooze & fur? did i not teach you how to handle the poisoned spindle? did i not tuft your ears from the dove’s murderous coo when it came blaring with rotten hymns in its bill? even now, the raven-queen’s quill juts your septum in protective augur and just the other day didn’t i teach you to read the globe of the hyena’s skull when lost in a woods devoid of moss? did i not compress for you the entire floating kingdom of Blasse Träume into the bunny tail puffed neatly beneath your crown? and the cadences we sang in joy with dolphin and crow after rescuing the serrated ode from the terrible toad with sabered teeth & melodious breath; our adventures in Conch City, Little Lagos, the lost caves of Neptune, the Black Hole in the Tunnel of Light . . . what a full life for barely a teen! but i am a goblin, The Goblin King, and i hunger, and to be healed (as is known) a goblin must eat the heart of Man; I’m sorry, Darling Waif, but i must consume your essence, your nectar—its melanin. it’s much to ask, i know—the abeyance of free will, the sacrificing of self for the perpetual well-being of your betters! i won’t bore nor bother you with details (as gory as they are) or how pained i am having pledged to protect you from ever seeing me suffer: much is my love for the memory of us. so don’t cry for me, but recite softly—for the soothing winds—the first lullaby i taught you lifetimes ago, then close your eyes & i’ll make it quick, without trauma—The Swift Ascent!” the sharp crackle of his flinting teeth; his dagger a slow-moving sorrow, a long lumbering ghost song rasping from its sheath . . . Gabbro, the queen-child, with the knowing smile her hand calmly in his unfurling claw like the pearl safely in the clam; his paw scratching for skin, finds an ossifying ore; an unscripted moment of laughter. "Sweet Friend, i was never the fool . . . as a child i was given many doors and dreamt this day a decade ago and have walked each morn since seeking forgiveness that softens. to buy time, it’s my Spell Of Rambling that hinders your healing; chanting transmogrifying rhymes under breath . . . even now, your feet are mostly flora; your hand more prickly succulent than a fist of saws . . . your head more cabbage than crown . . . I’m sorry, sweet liege, but when the devil-dogs arrive, they will find only your aura in atoms & spores; your dissipating spoors drifting over the fields. the retired Goblin King, Shepherd of Ghosts and All Gardenias.” “SANS SOUCI!!!—you pawned me! you ingenious, igneous pearl! you alchemy without peer or flaw; you young blossoming enchantress, you pussycat—the vegan soucriant with impeccable rapture. after 800 years i am finally pinched! congratulations, dear all-wise champion-of-me, to you i tip my crown. your thaumaturgy is complete for i am out cast and must now view Creation from The Balcony Of The Sun, my secret ultimately revealed: Unoka; Unoka is my spirit name; wrap it, please, in hematite and in suffusion add it to your coffers between—the carnelian & lazuli. in full clement (without rue or worry) this King of Heathens is dead, the prophecy true; may the spirits grant his proper heir a grand dominion and a crescive acreage in the capitols of Heaven: Fayre Gabbro, henceforth, at ei- ther dusk or dawn, my shadow-slang’s at your behest & haints alone for you, for you, Fae Trickstress, are the new Guardian Of All Gourds!” in many facets a faucet of tears befell his golden vest, by now (on the surface) a satchel of seeds, as the princess places, in respect, her snap bean wand against his chest—a burlap in decay & growing green. . . . - ii - Fayre Gabbro weeps a river; Unoka’s name & all his pollens—the tessera for her gris-gris to this day still.
February 16, 2026 at 4:15 PM
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I was thinking about this a lot last week when teaching about how David Walker had a bounty put on his head by enslavers for writing an anti-slavery pamphlet in 1830 that he sewed into the linings of jackets that sailors took to southern port cities. That’s how scared they were of powerful words.
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social panic mixie glean whorl @upfromsumdirt.bsky.social · 6h
can you imagine being in peril for simply having pen & paper found in your possession?

to have THE LAW deny you the liberty of placing a single letter onto even the smallest scrap of paper...

