young mare in moon grass steps beyond the broken fence as if born for more #haiku

black hawthorn the only thing to fear is fear myself the worn path veers into a wild wood #NaTankaMo

seven deadly sins? withered, ruined, and shameful with the serpent's bite #dailyhaikuprompt #poisonpen #haiku #senryu #poetry #writing

Yf *The Odyssey* ys successful will thei make a prequel? How wolde thei come up wyth the storye?

all‑seeing streetlights silhouettes we forge, forget and notice no more #haikufeels #prompt #notice

#haikufeels notice who’s talking now notice who’s listening when you are alone

#haikufeels busy buzzy bee do roses taste sweeter or is it just a job

Thus, needlesse to saye Ich am oddes and endes Yet Ich wil be trudginge awaye Slowlye learninge that lyfe ys okaye Saye aftir me: "It nys no bettir to be safe than sorrye." Take on me Take me on Ich wil wende forth Yn a daye or two.

but see but tiny birds say but see this abundance they called joy at dawn will call love by dusk #TankaThursday (abundance)

as we part jackdaws announcing the end of a world #DailyHaikuPrompt (evening)

Worrye not about 'being productive,' for thou art not a product. Thou art a star daunsinge yn a hopeful skye. A signal blinking across centuryes and worldes. Thou art a song performid just once and perfectlye.

plum blossom drifting on the breeze between years #DailyHaikuPrompt (plum)

cedar stump— a slug polishing the century’s edge #haiku #poetry

Ich see trees of grene Redde roses too Ich see them bloome For me and you And Ich thynke to myselfe What a wondirful worlde Ich see welkin blue And cloudes of whyte The brighte blessid daye The darke sacred nighte And Ich thynke to myselfe What a wondirful worlde www.nasa.gov/image-articl...

What a fucking shot holy shit

the river kept going under the bridge under the word under the news under the long sentence we were learning to say it did not divide it only moved #Poetry

Wind bleaches branches brighter than bone. They rattle, reaching for the sky. #haiku #haikufeels

terraforming glitch each night this undead planet whispers in darkness crazed hiss like secrets our desires, greed and hubris bloodiest curses we rise as ghosts can't believe in ourselves or this next world #ScifaikuSaturday (glitch) #inkMine (craze) #vss365 (bloody)

blank notebook secrets I've never told myself #DailyHaikuPrompt (note)

last quarter moon if not for this windsong I'd forget you #DailyHaikuPrompt (moon)

CHECKPOINT — choosing stillness I #halt mid-stride now, let impatience pass ahead— wisdom waves me on. #haikufeels #haiku

I’ll take a cup of madness with a side of scraggly tree #haikufeels

Grey mist hides the hills Seconds stretch into hours Cold tea on the sill #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity #haikufeels #haiku pause

marks on still water amber ink upon the reeds words inhale sunset #DailyHaikuPrompt #sunset #haiku #blueskypoets

#haikufeels east wind slants spring rain as work in the rice paddies bends the young like age

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Sesame Street is now offering tips for parents on post-trauma comfort because the federal government is physically and mentally abusing our country's children.

"The murder of Alex Jeffrey Pretti was not a mistake, or a tragedy, or a misunderstanding. It was a choice. The president and his regime saw what its masked agents had done to Renee Good and decided to do more of it, at a larger scale. Killing Alex Pretti was the Trump administration’s policy." 👇

"Be grateful to the people of Minneapolis.…Every single person who steps out their front door in Minneapolis to observe, document, & protest the actions of our government is taking their lives in their hands. These men and women are the kind of patriots you would have seen at Lexington & Concord." 👇

An interesting read at the minute. scholars.org/contribution...

This is the most astonishing graph of what the Trump regime has done to US science. They have destroyed the federal science workforce across the board. The negative impacts on Americans will be felt for generations, and the US might never be the same again. www.nature.com/immersive/d4...

After Bob Weir died I heard the crickets playing long into the night #haiku #senryu #poetry

starlings electric whistle cold weather forecast chance of snow elsewhere #DailyHaikuPrompt (snow) #ThingsToWriteAbout (whistle)

Córy Doctorow with another verbal bullseye: pluralistic.net/2026/01/13/n...

Photo by Pierre Lavie. Yes this is me. And I threw my Leica. It landed on the bass plate with hardly a scratch. Another Photographer grabbed it along with my phone and I was able to track him later. I was held face down tear gas deployed right in front of me and pepper sprayed directly into the eye.

when you are petting a cat and the purr descends in register from “love it” to the louder slower “oh hell yes now that’s the stuff” purr, that is a blessing in this world

And you may saye to yourselfe These are not my lone and level sandes And you may saye to yourselfe These are not my vast and trunklesse legges of stone

冬空も 年を曇りで 切り裂かぬ Fuyuzora mo Toshi wo kumori de Kirisakanu Neither does the winter sky Cut apart the year With clouds #Haiku #Poetry #俳句 #詩 #DailyHaikuPrompt : clear sky #Haikufeels : #year

#haikufeels bare trees line the creek lone farm sleeps in the vast field so white, this new year

after the last page— the light reminds me to rest #haiku #haikupoem #prompt #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #haikufeels (year) #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter

staring, still moon in a clear sky this old year #DailyHaikuPrompt #HaikuFeels #haiku #poetry #WolfMoon

oh north wind a hedgerow robin sings cold rhymes #DailyHaikuPrompt (hay) (hay is a longago word for hedge, apparently)

It used to be that the United States would use Voice of America and Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty to transmit truth across the borders of repressive regimes. Now the work of American reporters, having been censored, is being smuggled across the border to reach Americans.

The shorteste daye The longest nighte Welcome, sun Welcome, lighte

The 1997 film Wag the Dog is 100% timely right now. Strong recommend.

Fink of woodlice, Beach Crow tells me. Curled up beneath old leaves. They celebrate midwinter wiv Queen Deepdream Chigglepea. Who doesn't bring 'em presents, but ancestral memories. Of sweet drifty weightlessness far under long lost seas. #whistpr 2/10

old winter coat the ghost of Christmas past in its pocket #DailyHaikuPrompt (winter)