Jesse Lucas
@jesselucas13.bsky.social
Quiet critter with resting mad-about-things face. Blacksmith, transman, animist, musical oaf, metaphysical rambler, writer 🪶🐾🏳️⚧️🌀🌲🌳
I will not be going into a women's restroom. Not in a box or with a fox or kicking and screaming and in handcuffs. I'll bite the throats of authority out first.
May 8, 2025 at 9:54 PM
I will not be going into a women's restroom. Not in a box or with a fox or kicking and screaming and in handcuffs. I'll bite the throats of authority out first.
Dropped off an order yesterday. So thankful for my customers ❤️ If you want to join the effort to bring more custom forgings into everyday life, here's my commission request form:
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February 28, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Dropped off an order yesterday. So thankful for my customers ❤️ If you want to join the effort to bring more custom forgings into everyday life, here's my commission request form:
forms.gle/j4Rry4EnKot8...
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"Winter's First Days"
Kestrel slate blue sky
Soft, low, barely there
The evergreen pulls inward
Swollen with rain
The river rises
High gargling
Full in the back of a frog’s mouth
Next summer’s bright children
In hiding
In waiting
Beneath murk and mire
#poetry
Kestrel slate blue sky
Soft, low, barely there
The evergreen pulls inward
Swollen with rain
The river rises
High gargling
Full in the back of a frog’s mouth
Next summer’s bright children
In hiding
In waiting
Beneath murk and mire
#poetry
February 22, 2025 at 12:16 AM
"Winter's First Days"
Kestrel slate blue sky
Soft, low, barely there
The evergreen pulls inward
Swollen with rain
The river rises
High gargling
Full in the back of a frog’s mouth
Next summer’s bright children
In hiding
In waiting
Beneath murk and mire
#poetry
Kestrel slate blue sky
Soft, low, barely there
The evergreen pulls inward
Swollen with rain
The river rises
High gargling
Full in the back of a frog’s mouth
Next summer’s bright children
In hiding
In waiting
Beneath murk and mire
#poetry
"Too Important"
At the right distance
Some tree branches’
Linear progress through the sky
Looks to be made of shuddering
Like the handwriting of an elder
Whose joints are failing them
Some things are too important
To say or to be
For the spirit to reserve it
For a time when it is easy
#poetry
At the right distance
Some tree branches’
Linear progress through the sky
Looks to be made of shuddering
Like the handwriting of an elder
Whose joints are failing them
Some things are too important
To say or to be
For the spirit to reserve it
For a time when it is easy
#poetry
February 19, 2025 at 6:32 PM
"Too Important"
At the right distance
Some tree branches’
Linear progress through the sky
Looks to be made of shuddering
Like the handwriting of an elder
Whose joints are failing them
Some things are too important
To say or to be
For the spirit to reserve it
For a time when it is easy
#poetry
At the right distance
Some tree branches’
Linear progress through the sky
Looks to be made of shuddering
Like the handwriting of an elder
Whose joints are failing them
Some things are too important
To say or to be
For the spirit to reserve it
For a time when it is easy
#poetry