Mint
@grimalkinangel.bsky.social
A change in the humidity
Alters the way my hair springs back
When I brush it after a comforting shower.
My skin, too,
Feels a different texture
As a caterpillar sheds its skin
During each instar.
And my lungs adjust to the altitude and cold
My body being born again.
#poetry
Alters the way my hair springs back
When I brush it after a comforting shower.
My skin, too,
Feels a different texture
As a caterpillar sheds its skin
During each instar.
And my lungs adjust to the altitude and cold
My body being born again.
#poetry
January 28, 2026 at 6:27 AM
A change in the humidity
Alters the way my hair springs back
When I brush it after a comforting shower.
My skin, too,
Feels a different texture
As a caterpillar sheds its skin
During each instar.
And my lungs adjust to the altitude and cold
My body being born again.
#poetry
Alters the way my hair springs back
When I brush it after a comforting shower.
My skin, too,
Feels a different texture
As a caterpillar sheds its skin
During each instar.
And my lungs adjust to the altitude and cold
My body being born again.
#poetry
Your phantom’s smell
Haunts me in my own home.
Until the fog in my mind clears,
Nothing could make me think you weren’t right next to me.
Haunts me in my own home.
Until the fog in my mind clears,
Nothing could make me think you weren’t right next to me.
January 27, 2026 at 4:36 AM
Your phantom’s smell
Haunts me in my own home.
Until the fog in my mind clears,
Nothing could make me think you weren’t right next to me.
Haunts me in my own home.
Until the fog in my mind clears,
Nothing could make me think you weren’t right next to me.
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This hit so fucking hard today.
January 26, 2026 at 8:52 PM
This hit so fucking hard today.
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January 21, 2026 at 3:11 PM
I long for gentle weather
Of sleepy skies and whispering fog
In a still world,
One that my peers look outside to
In awe, distracted from class
Because it’s raining again —
A quiet comfort.
#poetry
Of sleepy skies and whispering fog
In a still world,
One that my peers look outside to
In awe, distracted from class
Because it’s raining again —
A quiet comfort.
#poetry
January 21, 2026 at 2:03 AM
I long for gentle weather
Of sleepy skies and whispering fog
In a still world,
One that my peers look outside to
In awe, distracted from class
Because it’s raining again —
A quiet comfort.
#poetry
Of sleepy skies and whispering fog
In a still world,
One that my peers look outside to
In awe, distracted from class
Because it’s raining again —
A quiet comfort.
#poetry
In a world too cold and loud,
At least the cocoon holds me
At least the cocoon holds me
January 21, 2026 at 1:53 AM
In a world too cold and loud,
At least the cocoon holds me
At least the cocoon holds me
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A poem for #bluemonday
Check in with the people you care about, ask how they are, #asktwice, and listen to their answer
#poetry
#poemoftheday
#ItsOkNotToBeOk
#mentalhealthmatters
Check in with the people you care about, ask how they are, #asktwice, and listen to their answer
#poetry
#poemoftheday
#ItsOkNotToBeOk
#mentalhealthmatters
January 19, 2026 at 7:14 PM
A poem for #bluemonday
Check in with the people you care about, ask how they are, #asktwice, and listen to their answer
#poetry
#poemoftheday
#ItsOkNotToBeOk
#mentalhealthmatters
Check in with the people you care about, ask how they are, #asktwice, and listen to their answer
#poetry
#poemoftheday
#ItsOkNotToBeOk
#mentalhealthmatters
The Beach Boys CD I bought with my best friend
Plays in soft, warm light
As warm as vanilla caramel tea
Or the rooibos chai I bought at the farmer’s market,
The heat of that day unforgiving.
Writing about the night,
How the snow fell while I was falling asleep
And how the cold feels light.
#poetry
Plays in soft, warm light
As warm as vanilla caramel tea
Or the rooibos chai I bought at the farmer’s market,
The heat of that day unforgiving.
Writing about the night,
How the snow fell while I was falling asleep
And how the cold feels light.
#poetry
January 20, 2026 at 6:17 AM
The Beach Boys CD I bought with my best friend
Plays in soft, warm light
As warm as vanilla caramel tea
Or the rooibos chai I bought at the farmer’s market,
The heat of that day unforgiving.
Writing about the night,
How the snow fell while I was falling asleep
And how the cold feels light.
#poetry
Plays in soft, warm light
As warm as vanilla caramel tea
Or the rooibos chai I bought at the farmer’s market,
The heat of that day unforgiving.
Writing about the night,
How the snow fell while I was falling asleep
And how the cold feels light.
#poetry
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Incredibly emotional to hear my poem has been turned into a song of resistance and is being sung in Minneapolis right now. Please do not give up.
January 18, 2026 at 8:44 PM
Incredibly emotional to hear my poem has been turned into a song of resistance and is being sung in Minneapolis right now. Please do not give up.
Trees freckle the hills,
A terrain that I now call my home.
Were the trees carried as seeds
By the wind, scattered in a storm
Or planted by squirrels
Preparing for winter?
Like the trees, I was scattered
To this new terrain by a wind
I couldn’t have predicted
But love with my whole life
#poetry
A terrain that I now call my home.
Were the trees carried as seeds
By the wind, scattered in a storm
Or planted by squirrels
Preparing for winter?
Like the trees, I was scattered
To this new terrain by a wind
I couldn’t have predicted
But love with my whole life
#poetry
January 18, 2026 at 9:05 PM
Trees freckle the hills,
A terrain that I now call my home.
Were the trees carried as seeds
By the wind, scattered in a storm
Or planted by squirrels
Preparing for winter?
Like the trees, I was scattered
To this new terrain by a wind
I couldn’t have predicted
But love with my whole life
#poetry
A terrain that I now call my home.
