Another #FragmentsFriday! ‘The Crocuses Erupt’ in 18 words. Thanks @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social !

For this week’s #FragmentsFriday, ‘Consuming Another Day’s News’ Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social with @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #Poetry #Micropoetry #News

For this week’s #FragmentsFriday, Humanity, It Seems Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social with @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for another stellar poetry outlet! Have a great day everyone! #Poetry #Micropoetry

For this week’s #FragmentsFriday, The Schoolgirls of Minab Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social with @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for another stellar poetry outlet. Have a great day everyone! #Poetry #Micropoetry #Antiwar #BlueSky #BlueSkyPoetry

I forgot to post here yesterday for #FragmentsFriday! Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social Inspired by the worst blizzard in Rhode Island history and all the other storms we live with.

Thrilled to be selected along with Dorian Nightingale among so many incredible poems for this week’s #FragmmentsFriday! Thanks @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social

Joint winners of #fragmentsfriday Andy Perrin @andyperrincycling.bsky.social Dorian Nightingale Another week and a high bar maintained! 🏆 🏆 #poetry #micropoetry They follow @helenlaycock.bsky.social @jidebadmus.bsky.social & @hool415.bsky.social

A new #MicroPoem for #FragmentsFriday! Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social with @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social Have a great Friday everyone!

Winter and winter and winter, for how long another winter? Andy Perrin, 2026

amidst winter in minuscule moments I see everything #vss365 #miniscule

February storm touching the falling sky in cold shivers #vss365 #touch

the ache of each regret in a poem #vss365 #ache

pale blue morning wondering if herons call it solitude #vss365 #pale

snowfall recirculating the blood of earth #vss365 #blood

One day in August I’ll reach back longingly to the anvil cold and lambent moonlight on deep February snow but today, I do wish for the sultry sweet subtle scents of summer. #vss365 #lambent

starkest winter bettering the ghost stories of summer #vss365 #ghost

winter thrummed is thrumming will thrum thrum thrum until it snows and reds are more red #vss365 #thrum

winter is drawn obfuscating our days in dreamscapes #vss365 #obfuscate

The old oaks quivered in the nor’easter’s wailing. Bits fell in the scrum, but quiet returned in stillness and the roots, deep roots, held fast during the storm. #vss365 #quiver

on the cusp reading the chapter on fascism again #vss365 #cusp

Twas a minute past seven, I was already late, my bicycle didn’t mind. My gears were grinding, the slightest drizzle glazed oaks and roads. Some days I ride the same stretches my dad rode, wondering where he stopped to notice these small things. #vss365 #drizzle #FromOneLine

winter blues drifting aimlessly in cold unmoored politics #vss365 #unmoor

white pine boughs a country bends before she breaks #vss365 #bend

looming gloom the warped weft of this American fabric #vss365 #loom

fragile America veering so far from moral standing #vss365 #veer

winter murmurs across Wickford Harbor coldest along the edges where ice settles slow water a few hearty ducks do not seem to notice time no more masts, just light at play on the wind ruffles the sun rises over the maple but will shift a bit left tomorrow #vss365 #murmur

winter dapples too flakes through still oaks wolf moon shadows slightly warmer southern breezes perfect coffees laughter smiles wood stove heat soup and crunchy bread earlier sunrises later sunsets all dapples on the winter sledge #vss365 #dapple

The unforgiving sear of goodness on the soul makes existence much more burdensome now, but for those unweighted, an inferno of indulgences. #vss365 #sear

solitary tree heartfelt appreciation for existence #vss365 #heartfelt

cold icy months a little nation that could all wonky now #vss365 #wonky

city on a hill stooping to the failures of the worst of them #vss365 #stoop

some slapdash days swiping and scrolling as the world slowly spins #vss365 #slapdash

I wish the worst humanity could be was just dash of kooky, a man with a briefcase skipping down a sidewalk and not in the utter destruction of the other members of our big family. murders on the evening news wars of nations versus nations #vss365 #kooky

in America unmissable delusions of grandeur #vss365 #unmissable

silhouettes of snow delivery of a poem before paper #vss365 #delivery

Adorned in nascent flurried light winter’s husk seems at life again. #vss365 #adorn

wolf moon cold a symphony of silence shadow and light #vss365 #symphony

Along the stretch of wolf moon shadows I was spooked by a deer and she spooked by me a brief moment of pause but really nothing to fuss we each turned aside to continue on our way. #vss365 #spooked

oddballs make the world go around #vss365 #oddball

I’m clueless about most things but I’m confident I know nothing of any real value. #vss365 #clueless

then one day you will decide not to turn the Christmas lights on again as the abstraction of winter begins to steadily take hold #vss365 #abstraction

dawn of a year delighting in the weight of snow #vss365 #delight

winter dreams are simpler still a few flakes will suffice #vss365 #dream

I teach world history yet have not travelled this world have not crossed oceans nor borders recognized or not have not stood where they stood doing a notable thing have not seen their memorials to their own greatness perhaps one day perhaps not #vss365 #travel

a sole commonality a sole word becomes a sole to earth #vss365 #sole

Some humans will go to great lengths only to get to Mars, while others go to greater lengths for a meal and a hope. #vss365 #Mars

in December air chipping cedar wax wings warming stillness #vss365 #air

I struggle too, to keep the houseplants alive. #vss365 #struggle

faces in smartphones struggling to sit silent in the late oak fall #vss365 #struggle

Hey Alexa? How long can a poem survive? It appears a poem can survive for as long as it is being read. But, Alexa? What happens to an unread poem? It appears an unread poem is simply an egret, alone and still, seeking nourishment to sustain her. #vss365 #survive