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David Wiggins

David Wiggins is an English moral philosopher, metaphysician, and philosophical logician working especially on identity and issues in meta-ethics.

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wordingway.bsky.social
all i can think of are the songs from HHG2 Radio Series… none of which would be helpful. soooo break a leg!
wordingway.bsky.social
Tom Petty 🙌

first song that came to mind for me that defines my current, steady & immovable pulse

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wordingway.bsky.social
👣⛰️ ✨👏👏👏

∴ blodroot & brume fade
wilde breath doth settle on ston
spiritfyres waken soules ∴
wordingway.bsky.social
i’m down with nearly anyone’s interpretation of my words, as long as they aren’t twisted to hurt themselves or others. therein lies the beauty of our messy, short moment on earth. ✌️ 🙏
wordingway.bsky.social
each syllable’s breath holds both my chaos and, at times, a bit of balance and clarity. this poem is about my experiences and emotions, and how, under the full moon’s witness, i gathered fragments and shaped them into form 🧵⬇️
wordingway.bsky.social
these poems are my personal and cultural language, vessels of memory, belief, and identity… i often choose haiku-like forms to help me shape the overflow of thought with some self-care 🧵⬇️

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jason-h-abbott.bsky.social
The child narrows her gaze at the silver robot girl. “You’re not Jo.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Jo is a three-meter-tall war-bot!”

“My full body prosthesis is getting serviced. I’m in a loaner.”

“You’re, a girl?”

“A woman, a cyborg. Today, can I just be a kid?”

#vss #sff

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jangoeswriting.bsky.social
Dylan inspected the wreckage, his anger rising from every little thing he saw. Twisted metal, burnt plastic, the acrid smell irritating his nose, #ash that was once human.

He’d had enough of these fools and their petty grievances. Storming back to barracks, he shot the culprit in the leg.

#vss365

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fizzytwizler.bsky.social
Misty haze floats across
My brown eyes to black
A flurry of melancholy
Begun as a pleasant reverie
Then the dark shadows
Crept way on in

Sun kissed days
Picnic baskets
Strawberries and cream
All crushed to #ash
All berries now taste sour
No longer are you mine

#vss365

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sunblissful.bsky.social
Mozart
book
in awe

of a vampire

#Poetry

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sheilabduncan.bsky.social
#vss365

garbage garage band
cymbal of recyclables
clash of the pie tins

#clash

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standingmountain.bsky.social
Whose sky is this,
in silver hush and nameless sway?
I am the sigh the mountain keeps,
the pulse, the air that stirs when silence sleeps..

No border knows my open claim,
no hand can grasp or gift my name.
I am the endless, unspoken flow,
the space where all beginnings go.
Then I’ll breathe where your words fade—
wordingway.bsky.social
ha! my mom used to say she was a witch and going “home” whenever we visited Salem, MA, but we kids knew she was really from NYC 🙃
a painting of a witch flying in the sky
ALT: a painting of a witch flying in the sky
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wordingway.bsky.social
happy it strikes you so ✨🍃 i love that it sparks a sense of wild energy… whatever each reader sees there becomes part of the magic 🌕✨

what do you read? 🤩

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jennfel.bsky.social
early morning
at the bird feeder — a clash
of hungry beaks
#vss365 #haiku

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emmawulfe.bsky.social
#clash
  the sound as a C,
salt in your mouth
   waves sinking waves
eyes inside we
   stars sinking stars
  mouth sinking mouth-
feeding
darkness fizzes
  thunder tecton
         ic
fingers fingers
a wash a lash
 skin is a sigh
  soft cl-ose
    a
    shhhh

#vss365
wordingway.bsky.social
∴ boar-gods brew'ng
butter'd beere bubbl'd—huzzah
howlkin bow to none
·
bracken-born þe tune
wildlings clash on barrel'd hides
heeds plenilune
·
fogdew glimm'rs, gleams
fang & paw drink her relic
nighte's feast fed full ∴

#vss365 #haikufeels #fullmoon #poemspell #huntermoon

🗣️🗝️
þ “th” as in this

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pippilngstkg.bsky.social
moonlight finds us

her face
ancient & scarred

no veiled peaking

revealed in full
a glowing bride
greets the night

her radiance
a repository —
of cosmic wisdom

story-weaver
of magic

the silent catalyst
casts her spell

till we’re a whirling
dervish
whistles at our lips
& bells on our toes
10/6 the harvest super moon glowing in the night sky. this with help of a cellphone-

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hermiteveryday.bsky.social
You are a brass band among the saucepans, a clash and cymbal, a flurry of flour and a dropped spoon. We grant you access to the kitchen and step back. You cook in flavours that make us swoon. Afterwards we quietly go and shut all the draws, putting the silence back.

#vssdaily grant
#vss365 clash

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ravenbranhard.bsky.social
her sweet candy lips
liquorish red
purple grin
she moves like sin
bossa nova dreams

#Art #Photography Elizabeth Devine
@eadevi.bsky.social

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