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@1010-1010-1010.bsky.social
outside now
breathe
in
skin
sun dark
air-cooled
up
she rises
to the edge of blue
hunting
a flickering absence
of sky
once she
and her silent sister
stalked
one thousand red stitches
in a blur of women
rushing
forever
she looks down
in each puddle
mud
movement
the thin colour of war
#poetry
breathe
in
skin
sun dark
air-cooled
up
she rises
to the edge of blue
hunting
a flickering absence
of sky
once she
and her silent sister
stalked
one thousand red stitches
in a blur of women
rushing
forever
she looks down
in each puddle
mud
movement
the thin colour of war
#poetry
January 24, 2026 at 10:20 PM
outside now
breathe
in
skin
sun dark
air-cooled
up
she rises
to the edge of blue
hunting
a flickering absence
of sky
once she
and her silent sister
stalked
one thousand red stitches
in a blur of women
rushing
forever
she looks down
in each puddle
mud
movement
the thin colour of war
#poetry
breathe
in
skin
sun dark
air-cooled
up
she rises
to the edge of blue
hunting
a flickering absence
of sky
once she
and her silent sister
stalked
one thousand red stitches
in a blur of women
rushing
forever
she looks down
in each puddle
mud
movement
the thin colour of war
#poetry
in the creases of my coat
snow
my clay toes
loosen detach roll
into deep ends of my shoes
as
through thin trees
a not-so-distant car growls
wheels spinning
inside
my dulled fingers
my darkened feet
my slowing thoughts
shoveling
#poetry
snow
my clay toes
loosen detach roll
into deep ends of my shoes
as
through thin trees
a not-so-distant car growls
wheels spinning
inside
my dulled fingers
my darkened feet
my slowing thoughts
shoveling
#poetry
January 23, 2026 at 4:23 AM
in the creases of my coat
snow
my clay toes
loosen detach roll
into deep ends of my shoes
as
through thin trees
a not-so-distant car growls
wheels spinning
inside
my dulled fingers
my darkened feet
my slowing thoughts
shoveling
#poetry
snow
my clay toes
loosen detach roll
into deep ends of my shoes
as
through thin trees
a not-so-distant car growls
wheels spinning
inside
my dulled fingers
my darkened feet
my slowing thoughts
shoveling
#poetry
if we forget
did it ever happen?
last leaves
move in shadows
on this tree-grown spot
industrial shelving
made to military specification
held
dissected ambitions of empire
floating in formalin
their teeth
entombed in pale gums
throw it in the fires!
if we
forget
did it ever
#poetry
did it ever happen?
last leaves
move in shadows
on this tree-grown spot
industrial shelving
made to military specification
held
dissected ambitions of empire
floating in formalin
their teeth
entombed in pale gums
throw it in the fires!
if we
forget
did it ever
#poetry
January 23, 2026 at 4:07 AM
if we forget
did it ever happen?
last leaves
move in shadows
on this tree-grown spot
industrial shelving
made to military specification
held
dissected ambitions of empire
floating in formalin
their teeth
entombed in pale gums
throw it in the fires!
if we
forget
did it ever
#poetry
did it ever happen?
last leaves
move in shadows
on this tree-grown spot
industrial shelving
made to military specification
held
dissected ambitions of empire
floating in formalin
their teeth
entombed in pale gums
throw it in the fires!
if we
forget
did it ever
#poetry
Finally got my account unlocked!
Yes, I am fine, no, I did not leave or die or get a swim bladder infection... *floats upside down* ...well, maybe the latter...
Not sure when I posted last, but belated New Year's wishes.
Yes, I am fine, no, I did not leave or die or get a swim bladder infection... *floats upside down* ...well, maybe the latter...
Not sure when I posted last, but belated New Year's wishes.
January 23, 2026 at 3:42 AM
Finally got my account unlocked!
Yes, I am fine, no, I did not leave or die or get a swim bladder infection... *floats upside down* ...well, maybe the latter...
Not sure when I posted last, but belated New Year's wishes.
Yes, I am fine, no, I did not leave or die or get a swim bladder infection... *floats upside down* ...well, maybe the latter...
Not sure when I posted last, but belated New Year's wishes.