& we imagined this country as genteel & civilized.

jesus.
February 16, 2026 at 2:53 PM
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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social , www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKDy...
Tina Bell | The Woman Who Invented Grunge
YouTube video by A Grrrl's Two Sound Cents
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February 16, 2026 at 2:54 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
today's frivolous historical dispute:

the great wilkinson/davis household cream cheese war - in which one side doles out a measly teaspoon of cream cheese for breakfast bagel while the other side clamors for 2 tablespoon cream cheese representation.
February 16, 2026 at 3:01 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
barbara cartland is the subject author

we didnt carry much romance at our bookstore (handfuls of the very VERY latest if it came in used) but lexington already had a dedicated romance bookstore ‐ in fact all the local bookstores had their own niche & we limited our encroachment in each's territory
bookspotlight.bsky.social Indie Book Spotlight @bookspotlight.bsky.social · 2d
Crazy that I just found out about a woman from the 20th century who wrote hundreds of books and was one of the best selling authors in history - and I have never heard of a single one of her books until today - and I know of a LOT of books.

Rather interesting. (From an author perspective.)
February 16, 2026 at 2:34 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
i always return to my haunts: black folks in the american antebellum reading & writing against the intention of white supremacy. you think "the pen is mightier than the sword" for what it could write? simply holding one couldve got our heads split!

#alwaysrebel
shobitap.org Shobita Parthasarathy @shobitap.org · 22h
Can you think of examples where people use technologies differently from what the developers intended, whether unintentionally or as an act of resistance?
February 16, 2026 at 2:20 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
“The trouble is if you don’t spend your life yourself, other people spend it for you.”

- Peter Shaffer, Five Finger Exercise: A Play
February 16, 2026 at 2:10 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
in 41 years & thousands of pages ive done internal rhymes & slant rhymes but never once completed a traditionally rhyming poem (& have only attempted to do so once, my very 1st poem - a horrible attempt at rapping), but would love to give it a try someday...

christina rossetti
A DIRGE
A Dirge By Christina Rossetti Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples’ dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
February 16, 2026 at 12:55 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
please use alt text with your images
February 16, 2026 at 12:41 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
POV of a troll (you know who you are) as he over-values his "devasting" reply -
February 16, 2026 at 7:06 AM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
this is a metaphor for the internet.
February 16, 2026 at 6:49 AM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
this is a metaphor for the internet.
February 16, 2026 at 6:44 AM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
im just another Magical Negro Manic Pixie Dream Girl Angry Black Poet - your typical 21st century trope-trifecta.
February 16, 2026 at 6:25 AM
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Hell yes, my debut novella GRIEF EATER is now live on Barnes and Noble for pre-orders!

I would greatly appreciate any help in spreading the word. Thank you!

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@interstellarflight.bsky.social
Grief Eater|eBook
Visceral, gritty, and unforgiving, GRIEF EATER is a zombie story like you've never read before. When Kristina rises from her violent death, she's not the same fragile woman her family once abandoned. ...
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February 3, 2026 at 5:55 AM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
goodnight, fam...
(at least until about midnight)

albert ayler trio
GHOSTS: FIRST VARIATION

youtu.be/KnZDHaVDMRM?...
Ghosts: Ghosts: Variation 1
YouTube video by Albert Ayler - Topic
youtu.be
February 16, 2026 at 1:09 AM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
i was not happy.
a filthy beast curled up in my popcorn bowl... and yes, we still have wrapped christmas gifts floating around the house - they were extra Dirty Santa gifts but half the adult kids & grandkids didnt show up for the holiday so we pawn them off whenever they visit. a granddaughter starts college in the fall, so she'll be the recipient for whatever remains.
February 15, 2026 at 11:56 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
baristas could apply an "asshole tax" to cheapskate or dickish customers... no one but me ever admitted to using it —

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upfromsumdirt.bsky.social panic mixie glean whorl @upfromsumdirt.bsky.social · 21h
at the coffeeshop, young folks of all races were equally unlikely to tip, but for the older heads with more secure income: black folks would over-tip, @ $5 (consciously aware of the stereotype), while their white peers tipped $1‐2.
February 15, 2026 at 11:44 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
i really try to avoid posting political stuff on weekends, especially on sundays, so "my bad" to self.

there are so many folks out there with better grasps than me on the political & cultural landscapes - im just a hot-take poet.

nothing but joyful shit from me for the next couple days, i swair!
February 15, 2026 at 10:59 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
🚫 ai!
🚫 nazis!!
and especially
🚫 rodents!!!
(rats, squirrels, cats, hamsters, etc)
comicbook panel of two rodents standing on their hind legs, one has a screwdriver and the other carries a bundle of wiring. caption reads "he went back to sleep! but the hamsters didn't sleep..."
February 15, 2026 at 10:45 PM
upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
without exception.
February 15, 2026 at 10:17 PM
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dytsras.bsky.social
Although he's been gone almost 28 years, brother Kwame Ture aka Stokely Carmichael is still teaching

you just gotta listen
February 14, 2026 at 2:05 PM