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@moomooseum.bsky.social
Biophilia. Born with a deep connection with the moon, forests, the sky, the sea, animalia, fungi, literature, blank pages, holding hands, listening, silence, and curiosity. These are some of the things that have formed my life—what I think and write about.
i am a river
too
a body—
always in a body of water
and as a souvenir
birthed with a brother
one of Planet's great confluences
this tide and seek■
#VSS365
too
a body—
always in a body of water
and as a souvenir
birthed with a brother
one of Planet's great confluences
this tide and seek■
#VSS365
November 30, 2024 at 8:51 AM
i am a river
too
a body—
always in a body of water
and as a souvenir
birthed with a brother
one of Planet's great confluences
this tide and seek■
#VSS365
too
a body—
always in a body of water
and as a souvenir
birthed with a brother
one of Planet's great confluences
this tide and seek■
#VSS365
This is my home
cheered the girl
and with that—
the boy woke up
his mother was calling his name
said breakfast was upon the table
that he was going to be late for school
suddenly—
the boy got back into bed
tried to fall asleep so he could answer the girl who lives in a home inside his head
#VSS365
cheered the girl
and with that—
the boy woke up
his mother was calling his name
said breakfast was upon the table
that he was going to be late for school
suddenly—
the boy got back into bed
tried to fall asleep so he could answer the girl who lives in a home inside his head
#VSS365
November 29, 2024 at 7:22 AM
This is my home
cheered the girl
and with that—
the boy woke up
his mother was calling his name
said breakfast was upon the table
that he was going to be late for school
suddenly—
the boy got back into bed
tried to fall asleep so he could answer the girl who lives in a home inside his head
#VSS365
cheered the girl
and with that—
the boy woke up
his mother was calling his name
said breakfast was upon the table
that he was going to be late for school
suddenly—
the boy got back into bed
tried to fall asleep so he could answer the girl who lives in a home inside his head
#VSS365
you are the woman on the train
day–blue dress
and polkadot clouds
i see them going by
like time
dissappear into the whites of your eye
you are the woman
who will leave the train
wear a night–black dress with rockpool pockets
and i am the man who fill them with stars and vowels■
#VSS365
day–blue dress
and polkadot clouds
i see them going by
like time
dissappear into the whites of your eye
you are the woman
who will leave the train
wear a night–black dress with rockpool pockets
and i am the man who fill them with stars and vowels■
#VSS365
November 28, 2024 at 9:49 AM
you are the woman on the train
day–blue dress
and polkadot clouds
i see them going by
like time
dissappear into the whites of your eye
you are the woman
who will leave the train
wear a night–black dress with rockpool pockets
and i am the man who fill them with stars and vowels■
#VSS365
day–blue dress
and polkadot clouds
i see them going by
like time
dissappear into the whites of your eye
you are the woman
who will leave the train
wear a night–black dress with rockpool pockets
and i am the man who fill them with stars and vowels■
#VSS365
time is the train that does not come back
still—
my mind bends all the clocks
i imagine seeing you for the first time
your smile
how it fills the sky
and then the sky fills my mouth
now—
the train takes you up and over the mountain
how your goodbye mouth closed over me like a snare■
#VSS365
still—
my mind bends all the clocks
i imagine seeing you for the first time
your smile
how it fills the sky
and then the sky fills my mouth
now—
the train takes you up and over the mountain
how your goodbye mouth closed over me like a snare■
#VSS365
November 28, 2024 at 6:46 AM
time is the train that does not come back
still—
my mind bends all the clocks
i imagine seeing you for the first time
your smile
how it fills the sky
and then the sky fills my mouth
now—
the train takes you up and over the mountain
how your goodbye mouth closed over me like a snare■
#VSS365
still—
my mind bends all the clocks
i imagine seeing you for the first time
your smile
how it fills the sky
and then the sky fills my mouth
now—
the train takes you up and over the mountain
how your goodbye mouth closed over me like a snare■
#VSS365
she
came over
said
Hey—i'm Sarah
i leave tonight
after coffee
we went to her hotel
she talked a lot
like a bear
she took such a hold of me
i could barely get my breath
after
she said
I'm going gallivanting in the Rockies
fancy it?
[i fancied it all]
we went up there
got real sick with a love■
came over
said
Hey—i'm Sarah
i leave tonight
after coffee
we went to her hotel
she talked a lot
like a bear
she took such a hold of me
i could barely get my breath
after
she said
I'm going gallivanting in the Rockies
fancy it?
[i fancied it all]
we went up there
got real sick with a love■
July 1, 2024 at 11:09 AM
she
came over
said
Hey—i'm Sarah
i leave tonight
after coffee
we went to her hotel
she talked a lot
like a bear
she took such a hold of me
i could barely get my breath
after
she said
I'm going gallivanting in the Rockies
fancy it?