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November 22, 2025 at 4:52 AM
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The Last Unicorn Works Remote
she turned off her camera
during the staff meeting
no one asked why
her spreadsheets
were immaculate
her silence
divine
she hasn’t used her horn in years
but still it glows
when the signal drops
she turned off her camera
during the staff meeting
no one asked why
her spreadsheets
were immaculate
her silence
divine
she hasn’t used her horn in years
but still it glows
when the signal drops
November 22, 2025 at 9:32 PM
The Last Unicorn Works Remote
she turned off her camera
during the staff meeting
no one asked why
her spreadsheets
were immaculate
her silence
divine
she hasn’t used her horn in years
but still it glows
when the signal drops
she turned off her camera
during the staff meeting
no one asked why
her spreadsheets
were immaculate
her silence
divine
she hasn’t used her horn in years
but still it glows
when the signal drops
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it sure smells like snow
Sunday morning furls in ache
one more cup of tea
Sunday morning furls in ache
one more cup of tea
November 23, 2025 at 3:29 PM
it sure smells like snow
Sunday morning furls in ache
one more cup of tea
Sunday morning furls in ache
one more cup of tea
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November 23, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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November 23, 2025 at 5:08 PM
nothing left
of the war
except forest
of the war
except forest
September 17, 2025 at 10:10 PM
nothing left
of the war
except forest
of the war
except forest
'do the british clear biscuits from their browsers
rather than cookies?' perhaps best kept to myself
a fruit fly sails invisible currents tumbling in the
the empty void between my left ear and my right
'two words', i write, frantic, 'pomegranate. pizza.'
oh, the gaps between my fingers...
#poetry
rather than cookies?' perhaps best kept to myself
a fruit fly sails invisible currents tumbling in the
the empty void between my left ear and my right
'two words', i write, frantic, 'pomegranate. pizza.'
oh, the gaps between my fingers...
#poetry
September 17, 2025 at 9:54 PM
'do the british clear biscuits from their browsers
rather than cookies?' perhaps best kept to myself
a fruit fly sails invisible currents tumbling in the
the empty void between my left ear and my right
'two words', i write, frantic, 'pomegranate. pizza.'
oh, the gaps between my fingers...
#poetry
rather than cookies?' perhaps best kept to myself
a fruit fly sails invisible currents tumbling in the
the empty void between my left ear and my right
'two words', i write, frantic, 'pomegranate. pizza.'
oh, the gaps between my fingers...
#poetry
a bus mourning
traversing the outer boundaries of Error
tires grind flint fine spring rain
wrist-thin black trunks carry new leaves to
drink from the water-thick creek
last month's funeral boat leaks past
roots fling handfuls of stones in her wake
the prayer wheels go round and round
#poetry
traversing the outer boundaries of Error
tires grind flint fine spring rain
wrist-thin black trunks carry new leaves to
drink from the water-thick creek
last month's funeral boat leaks past
roots fling handfuls of stones in her wake
the prayer wheels go round and round
#poetry
September 17, 2025 at 9:42 PM
a bus mourning
traversing the outer boundaries of Error
tires grind flint fine spring rain
wrist-thin black trunks carry new leaves to
drink from the water-thick creek
last month's funeral boat leaks past
roots fling handfuls of stones in her wake
the prayer wheels go round and round
#poetry
traversing the outer boundaries of Error
tires grind flint fine spring rain
wrist-thin black trunks carry new leaves to
drink from the water-thick creek
last month's funeral boat leaks past
roots fling handfuls of stones in her wake
the prayer wheels go round and round
#poetry
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a gap between cars
for a moment the road noise
blossoms in silence
for a moment the road noise
blossoms in silence
September 16, 2025 at 9:59 PM
a gap between cars
for a moment the road noise
blossoms in silence
for a moment the road noise
blossoms in silence
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Pan Haiku Review #5 is out!
www.callofthepage.org/the-pan-haik...
Happy to be included with a very ... special haibun :).
#haibun #haiku #whisperoftheheart #kakureru
www.callofthepage.org/the-pan-haik...
Happy to be included with a very ... special haibun :).
#haibun #haiku #whisperoftheheart #kakureru
September 2, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Pan Haiku Review #5 is out!
www.callofthepage.org/the-pan-haik...
Happy to be included with a very ... special haibun :).
#haibun #haiku #whisperoftheheart #kakureru
www.callofthepage.org/the-pan-haik...
Happy to be included with a very ... special haibun :).
