Just finished @joannepaulson.bsky.social ‘s new Adam and Grace thriller, “The Maddox Verdict.” Loved it—what a ride with strong messages. Warning: SA. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

There it was again. She leaned over the dirty, dish-filled sink and extended her hand. Her fingers disappeared and there was a slight tug. “Yikes!” She pulled her hand back. Beeps from his latest video game sounded from the office. She shrugged and dove into the #rift. #vss365

Now, on a darker note, we peer into a #rift. A quiet tear in the world, a chasm of grief carved through the purest of hearts, or a simple dispute between strangers. Some beg for forgiveness. Others carry the wound forever. Today, May 28, 2026, your #vss365 #prompt is #Rift.

Concentrate. She raced across as sirens screamed, thanking the heavens that she had sprung for the super grippy soles. If she could leap to the next roof, she be golden. Her feet left the shingles and a second later, she was swimming on air, scrabbling for purchase. “Crap… #gravity.” #vss365

Gravity, the quiet force that pulls every broken thing back toward the truth. Today, May 27, 2026, your #vss365 #prompt is #Gravity.

A bit of good news. My poem FORGOTTEN won an award from Judge Linda from the Southern Oregon Poetry Awards. FORGOTTEN, which I wrote during the 2025-26 Stafford Challenge, will also be published in the forthcoming book POETRY FOR THE PLANET.

I can not read poetry with hiccups, let alone write it - the words will jump all over the page or worse, jump off it, so I have to run after & catch them, before they get lost in the wild. #FromOneLine

I stand there crying Is my #signal getting through Everyone walks by #vss365 #haiku #poetry

I can not read poetry with hiccups of a sense of passing of each second that is a #signal of death coming closer to us I live poetry every day as if tomorrow is the last day my hands would type my emotions #vss365 #FromOneLine 418

#vss365 The clouds rearranged themselves into a giant white question mark against the blue sky. “Could that be a sign or a #signal,” I asked myself. Then, my self walked up to me, shook his head and said, “Nah.” Then I woke up and wrote this. I wonder if this means something.

At first, the flickering streetlight outside my bedroom window annoyed me. My curtains were too thin. But as I lay in bed night after night, I came to realise there was a pattern to it, like someone was using it to send a #signal. But who is doing the sending, and who are they sending to? #vss365

The Dragon Bellowed his smoke, Rising above the Conway Castle walls To Owl and Crow A signal of hope To become the Medieval men So many centuries Since they walked as men Crow and Owl Dragon blessed as Aves Could this be a chance For their sacrifice to speak Granting them a return home #vss365

Thinking back, it should have been a #signal — a wrong-colored button in a place where it oughtn’t to have been. No matter. She realized in time to make modifications. Accountants were called and monies were moved to inaccessible accounts. He was now on the outside looking in. She smiled. #vss365

A wink across a crowded room, a raised hand, the soft breath of a lover against your neck—humanity has always lived by #signals. Some promise hope, others whisper warning. The wisest among us know the difference Today, May 26, 2026, your #vss365 #prompt is #Signal.

Hair raised on the back of her neck as the unearthly sound continued. The crampons on her boots saved her from sliding into the #crevasse. “What is that?” “Adelaide—mourning for her lost husband. He fell here in the early 1900s, and she threw herself after him.” He shook his head. #vss365

The great divide. Sanity and lunacy. Love and hate. Yesterday we stood in judgement; today we stare into the spaces between worlds—the fractures separating what was from what may yet be. The Muses await your words. It’s May 25, 2026, and your #vss365 #prompt is #Crevasse.

I dream you As a snowstorm Your snowflakes Each a verse Figure if I read each one In you I’ll be #Immersed But Your snowflakes melted Before I Could read them all Scheme’s Too complicated When I wake I’m just gone call… To say Your stormy weather Is why for you I fall #vss365

‘It’s Sunday. What are we going to do to have a fun day?’ ‘Hmmm. How ‘bout we start with brunch.’ ‘Champagne?’ ‘Duh! We’ll get a table on the patio.’ ‘Works for me. That way we can see more people, so we can joke & pass #judgement.’ ‘Start of a perfect day.’ #vss365

He pulled away from her, refusing support or comfort. He’d trusted the word of the wrong person. Had doubts but ignored them, and deserved to live with the pain of his own poor #judgement. #vss365 #judgement #judgment #amwriting

did it give you energy give you hope? did birdsong sound more melodic? did the green of tress and the bloom of flowers seem more wondrous? did it take you to new heights? did it give you anything to hold, like a hearth in your heart? a place to go in the dark? I await your judgement #vss365

#vss365 Hung Jury This day drags a glut of time-weathered decisions or severely injured syllables sleepwalking in ill-fitting footwear borrowed from a dead poet. I cannot decide how the end should fall. Judgement hangs wing-adjacent, refusing both gravity and conclusion. #judgement

Your judgments explode throughout the house turning us into people we no longer recognize. Fueled by insecurities your harsh words pelt us. Then one night when you weren't watching, we fled. #vss365 #judgments

For something so apocalyptic I would have expected At the very least A #judgement week #vss365

#judgements and/or #judgments You won't find any in our #vss365 community.

