#vss365 I fled my home. We were a handful of lone peaks with no notion of family and no way to bridge the discord between us. Among the lower boughs of a tree, I found a flutter of sparrows. I nested there. The #mother fed me, kept me warm, and spoke to me of the wind and wet earth.

there’s something about the civil wars…they’ve actually inspired me to write lyrics for a couple songs. too bad I know nothing about writing music.

not much writing currently—life is a little crazy—but I’ve been reading, so I made some bookmarks: #amreading #bookmarks

#短歌 #tanka #poem spring nightfall she chases all the ghosts out of the graveyard until she is alone with the moon

adjusting the aperture hazel eye distant ocean a sculpted wave drowning the night electric ecstatic intent tsunami of love #vss365 #micropoetry

social media manipulation an ouroboros #micropoetry #poetry

My garden. Peony. First bloom. Rainy morning in PDX. 💛🤍 #PNW #Photography #Flowers #Gardens #Peonies

#UnJourUnePhoto #augustobm 04 Mai d... comme dessin Augusto BM, artiste Brésilien.

sunday lounge aroma of jazz black coffee #haiku #micropoetry

she thought he was angry roaring like a lion prowling around—a fiery beast teeth like spears and arrows seeking her flesh unknown crimes she was wrong she’s no longer afraid #vss365 #micropoetry

The night recites sad poems from memory her voice deep and husky and full of longing. #micropoetry #5lines #poetry

you chased me down again and again refused to speak refused to release me is this love? is this hate? what is this dichotomous union #vss365 #micropoetry #poetry

Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. — Octavio Paz #ImageAndVerse #EastCoastKin #ECK #Stunday #NationalPoetryMonth

unable to find its hill an ant carries its shadow into a fallen white flower and lays it down to sleep #poem

#emoetry #bravewrite #vss365 #wildwalkprompt

#FlowerReport #BloomScrolling #EastCoastKin #photography

it is at the edge of the petal that love waits - william carlos williams

a fragile bird still holding on my sweet mama #micropoetry #poetry

she lost all his letters. a long correspondence. aubergine ink. ivory parchment. looping script reminiscent of renaissance writings. a fertile conversation. philosophical play. now sadly inaccessible. #vss365 #wildwalkprompt #emoetry #bravewrite

a sea shell ringed in puce whispered an ancient tale: the agony of the mermaid who lost her lover. her tears hardened on the ocean floor, the blue-green of her eyes. her captain, wandering the bank of the sea, found & pocketed her crystalline tears. #wildwalkprompt #bravewrite #emoetry #vss365

Closeup of our Earth & Moon !

she rises on the helix of eternity a haunting melody of the crane* echoing on the duduk a reed of apricot wood not threatened by foes hands of longing and love *krunk in armenian #bravewrite #wildwalkprompt #vssdaily #emoetry #vss365 #micropoetry

look what hamlet made me do: shakespeare led to astronomy. astronomy led to mythology. mythology led to greek poetry. greek poetry led to the hero’s journey. #currentlyreading #bookshelf

Sly illusive orb Peeking between slats of cloud Wrapped in moon's attire #vss365 #inkMine #vssdaily #haiku

Come— Away with me Said the #sprite In tongues that birds Could never repeat It's not hard To loosen the thread Of unsaid things & quiet longing Follow— Be with me Lay down your name & trust the roots Will wind with mine Stay— Far enough to forever Past the edge Of lantern light #vss365

a rustle of leaves she sees a hummingbird (not a rat) a conductor in its wings flitting and beating to unheard music a trumpet honeysuckle moldable to its sway #bravewrite #vssdaily #vss365 #emoetry #wildwalkprompt #micropoetry

some days you’re the moth some days you’re the flame #micropoetry #poetry

Wy’east (Mt. Hood) at sunrise March 18. This one’s for my sister Sue on her birthday. RIP sweet girl. 🌷🧡🌷

#SatSplat He found a melody inked on the small of her back, and strummed its notes. She stirred, but the song that escaped her lips was more like the moans of winter wood than music, her words, petals of morning flowers, while naked pages fell all about them, like unwritten poetry.

#vss365 short attention span love life spun out of control revolving adore #revolve

light pierced the slat in her mind. overgrown with orphic thoughts trailing down her spine. electric or illusive she ignored the time. #vssdaily #wildwalkprompt #bravewrite #vss365 #emoetry

How many times have I scribbled night into being when I write of pale stars speeding alone in the dark. #5lines #micropoetry #poetry #writemap 460

petals of her face fluttered to ground daughter of the wind a red anemone fascinating in beauty plus hopelessness an eventual irenic awakening #wildwalkprompt #vss365 #vssdaily #emoetry #bravewrite #micropoetry 📷 unsplash | vasilis caravitis

paper wings there was no saving you #ImageAndVerse #EastCoastKin #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku

The sky grays then blackens with menace I should quaver in fear instead I draw and exhilarated breath. #micropoetry #5lines #poetry

flesh + blood adorn the soul mediate worlds #vss365 #micropoetry

is this life a maze or a labyrinth? chaos or order. endless twists & turns around corners. an invisible cord, a pulling gravity. what will we find? an overworked topiary—a monstrous minotaur? a golden egg at path’s center? paradox of life. #vssdaily #vss365 #emoetry #bravewrite #wildwalkprompt

she scatters rosemary on the floor nostalgia fills the air cerulean waters, dew mediterranean sea precious days antiquity can she convert them to ink? #wildwalkprompt #emoetry #vss365 #vssdaily #bravewrite #micropoetry

when it comes to chess she might risk a knight, lose it all. o but backgammon. she learned at her parents’ knee. a bonny, handmade board from the old country, walnut with a mother of pearl mosaic inlay. six and four. she shuts the door. #vss365 #backgammon

missiles in the sky children die #micropoetry

she picks up a fountain pen. a metal glint. santorini ink. an evergreen page. words skate the surface. tiny looping print. splendorous. a sensory feast. #vss365 #micropoetry

she set out on quest of her own, leaving the knights & knaves behind. how would her journey end? she did not yet know. fixing her eyes on the holy grail, she packed her bag and flew to that yonder land of castles and brie. #vss365 #vss

#tanka #5lines #poem out of ammo we throw bad poems at the enemy until they surrender or reply in verse

she is the girl #obsessed with death sleeps in a bed of dark flowers leather petals brush against her pale limbs a bloodless moon watches over her empty tomb ravens swirl like unremembered moments of a dead star and no hands can stop the mad spinning of the earth #vss365