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Writer • Poetry • Prose • For the thoughts breathing softly between • An open journal of creative writings
July 16, 2025 at 2:31 AM
June 16, 2025 at 4:00 AM
At first, the idea was
to write about the sensation
of losing confidence;
mouths filled
with too much cotton
swabbing syllables clean
of all meaning and clarity
but then another thought
ambled in, rustling willows:
Seashells —
#Speakers of the sea
Absent tongues
And the superfluity
Of words
#vss365
June 8, 2025 at 2:30 AM
At the wishing well
A coin gleams into the deep
Silver #anglerfish

#vss365
#haiku
#poetry
May 20, 2025 at 3:03 AM
May 17, 2025 at 2:00 PM
The #plan wasn’t to be
In a daze
Spellbound by the
Sublime way
The sun drapes its warmth;
Diaphanous veil
Brushing soft the palms
That rustle and sway
In their own dreamlike state
Nestling the wind’s sighs
But perhaps it’s okay
To sit here —
Allow myself a moment
To just breathe and observe
#vss365
April 23, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Don’t look at me
with such cold
Judging pity;
Do you think I want
to be this way?
Even if you ask me
when it all started;
Excising trauma
From the wounds
of bygone days,
All I can tell you is that
I’m still purging
the sillage of violence
& its susurrations
From the #slipstream
Of my veins #vss365
February 17, 2025 at 2:36 AM
We never could fix that pipe at the side of the house. Didn’t matter how many times dad tightened it. Eventually, it always slipped loose. As if it liked making that drip, drip sound in the bucket. But now that winter’s here, the water hangs frozen. Like sad, cragged fangs made of #ice.
#vss365
January 14, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Melancholy #propagated
In salted rivulets
The color of rain
Streaming his cheeks
Against the memories
Constricting his throat
Images that won’t budge
No matter how hard
He tears and pulls
Leaving residue
Beneath his nails
Ink and tears
Scalding
Reopened scars
#vss365
December 13, 2024 at 2:00 AM
#Latent mysteries
Scatter the shore;
A broken knife
The face of a white mug
Cracked handle
A final taste of coffee
Filled with sand
Burning lips
Footprints that have faded
Beyond the deep blue;
Voices soaked
Within broken shells
Where echoes
Of forgotten conversations
Meet the sea
#vss365
December 11, 2024 at 2:01 AM
“That thing in A Bug’s Life is a tardigrade, right?”
“A tardigrade?”
“I learned about it in school today. They’re real tiny lifeforms that look like a manatee.”
“Isn’t he a caterpillar?”
“Looks like a #tardigrade to me.”
“That looks like a sea cow to you? Dad’s right. You do need glasses.”
#vss365
December 2, 2024 at 2:00 PM