#vss365 #immerse #judgement

At the end do you fear that your God will pronounce #judgment over how morally you lived your life? Or is there no judge and all just dissolves into the ether to be reborn again? #vss365 #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

new food I anticipate the cat’s judgement #vss365 #SenryuSunday #senryu

‘Twas a harsh judgement, more paragraph than sentence. Fine, I’ll change my shirt. #vss365 #judgement #haiku

Button wore a fern hat and hid from #judgement beneath a marmalade moon. Ashamed of accidentally inventing Tuesdays, he rode a giraffe-teapot through six backwards puddles. A cabbage applauded. Then gravity misplaced itself, and everyone politely forgot their elbows forever. #vss365 #SillySunday

#judgement hits hardest when it comes from inside yet in my mirrored image i meet my own eyes and in that bare honesty feel myself owning the past turning into someone quieter, steadier, healed into a better man worthy of my place in life and in yours #vss365

#Judgment When rightly applied Is an opening Of the eyes Judgment When wrongly offered Is like muck and mire In the water It’s what makes life So hard Considering the way That we’re wired It’s what makes life So good When everything Is understood Give me proper discernment… #vss365

Does eternity rely on karma Or #judgement passed At the end? Is there reckoning at all For lifetimes spent In good or evil, When all of us fall somewhere In between? Or is it as the atheists claim, We are but a blip in the cosmos, Here and gone, Of no matter at all? #vss365

Suffering the weight Of the judgement of others, Pointless exercise. #vss365 #judgement #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @blackwings182.bsky.social

She was #judged and found wanting. They continued to circle, nonverbal. Pricilla slowed and sniffed, displeasure evident. Percival followed, head lifted. “If you’d just tell me what you want, this would be much easier.” She threw treats and they rushed toward them. “Two each. No more.” #vss365

Imagination is an amazing thing. Yesterday's simple word inspired tales of love and pain, while others wandered into darker places. Now comes a heavier burden. The moment where choices are weighed and truth stands exposed. It’s May 24, 2026, your #vss365 #prompt is #Judgement.

I have written a metaphysical meditation about Ireland using today's #vss365. … 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 … I hope you enjoy it, and maybe you'll be persuaded to come and visit sometime.

Going to the stadium, to watch a sports #show Gonna do the #wave Watch the energy grow A #daisy chain reaction I love to do and see #immerse myself in crowd and feel free to be me #2WordPrompt #BraveWrite #vss365

Found grandpa’s phylactery in the basement. The old warlock had a thing for bad coffee, and he kept his soul in a can of Folgers. I #immersed it in a vat of salt water. Shouldn't kill him, but it’ll hurt like hell, and he'll get the message: your new apprentice awaits. #vss365 #microfiction

Forests call my name #Immersed in nature's soundscape Beauty all around #haiku #vss365 #poetry

#immerse yourself into the waters of the ocean let the current take you where you need to go do not fight the waves as they carry you to your fate if you resist you will drown #vss365 #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

Some #tethers aren't wanted but are necessary to keep you on the path to sanity. Others that you had thought would last forever snap at the slightest hint of hardship on the road of life. #vss365 #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

#immerse #vss365

life's melodies rise immersed in the chaos soul finds its calm #vss365 #immerse #haiku

As the evening begins i can sit and relax, indulge in caffeine and ponder my muse... #vss365 #haiku Sink into her depth Warmth encloses tired soul #immerse into bliss

She shuddered. It had already been a day-long, #immersive experience in peopleing. Cocktail party at 5, followed by dinner. She eyed the book by her bed. No one would notice if she didn’t go. KNOCK, KNOCK. Crap. It was the introvert’s escort to dinner. They left nothing to chance. #vss365

Great use of tether yesterday. Today, somewhere a serene pool of warm water awaits. Dive in and enjoy. Today, May 23, 2026, your #vss365 #prompt is #Immerse

Stories from #vss365 l i n g e r and #linger for days.

New York City Sleepy sun rises Luminous morning walk #vss365 #luminous

Our town’s Being pillaged By the evil Mad King Con He’s stealing Everything He can get His ape hands on Helped him Set this con up Cuz he vowed My beak he’d wet #Lingered ‘til Ain’t nuthin left— & my beak Ain’t wet yet Fact, I think He stole MY stuff That’s ’bout Bad as it gets #vss365 #NoKings

I sip you too politely, craving that smoky sweet breath you drizzle on my lips, a tiny reservoir of you #lingering in this long light of day. These lances of heat enthrall my skin, and I stifle the unearthly urge to devour you like a desert swallowing those first rushes of hungry rain. #vss365