The bittersweet true story of the real-life peaceful bull who inspired one of the most beloved, most profound children's books of all time www.themarginalian.org/2022/07/09/f...

White-breasted Nuthatch fledglings informing Dad (on left) that they are quite hungry!

[they told her to be small, so] she magicked the moon into the milk she takes with her tea wisped into a peckish wind and swallowed a tasty sea borrowed all the greening leaves from every rooted tree murdered all the chiming clocks and finally set us free #poetry

Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Ever drifting down the stream — Lingering in the golden gleam — Life, what is it but a dream? 👑💕 #poem excerpt: Lewis Carroll #art Cheong-ah Hwang #resist

盗人に取り残されし窓の月ぬすっとに　とりのこされし　まどのつき nusutto ni torinokosareshi mado no tsuki The thief left it behind: the moon at my window. 🌙 #poem Ryōkan Taigu Translation: Stephen Miller #haiku #micropoem #art James Lennie #resist

We broke the world to make it whole...

Tea Party “Today’s peach boasts rare fuzz,” said Ray. Bird added, “My mind is whale.” “The sky, it must be adhesive,” said Mia, “elsewise the pelicans would fall—” Way, floating, looked her cool in her eye: “Feel my faulty heart: it’s full.” #poem excerpt: Joanie Mackowski #art Jenn

The heart shifts shape of its own accord— from pinwheel to budded branch. Or the heart gets up, walks through a door into a roomful of orchids does what it wants, takes what it needs, eats when it's hungry, sleeps when the soul shuts down. #poem excerpt: Dorianne Laux #art John Powell #resist

phoenix tree royal poinciana I recite your names while apple blossoms fall snowsoft where I want to be #tanka

#art Vicki Lea Eggen (detail) #haiku #micropoem Happy Birthday! @haveahaiku.bsky.social

building a bridge between snow-covered mountains white egrets 🏔🏔🏔 #poem Matsuo Basho Translation: Jane Reichhold #haiku #micropoem #art Egrets: Ohara Koson #resist

The drunk bees on their pub-crawl of flowers. #poetryiseverywhere

People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.

only eyes climb this forest

Peace fell on the dim lands one petal after another the petals fell yes spring gathers right now moisture up into clouds plum tree in blossom Turns inward its tangle of wet black boughs speaking again again about these dim dim lands of peace #poem excerpt: Dan Beachy-Quick #art Wu Shengda

From outside my house, only the faint distant sound of gentle breezes wandering through bamboo leaves in the long evening silence. Late evening finally comes: I unlatch the door and quietly await the one who greets me in my dreams. #poem Otomo No Yakamochi Translation: Sam Hamill #resist

near spent — his just-because roses in our crystal wedding pitcher 🌹 #poem L.C. Goodwin #micropoem #art L.C. Goodwin #resist

Remember peace remember quiet breath remember dandelions in green lawns under the simple trees remember clear skies with a small bird you know calling to another remember knowing no one was harmed or doing harm that day. Remember peace. Remember quiet breath. Remember peace. #poem L.C. Goodwin

through the rosy Belt of Venus, tonight's moon quietly ascends over Tahoma in all his frozen glories in the long soft light — evening of this Northern spring I love you still 🌙 #poem L.C. Goodwin #art Julian Loader #resist

Maybe it was the whole primitive, hateful idea of the feminine as dark, blind, weak, and evil that I saw shaking itself to pieces, imploding, crumbling into wreckage on a desert ground. And I rejoiced to see it fall. I still do.

straight at earth, an Icarus wildly unbound out of her feathered silence, her high cloud-girdled dawn she plummets — and with that stoop, rebukes the tyrant Falconry 🪶 #poem L.C. Goodwin #micropoem #micropoetry #art Falcon: Ohara Koson (detail) #resist

How to live fully – Ursula K. Le Guin on change www.themarginalian.org/2026/05/24/l...

Only in silence the word, Only in dark the light, Only in dying life: Bright the hawk's flight On the empty sky.

