“Another week survived is another week won.”

I love Charlotte.

she said name the four chambers of your heart: oh, my labored faithlessly helpless heart— what names can it bear? fear & loathing Believes In Dragons distillations leaf of common sage under my ribs love is cumbrous, unbreakable momentum vows a burden routinely cherished, too heavy to set down.

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜 feel free to participate by posting small poems you wrote, +/or small poems you love by somebody else :) here’s one by the brilliant @bartonsmock.bsky.social~

One from me and a favorite from Jane Hirshfield. Happy #smallpoemsunday.

For #smallpoemsunday Name the four chambers of your heart: Meridian Sweet briar Claustrophobia Silk

Border Patrol agents have arrived in Charlotte. We'll share a few resources in this thread for those looking to document and protest this agency's reckless deployment in our neighbors' streets. 🧵 www.charlotteobserver.com/news/local/a...

Gotta take a break from social media, folks ICE is in Charlotte Tossing teens into vehicles who are legitimately working in an international food market They invaded a church this morning Even tho I avoid the news, I'm truly overwhelmed from reports of these horrors right in my neighborhood 😱 😭 😡

Hey Charlotte, NC, regional area. ICE is here and looking to rumble. Do Not give them a reason. Stay safe, protect your communities, and film everything! We will not be intimidated into silence.

During the Revolutionary War, Charlotte became known as a "Hornets' nest of rebellion" for resisting British General Cornwallis' attempts to occupy the city, forcing him to retreat. The NBA's Charlotte Hornets get their nickname from our history. I hope we live up to it against ICE/CBP. #CLT #ncpol

Border Patrol protest today in Charlotte, NC. 11/15

🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔 Bells of the Night' by Carlos Schwabe, 1891

When it’s cold outside. Art by Chris Dunn

Goodnight. 🖼️ Moon Meadow, Josie Wren.

'Yes, the fairies still abide here.' - L.M. Montgomery 🎨Anna Billing #BookWormSat

into the dusk sky all the finches of the field leaving us behind

Bill Bryson: ‘Ever since I was a little boy, I have pretended to be able to vaporise people I don’t like’

When dust looks at you. As a glass painter I work with dust, which I fire in my kiln. Sometimes I surprise myself, as today, from the intensity of the Green Man’s gaze.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience." - Ralph Waldo Emerson Old Botanical Garden, Max Beckmann, 1905.

'It lived down there in the deep green hollow, My own old home, and the fairies say The word of a bird is a thing to follow, So I was away a night and a day.' -The Changeling, Charlotte Mew. @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat! 🎨Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

Morning. 🖼️ Julia Crossland

From grateful.org

in the far of the field unbounded by fence chain an old, forlorn oak tree wears its crows like black pearls

a few flakes shaken out of a salt cellar sky, a little seasoning for the pavement —M. Kei #TankaThursday cellar #TankaPoem #5lines #micropoetry

Toad found a lantern in the attic. “Frog will see this light. I will show him the way out of the woods,” said Toad.

🖼️ Emily Robertson

'#Autumn light' by contemporary painter Susan Entwistle #WomensArt

watching the moonrise fox strolls the evening path golden eyed glow #dailyhaikuprompt winter moon

she is undone unabashed in her glory winter full moon #dailyhaikuprompt winter moon

crystal and silver the look in her eyes cold moon of winter #dailyhaikuprompt winter moon

waxing to waning our nights rising and setting winter full moon #dailyhaikuprompt winter moon

winter moon putting the sleigh before the reindeer #DailyHaikuPrompt

Black paper night time, Winter moon shining, Bright icicle stars. #dailyhaikuprompt winter moon

and yet… still apple-cheeked winter moon #DailyHaikuPrompt (winter moon) #haiku

🍃 🍂 november - month of the magic windows 🍂 🍃

▫️ curb stones after the rain ▫️

A field guide to dreaming Close your eyes when you’re sitting or lying down Then, wrap your arms around yourself This warms your heart & your chest & opens you to thoughts that belong to others, your fathers & mothers, the sources of all your dreams Breathe them in

The Owl who was afraid of the Dark' ,illustrated by Nika Goltz, ( 1925 - 2012).

Good evening Bluesky.

I go where the fight is. From my days as an Army Ranger to my service in Congress. Now, the fight is to defend Colorado and stand up to Donald Trump. Read more about it in David Ignatius’: “Rising House Democrat Jason Crow is a voice for the angry middle” Full profile here: wapo.st/48a09tY

Psalm 96 A November day tiny sparrows fill the trees singing songs of praise and adoration.

Lethargy has descended An old dog whose wag is slow as his walk Spills onto sun warmed carpet Stretching his bones Into an arched harbor Of love and age.

an excited call the delight of first snow man becomes a boy #dailyhaikuprompt first snow

our breath mingling creating tiny snowflakes in the north wind #dailyhaikuprompt first snow

almost invisible falling snow rising heron #dailyhaikuprompt first snow

If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.” ✏️

Art by Inga Moore