Were the trees carried as seeds
By the wind, scattered in a storm
Or planted by squirrels
Preparing for winter?
Like the trees, I was scattered
To this new terrain by a wind
I couldn’t have predicted
But love with my whole life
#poetry
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January 16, 2026 at 5:58 PM
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There is a sense of loss right from the beginning of this poem. That hug from an empty shirt.
It also reminds us how small, repetitive acts of mundane service can ground us.
The poem will be waiting when we return to it
#poetry
#poemoftheday
It also reminds us how small, repetitive acts of mundane service can ground us.
The poem will be waiting when we return to it
#poetry
#poemoftheday
January 16, 2026 at 7:32 PM
There is a sense of loss right from the beginning of this poem. That hug from an empty shirt.
It also reminds us how small, repetitive acts of mundane service can ground us.
The poem will be waiting when we return to it
#poetry
#poemoftheday
It also reminds us how small, repetitive acts of mundane service can ground us.
The poem will be waiting when we return to it
#poetry
#poemoftheday
The wind gives you a whirl,
Shudders your windows,
Draws out your ponytail,
Pulls your body in a waltz.
The Earth is begging,
In a whisper, to be heard.
#poetry
Shudders your windows,
Draws out your ponytail,
Pulls your body in a waltz.
The Earth is begging,
In a whisper, to be heard.
#poetry
January 16, 2026 at 1:11 AM
The wind gives you a whirl,
Shudders your windows,
Draws out your ponytail,
Pulls your body in a waltz.
The Earth is begging,
In a whisper, to be heard.
#poetry
Shudders your windows,
Draws out your ponytail,
Pulls your body in a waltz.
The Earth is begging,
In a whisper, to be heard.
#poetry
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When the world is falling apart, write poems. The world is gonna keep ending so there's literally no harm in writing fun little escapes while it does that.
January 15, 2026 at 2:09 AM
When the world is falling apart, write poems. The world is gonna keep ending so there's literally no harm in writing fun little escapes while it does that.
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Some poems don’t whisper, they warn.
The 2nd person address is confrontational but the poet deliberately avoids naming the guilty, meaning 76 years later there is still terrible truth and relevance in this poem.
“Do not feel safe. The poet remembers.”
#poetry
#poemoftheday
The 2nd person address is confrontational but the poet deliberately avoids naming the guilty, meaning 76 years later there is still terrible truth and relevance in this poem.
“Do not feel safe. The poet remembers.”
#poetry
#poemoftheday
January 13, 2026 at 5:46 PM
Some poems don’t whisper, they warn.
The 2nd person address is confrontational but the poet deliberately avoids naming the guilty, meaning 76 years later there is still terrible truth and relevance in this poem.
“Do not feel safe. The poet remembers.”
#poetry
#poemoftheday
The 2nd person address is confrontational but the poet deliberately avoids naming the guilty, meaning 76 years later there is still terrible truth and relevance in this poem.
“Do not feel safe. The poet remembers.”
#poetry
#poemoftheday
The lone goose glides across the pond
Singing a song of searching
And forever receiving only echos
The lone goose is an observer,
An adventurer, a navigator
The lone goose remains in the pond
Silently watching all
#poetry
Singing a song of searching
And forever receiving only echos
The lone goose is an observer,
An adventurer, a navigator
The lone goose remains in the pond
Silently watching all
#poetry
January 11, 2026 at 8:40 PM
The lone goose glides across the pond
Singing a song of searching
And forever receiving only echos
The lone goose is an observer,
An adventurer, a navigator
The lone goose remains in the pond
Silently watching all
#poetry
Singing a song of searching
And forever receiving only echos
The lone goose is an observer,
An adventurer, a navigator
The lone goose remains in the pond
Silently watching all
#poetry
Feeling everything in my body,
My bed hugs me in a gustatory cradle,
My face in a sunset
As fresh poison meets all the sweetness of the Earth.
The light that shines in the eclipse
I am even grateful for
As much as I am grateful for the lack of light.
#poetry
My bed hugs me in a gustatory cradle,
My face in a sunset
As fresh poison meets all the sweetness of the Earth.
The light that shines in the eclipse
I am even grateful for
As much as I am grateful for the lack of light.
#poetry
January 11, 2026 at 7:54 AM
Feeling everything in my body,
My bed hugs me in a gustatory cradle,
My face in a sunset
As fresh poison meets all the sweetness of the Earth.
The light that shines in the eclipse
I am even grateful for
As much as I am grateful for the lack of light.
#poetry
My bed hugs me in a gustatory cradle,
My face in a sunset
As fresh poison meets all the sweetness of the Earth.
The light that shines in the eclipse
I am even grateful for
As much as I am grateful for the lack of light.
#poetry
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Thinking about this poem from Jim Moore today.
January 10, 2026 at 1:17 PM
Thinking about this poem from Jim Moore today.
My camera runs out of film
When I come across the frozen lake
Geese sit in search of food
And two people walk across the bridge
While one bikes.
And while the Earth sleeps in silent stillness
The birds watch over the world
And sing a song of light as the Sun sets
When I come across the frozen lake
Geese sit in search of food
And two people walk across the bridge
While one bikes.
And while the Earth sleeps in silent stillness
The birds watch over the world
And sing a song of light as the Sun sets
January 9, 2026 at 11:44 PM
My camera runs out of film
When I come across the frozen lake
Geese sit in search of food
And two people walk across the bridge
While one bikes.
And while the Earth sleeps in silent stillness
The birds watch over the world
And sing a song of light as the Sun sets
When I come across the frozen lake
Geese sit in search of food
And two people walk across the bridge
While one bikes.
And while the Earth sleeps in silent stillness
The birds watch over the world
And sing a song of light as the Sun sets