Straight. Up. #RESIST

#art Ohara Koson (detail) prose #poem #micropoem falcon #resist

evening poetry perfection

I'd like to blame it all on life If I could change the world overnight There'd be no such thing as goodbye You'd be standing right where you were And we'd get the chance we deserve Almost — Almost is never enough 🍃 lyric #poem Ariana Grande #art Sarah Jarrett #resist

sage is the bee in industry for labors she in blossom. how sweet a sea of gold honey doth find the bee in blossom. with blue sage we do plant the lea and live carefree in blossom. 🐝🍃🐝 #poem L.C. Goodwin #art Pauline Lewis *lea: meadow #resist

daily I breathe it cool as water swim through it, sharp as air this lake electric, this net of nothings this spillway overflow that calls to the bright fish of the returning heart— this love, this poetry 🌬🌊 #poem L.C. Goodwin #art Spillway: Will Chapman #resist

An Evening's Herbal shall I have heart's-ease or 'Come-&-cuddle-me' shall 'Jack-jump-up-&-kiss-me'? let bold Robin bring me oh, handsfuls of pansies— my eyes are full of love. 🍃🌿 #poem L.C. Goodwin #micropoem #art Annelein Beukenkamp #resist

Ways you can help bees to thrive: - Plant pollinator-friendly flowers - Mow less and let patches of grass and wildflowers grow - Give solitary bees a helping hand with bee hotels and nesting spaces

sage lifts in warm spring air, small silver tongues whisper together. Bronze flashes through stems, a soft whip through air. In shallow bowls, smoke blooms purple, entering the body like remembered fertility. FaeSense #prompt #SageSighs from @ignorantfairy.bsky.social #writingcommunity

tiny bees dream cocooned so deep within their honeycombs of all the wonders soon to be and wildflowers yet to come Happy #WorldBeeDay 🌷🐝✨ #♡ᝰ.🖋️ #poetrysky #poetry #poem #blueskypoets #micropoetry *one third of the human food supply depends on pollination, mostly accomplished by bees

birdsong and roadsong caught up in billows of silk wind in the ash leaves

deepening dusk: a mockingbird chimes in from some dead bamboo singing raucous songs and sweet to the waxing moon above #tanka #MayTanka prompt, chime

Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice. Life – evolution – the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy – existence itself – is essentially change.

her smile is a crescendo of warmth in a world that chases chills #poetry

We shall never know who forged the word for the interval of shadow dividing the two twilights; we shall never know in what age it came to mean the starry hours. Now we feel her to be inexhaustible like an ancient wine ✨️ #poem Jorge Luis Borges, from 'History of the Night' #art Abdulwahab Muhammad

The Unexplorer There was a road ran past our house Too lovely to explore. I asked my mother once — she said That if you followed where it led It brought you to the milk-man's door. (That's why I have not travelled more.) #poem Edna St. Vincent Millay #art John Woodworth #resist

Sunk in the tattered wings He wore as a hunchback’s coat. Shadow without a shadow, Hung on invisible wires From the top of a canvas day #poem Carolyn Kizer, from 'The Great Blue Heron' #art Jess Isaiah Levin #resist

lazy steams wander over my kitchen stove— herb tea, his kiss, then sleep 🌿🫖 #poem L.C. Goodwin #haiku #micropoem #art Redpath #resist

The way through trouble is always made a step at a time, a breath at a time, a day at a time. 🌬 #poem excerpt: Jack Kornfeld #art Kyaw Kyaw Winn #resist

Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.

Girl in a Wheelchair Dancing to U2 in Lansdowne Stadium 1997 In a clearing near midfield she is tossing her hair, waving her arms, catching hold of, taking for a wild spin a new constellation, The Chariot. The Centre holds. Big wheels rattle and hum. Sparks fly from her. #poem Mark Granier

from 'Ephemeris' the great stone horn's weight hovers like a miracle. she rolls her belly against the sea shore she sings of a scrap of ancient white linen in a fold of black velvet. 🌙🌊 #poem excerpt: Beau Hawkins #art from the Private Moon series: Leonid Tishkov #resist

from the ‘Private Moon’ series I invite the moon to tea like a lump of sugar the damp night dissolves the moon in an apple tree prose #poem Leonid Tishkov #art Private Moon in Apple Tree: Leonid Tishkov #resist

Because the earth knows The scent of history, It gave the people sage. Tea with sage Or tea with mint? With sage, he says, Sweet scent, bitter tongue. ☕️🌿 #poem excerpt: Fady Joudah #art Mealycup Sage: Sally M. Kuyper #resist

First open window of summer, welcoming in sparrow song. #haiku

#短歌 #tanka #poem the flowers she refused I give them back to the wind and the moon

moonlit path~ her basket full of strange flowers #haiku