[i fancied it all]
we went up there
got real sick with a love■
came over
said
Hey—i'm Sarah
i leave tonight
after coffee
we went to her hotel
she talked a lot
like a bear
she took such a hold of me
i could barely get my breath
after
she said
I'm going gallivanting in the Rockies
fancy it?
[i fancied it all]
we went up there
got real sick with a love■
a quiet wilderness
in the solace of the moon's serene gape
sanctuary of my weary soul
alone
but not ever lonely
its gentle radiance ignites the wick of creativity
ideas blossoming
and dreams taking flight
the moon
my final muse
guides me towards the masterpiece of my life
#tinynoveltales
in the solace of the moon's serene gape
sanctuary of my weary soul
alone
but not ever lonely
its gentle radiance ignites the wick of creativity
ideas blossoming
and dreams taking flight
the moon
my final muse
guides me towards the masterpiece of my life
#tinynoveltales
February 8, 2024 at 12:06 AM
a quiet wilderness
in the solace of the moon's serene gape
sanctuary of my weary soul
alone
but not ever lonely
its gentle radiance ignites the wick of creativity
ideas blossoming
and dreams taking flight
the moon
my final muse
guides me towards the masterpiece of my life
#tinynoveltales
in the solace of the moon's serene gape
sanctuary of my weary soul
alone
but not ever lonely
its gentle radiance ignites the wick of creativity
ideas blossoming
and dreams taking flight
the moon
my final muse
guides me towards the masterpiece of my life
#tinynoveltales
he gazed
at her from across the crowded room
—captivated by her ethereal beauty
her name was Moon
a face of occult curves
radiating a mysterious allure
was it that they were meant to be?
what he didn't know
—their fates
already interlaced in a hauntingly twisted way
forever ago
#tinynoveltales
at her from across the crowded room
—captivated by her ethereal beauty
her name was Moon
a face of occult curves
radiating a mysterious allure
was it that they were meant to be?
what he didn't know
—their fates
already interlaced in a hauntingly twisted way
forever ago
#tinynoveltales
February 7, 2024 at 11:42 PM
he gazed
at her from across the crowded room
—captivated by her ethereal beauty
her name was Moon
a face of occult curves
radiating a mysterious allure
was it that they were meant to be?
what he didn't know
—their fates
already interlaced in a hauntingly twisted way
forever ago
#tinynoveltales
at her from across the crowded room
—captivated by her ethereal beauty
her name was Moon
a face of occult curves
radiating a mysterious allure
was it that they were meant to be?
what he didn't know
—their fates
already interlaced in a hauntingly twisted way
forever ago
#tinynoveltales
Dear Tamsin and Steve,
Once more,
Thank you. Your publication is a big part of my Christmas and a new beginning to the new year.
Thank you.
Once more,
Thank you. Your publication is a big part of my Christmas and a new beginning to the new year.
Thank you.
In our last Episode of 2023, we talk to the brilliant @LexiIsAWriter and dig up fossilised stories from @moomooseum.bsky.social, @gracierose36, @jaimemunn.bsky.social, Tim J Moerman, and @anna-orridge.bsky.social
Go on, treat yourself to a Christmas read that barely mentions the Festive season.
Go on, treat yourself to a Christmas read that barely mentions the Festive season.
“It's a beauty, isn't it? An itchin, oochin, urchin! Fossilized. Millions of years. Just think of the Mythic Ink, trapped inside, waiting to be tapped! We must smash it, squash it, squeeze it!”
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December 24, 2023 at 5:35 PM
Dear Tamsin and Steve,
Once more,
Thank you. Your publication is a big part of my Christmas and a new beginning to the new year.
Thank you.
Once more,
Thank you. Your publication is a big part of my Christmas and a new beginning to the new year.
Thank you.
IRKSOME by Alloy Steele (aged 5)
the girl said to the boy
Imagine
a bird in a cage
a sky without Moon
a mirror without a smile
a rockpool without imagination
a lip without a kiss
a tree without an apple fruit
a hand without a valley
a flame with a moth
me without you
irksome!
said the boy
#VSS365
the girl said to the boy
Imagine
a bird in a cage
a sky without Moon
a mirror without a smile
a rockpool without imagination
a lip without a kiss
a tree without an apple fruit
a hand without a valley
a flame with a moth
me without you
irksome!
said the boy
#VSS365
December 5, 2023 at 11:05 AM
IRKSOME by Alloy Steele (aged 5)
the girl said to the boy
Imagine
a bird in a cage
a sky without Moon
a mirror without a smile
a rockpool without imagination
a lip without a kiss
a tree without an apple fruit
a hand without a valley
a flame with a moth
me without you
irksome!
said the boy
#VSS365
the girl said to the boy
Imagine
a bird in a cage
a sky without Moon
a mirror without a smile
a rockpool without imagination
a lip without a kiss
a tree without an apple fruit
a hand without a valley
a flame with a moth
me without you
irksome!
said the boy
#VSS365
December 4, 2023 at 6:58 PM