Just like they said I would, I ignored all the perforations and dotted lines and a perfectly functional open here it's easy and resealable so I could look ripped in package's eyes

new chapter unread caught between what was and is we pause at the start #WeirdMicro #DawnChorus #NewChapter #haiku #writing #writingcommunity #micropoetry

Ringing ears by lamp light.

I love Moon Palace so much. They are a crucial hub of the social justice community. Angela is a Minnesota treasure.

We need to apply for an eddy grant

Nobody wants to rock down to Electric Avenue anymore and that's the problem

The ritual of reading a newspaper upside down in public was not even noticed so it worked, we are now incognito to invisible people reading right side up newspapers

Nothing drives a film like scenes of contemplative reading and writing.

Jackboots stomped the dying fire— crushing coals into muddy mounds as sullen smoke announced the end— then shuffled away leaving only ashes except except that single ember borne on the breeze who still carries the hope of flame #vss365 #prompt #wane #poetry #poem #writingcommunity #amwriting

So used to OT feels like sneaking out early after a mere eight hours

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oh commuters just found the motherlode of ice agents at a suburban hotel, including, potentially, bovino himself. a bunch of confirmed ICE and CBP cars from the bovino convoy there. spring hill suites in maple grove. people of the twin cities, do with this info what you will.

Just a message to my fellow Irish Americans; ICE/CBP is the modern equivalent of Black and Tans so maybe act accordingly

The quiet snarl Of the electric wire Drunk on lightning Bolt through a heart flower Two halved cherries At the crossing Twin jeweled pools My favorite ruse To nothing #poem #poetry #vss365 ruse

Insurance is the one of the most insidious scams in the history of mankind.

I couldn’t ignore recent events for today’s #vss365

the system comes to a halt when the machine stops working it depends on compliance and relies on the poison pill of long division end the cycle expose the #ruse this affects all of us yes even you #vss365

Hope and defiance. The labor of any living soul right now. Hard work we didn't ask for. Extra hours fighting for decency and compassion. We're bruised. Tired. With aching hearts and exhausted minds. But we're here until the job is done. We help each other through and clock out in a better world.

Fire And Ice : Blood Of The New Gestapo

getting real tired of answering to government violence with marches and petitions

God dammit! I’m voting as hard as I can!

Now is a good time to read this book if you haven’t already. It might help you pinpoint all of the tactics LEO employ to shift blame in moments like this, and how journalists collaborate with them to absolve them of any responsibility. bookshop.org/p/books/copa...

Was this a mistake? no. Was the intent to arrest him? no. Was the intent to murder him? yes.

For decades, we've suffered the 2A crowd blathering on about how We The People are entitled to firearms in the event the government turns on Us. That event has arrived and 2A folks are now exposed as the bootlicking vacancies We always knew them to be.

Alex Pretti was a colleague at the VA. We hired him to recruit for our trial. He became an ICU nurse- I lover working with him. He was a good kind person who lived to help and these fuckers executed him. White. Hot. Rage.

Content warning. Genocide/ atrocities/ real-life horror. James McConachie takes us to the horror of war and slaughter of the innocent. @jamesmcconachie1.bsky.social www.blackboughpoetry.com/consolamentu... #poetry #books #writing #CeasefireNOW

The bones hold all your grievances.

we're just blowin' smoke

"Three Poems" by Dario Cvencek (from PTSD Martini) “the days like sick roses / I kiss the wrinkled bread / with the knife heavy as the waking / up of a drunken god” www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/cvenc...

Anticipation is the only thing between me and a blank memoir called Fasted Forward

Far and away the highlight of this wicked winter

if you’re cold, they’re cold let your demons inside

Freezing night Mitchell P #art

veering directly into the iceberg’s path our sinking ship #vss365 #senryu

So pleased that this poem could be part of “joy” in @templeinacity.bsky.social Thanks to editor @eireneeleni.bsky.social #Oulens #blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity

Instead of Victoria sponge We had lemon #drizzle cake At our picnic laid for two Near the Thames My King knew My hate for the sponge But, right on cue This damn British weather Rained more then a drizzle Soaking us through Cake and all For days we had the flu #vss365

Here’s my folklore, spoken in fractured language, my tune of recycled humanity, spoken without ease; I gave up myself I gave up all the selves beyond that, too, I gave up my air I gave up the breath of life, too; why is difficult, history still unfolds #poetry

This is a St. Paul diaper fund to be uplifted if you need another one

the recording of last night’s Night Light reading is now live!! listen to Robin Arble, @poetjohncompton.bsky.social, @bdcutkomp.bsky.social, & @tommywyattblake.bsky.social share their wonderful poems at the 🔗 below :)

Sketching a brief extrusion through the narrative frame, and from there into other dimensionalities. Conduits for energy to flow, directing and dispersing it from our planet and flowing in slow stop-start motions toward empty neighboring Earths.

Monsters grow in the silent dark of the ego we hide They breathe within us and follow where we go When I touched my shadow and faced the flaws I once fled truth began to #drizzle through me like a cold forgotten veil I awoke not into light but into a depth that finally spoke #vss365 #blueskypoets

In another lifetime, I won an award for a short play called "Slow #Drizzle " about a rapper announcing his retirement and rebirth as a bluesman. Wrote it just for fun. Forgot all about that until I came across this prompt and slowly chewed on it, like Proust on that damn madeleine #vss365

[ speaking gibberish with a French accent ]

"Five Poems" by Ryan Quinn Flanagan “The popes go up in smoke / and I drive my seething ramrod jalopy / down the Vaseline highway, / looking for bullet trains from the minds / of lone gunmen, / and the pearly white who sold me / on lemons…” www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/flana...

I DONT CARE WHAT THAT ORANGE TROGLODYTE SAYS, THIS AMERICAN WILL NEVER WITHDRAW FROM THE WHO

mysteries loom beyond evenings windsong midnight fantasy #vss365 #haiku

Brian Bilston nailing it as usual.

By the way…Happy birthday #EdgarAllanPoe #drawing

Members of The Black Panther Party on the steps of The Capitol Building in the 1960s