#haibun #haiku #whisperoftheheart #kakureru
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August 27, 2025 at 10:54 PM
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July 15, 2025 at 2:43 PM
I understand some found the last poem a bit opaque. Still in progress (like everything lately), but maybe the working title will help:
'detention center'
'detention center'
July 6, 2025 at 6:39 PM
I understand some found the last poem a bit opaque. Still in progress (like everything lately), but maybe the working title will help:
'detention center'
'detention center'
we stink
i stink
my ass is sweaty and
flat
against this flat bench
with a hip
a look
my g threatens a spit bath
i will my ass to sleep
ladies don't sweat
so i sit in a puddle of glow
aching for my bike
listen
you nylon guards!
i was not made for
this
#micropoetry #poetry
i stink
my ass is sweaty and
flat
against this flat bench
with a hip
a look
my g threatens a spit bath
i will my ass to sleep
ladies don't sweat
so i sit in a puddle of glow
aching for my bike
listen
you nylon guards!
i was not made for
this
#micropoetry #poetry
July 6, 2025 at 7:08 AM
we stink
i stink
my ass is sweaty and
flat
against this flat bench
with a hip
a look
my g threatens a spit bath
i will my ass to sleep
ladies don't sweat
so i sit in a puddle of glow
aching for my bike
listen
you nylon guards!
i was not made for
this
#micropoetry #poetry
i stink
my ass is sweaty and
flat
against this flat bench
with a hip
a look
my g threatens a spit bath
i will my ass to sleep
ladies don't sweat
so i sit in a puddle of glow
aching for my bike
listen
you nylon guards!
i was not made for
this
#micropoetry #poetry
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reflected world
a dingy sneaker tramples
on a tree
a dingy sneaker tramples
on a tree
July 5, 2025 at 10:12 PM
reflected world
a dingy sneaker tramples
on a tree
a dingy sneaker tramples
on a tree
some words
written down
twist and itch
across the page
scratching letters
against
other words
feeding upon punctuation
sweet commas
savory stops
when later we return
these words have
gone grazing
still
only in
memory
written down
twist and itch
across the page
scratching letters
against
other words
feeding upon punctuation
sweet commas
savory stops
when later we return
these words have
gone grazing
still
only in
memory
July 6, 2025 at 5:51 AM
some words
written down
twist and itch
across the page
scratching letters
against
other words
feeding upon punctuation
sweet commas
savory stops
when later we return
these words have
gone grazing
still
only in
memory
written down
twist and itch
across the page
scratching letters
against
other words
feeding upon punctuation
sweet commas
savory stops
when later we return
these words have
gone grazing
still
only in
memory
Um...I have to do April billing before 9:00, so back online later...
May 1, 2025 at 11:35 AM
Um...I have to do April billing before 9:00, so back online later...
Happy Beltane everyone (Am Beannachadh Bealltain)!
This is a fire festival, so traditionally, the rich amongst us post photos of our sad baloney sandwiches on white bread that pass for lunches... #notFyreFestival
(We celebrate May Day with, among other things, a nice dose of humor) #wickerman
This is a fire festival, so traditionally, the rich amongst us post photos of our sad baloney sandwiches on white bread that pass for lunches... #notFyreFestival
(We celebrate May Day with, among other things, a nice dose of humor) #wickerman
May 1, 2025 at 11:33 AM
Happy Beltane everyone (Am Beannachadh Bealltain)!
This is a fire festival, so traditionally, the rich amongst us post photos of our sad baloney sandwiches on white bread that pass for lunches... #notFyreFestival
(We celebrate May Day with, among other things, a nice dose of humor) #wickerman
This is a fire festival, so traditionally, the rich amongst us post photos of our sad baloney sandwiches on white bread that pass for lunches... #notFyreFestival
(We celebrate May Day with, among other things, a nice dose of humor) #wickerman
I've been a little under the weather, but working on messages to a couple people. *swims back and forth*
May 1, 2025 at 11:23 AM
I've been a little under the weather, but working on messages to a couple people. *swims back and forth*
hospital toilet
the sound of my piss
from another universe
here
time becomes
this place
#micropoetry #poetry
the sound of my piss
from another universe
here
time becomes
this place
#micropoetry #poetry
April 7, 2025 at 6:40 PM
hospital toilet
the sound of my piss
from another universe
here
time becomes
this place
#micropoetry #poetry
the sound of my piss
from another universe
here
time becomes
this place
#micropoetry #poetry
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This is much more gentle surrealism than any ordinary kind of urban fantasy, and simply beautiful, serene, and strange.
The author is @sarahpinsker.bsky.social on here, and I am going to follow her and see what else she has written.
The author is @sarahpinsker.bsky.social on here, and I am going to follow her and see what else she has written.
Congratulations to Sarah Pinsker! Sarah's novelette “Signs of Life” is a finalist for the Best Novelette Hugo Award! You can read it here! www.uncannymagazine.com/article/sign...
April 7, 2025 at 12:22 AM
This is much more gentle surrealism than any ordinary kind of urban fantasy, and simply beautiful, serene, and strange.
The author is @sarahpinsker.bsky.social on here, and I am going to follow her and see what else she has written.
The author is @sarahpinsker.bsky.social on here, and I am going to follow her and see what else she has written.