. From 'Self Portrait at 28' (2001) —David Berman 🎂🎈🎁 #poetry #poem #birthday

The best recent poetry – review roundup The Bonfire Party by Sean O’Brien; Plastic by Matthew Rice; Retablo for a Door by Michelle Penn; Jonah and Me by John F Deane; Intimate Architecture by Tess Jolly

Being an American is like being in a murder mystery where the killer is always you.

All right, let's rock

worn to a whisper millions of witnesses stand aghast, unable to stop the criminal and #clueless and with just a little luck future generations will analyze this absurd stasis and the manufactured fractures that made it all possible #vss365

"Kites tied to the arms of the gesturing at everything!" I cry lightly as I leap to battle the air between the roof and the sideyard

everything is terrible so tonight go out and worship the wolf supermoon she’s our only hope

Fuck it— I’m calling a citizen’s impeachment!

Democratic Congresspersons are taking swift action! They have sent a VERY STERNLY-WORDED letter to their congressperson.

Heading to NYC to rescue Maduro, yall want anything from the bodega?

It sounds like apocalypse now outside

No shame in being an earnest motherfucker in a world of dickface ragebait

It’s a contemplative destitution.

Podcasters to the left of me, AI job scammers to the right... here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

setting this DeLorean back to the 90s

Scattered fragments of a rant masquerading as midnight prayer.

I never want to turn off the music, that's the thing

The impetus of the animus.

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like a b-side song appreciated decades later

Along a Midnight Brook

Clocks match a lot of things throughout a day, not just how you wave your arms for certain times. The day your tie was born, when your socks got married, the end of your drapes when you caught them up in another window. It's not coincidence.

wild #soliloquy ocean lashes crumbling rocks #north claims all its rage #vss365 #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku 🖼️ Pinterest

Dreaming between Light and dark Existing between Death and life Wandering lost In A universe In which He holds within his eyes She looks deeply And sees it Ever turning The meteors He throws She catches Holding Dearly To her heart As treasures To centre of All he is

Just another husk cooked at the altar of commerce reporting for duty.

Dylan was lost in the fury of battle. Magpie had taken hits, but she, like the old warrior she was, kept going. #Magenta flashes of fire blinked and disappeared among the tumult. This was going badly. So very badly. Or we’ll. so very well. He couldn’t tell. Only carry on fighting. #vss365

A magenta cloud rises against the ebony sky It's day’s last breath Midnight is being born What artist-soul climbs to light the world and turn our gaze from its rounded weight? Perhaps so we might look upward and, past our fears, move more freely? #vss365 #prompt December 7 #magenta

Taunt you I must A midwinters kiss With iced #magenta lips That you lust December solstice Shadows longer Frosty velvet sparked sky Full of wiley tricks First tell As I unravel you From your cocoon You’ll swoon for my nightshade spell #vss365 #vsshorror

a gossamer feast tangled in #magenta sheets. books strewn everywhere empty wine glasses on the windowsill. its snowing somewhere. there are two gray lakes to drown in... another dream in another faceless city. #vss365

Looking for a seasonal read or a gift for a book lover? Soot & Boots is ready for December nights. #SootAndBoots

A nativity calendar that serves up the endings of sentences I never got to finish.

Wait, what? My son’s friend, traveling in China, is staying at a hotel chain called ‘James Joyce Coffetel’, and instead of a Gideon Bible, they leave a copy of Ulysses by the bedside.

sore thumb sycamore camouflage fooling no one winter’s siege begins #haiku #poem #writer

I won't tell anyone when it is my destiny to deliver lampshades by parachute but there will be a precise guidance system to land them on heads of those found to be out of control party guests at heart

cold still midnight clouds embrace luna winter augury #vss365 #haiku

(lights cigarette from the embers of plans sacrificed at the altar of mercury retrograde)

Not to brag but I've lost count how many times I've gone undrafted at the rapture

Don't even get me STARTED on the psychosis. I've been in manic psychosis. I know what it's like to hallucinate and be so sure of yourself when you're absolutely wrong. ChatGPT and AI chatbots like it tell you everything you want to hear. They ENABLE your own mental self-destruction.

There are many things about AI that increasingly piss me off, but I think one of the biggest ones is the fact that almost no one asked for this and it's being forced upon us. No, I don't want Gemini. I don't want Grok. I don't want ChatGPT. I don't want a built-in AI assistant or AI editor.

it’s not easy bein’ soylent green — dystopian kermit

Linda Gregg

Stopped for a second to remember some thing I knew I'd soon forget. The sky fell, as expected. Damn near missed the sunset.

Book on a table in a house, all about the rules for mirrors. Reach to pick it up and a hand runs into a reflection of itself. It's supposed to ward off reaching a second time but my soul is under there

Sifting thru summers ashes to remember how to stop thinking in capital letters.

Sometimes, the only way out is through and now is that time.

Just as the sea must look forward to the last sip of sand at the bottom of the bag, so too does the raven, having called dibs on your scavenging luck, look forward to you and your several almost empty bags of chips setting off into the woods, never to be salty crumbs from again