#regret it can be a dance, really standing by the wall, looking down, wishing you’d known not to do the thing that made her stare yet it feels like it’s every step, every word, every invitation so you withdraw, and the music just keeps playing #vss365

#recall more than story, the feeling bone deep, etched in marrow as if our very essence is born of exposure and the world becomes an unending frozen stream #vss365

Ambition I think what I want is to walk through my days eternally in love with each being I encounter, every thought, every mood, every sweet thing and every bitter to pour of myself and ask: how might I best adore you? #poetry

December they sleep standing and I trace my fingers over gnarled skin to peek a look at verdant dreams #poetry

#krampus thank you for coming I appreciate you venturing from the hells the job? well, it's children the naughty ones (and yes, your salary will reflect the extra labor of dealing with them) but we need you to watch figure out which ones (maybe ask Santa) and carry them off #retroartprompt

#memory I just try to notice it as it recalls and predicts maybe hold its hand or nod yes, yes, that was hard and chuckle as stories of long-past friends bring bittersweet to now #vss365

#qaggiq I've heard it said we are all native somewhere and I think of my forebearers throwing up barriers against the bitter chill, creating space for life and story and I wonder what memory lives in DNA #retroartprompt

#boho my mind endlessly predicts, of course by which I mean lives in the past and needs words of startling aliveness to notice, at last, how soft the screen I tap and tap and tap #vss365

ICE pepper-sprayed this 1-year-old girl. Once at the hospital, the doctor had to call in a poison control specialist. They had never seen anyone that young pepper sprayed. Another horrific story. More details below.

I swear to god, this reaction? "Thank you very much. It's a very important thing to say. And we really mean it." This level of narcissism, even amidst a moment if great tragedy, should shock us.

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The RFK, jr effect.

#Glühwein I mean, it is nearly solstice by which I mean it’s really frickin' cold by which I mean if you insist on late-night singing OUTDOORS … there’d better be drinks … warmed (now bring out that figgy pudding) #retroartprompt

#Monotonous the thing with misery is its sameness the same story the same neurons the same resentment and often things start to shift when we get curious gently asking what's so urgent? #vss365

#jólakötturinn I imagine Icelandic parents long ago seeking a story to send children to bed, to awaken fear and magic found the wild ideas were already taken, claimed by Krampus and Santa. so in the drear of night they chose a cat and made it huge #retroartprompt

#apogee love, I adore these tender moments these unclothed desires but must you name the goal an apogee? the word seems so distant and somehow unobtainable #vss365

#bone/hunter in the ether infant spirits search for the corporal: for marrow, for the solid casting about among those making love, in search of where it’s true #retroartprompt

#Successor so beloved is newness we forget it is only possible when ghosts of past can feel warm fire, remember love, and at last find rest #vss365

#Illicit I know how the heart can clench, the vast trembling ache but listen, listen: here there is a place where voices soften, eyes stay warm, and even the great awful has a home. #vss365

Will Arnett was on Conan and told a story about how Conan dealt with the death of his parents by accusing Jason Bateman of killing them. It’s so funny.

Midnight Tides I'm guessing it might throw the balance of things off kilter but I hope they rest, take a moment at day's end and, before the new one comes, simply pause to caress the sky in the moon’s quiet loneliness #midnight/tides #retroartprompt

#Bewitched no wonder we came to fear curses day after day our hearts are led by invisible stories arriving and departing at their whim, as if the soul were caught in turnstile spell #vss365

Fury the first thing to know is it isn't bad silencing it only deepens its agony because fury screams the hidden truth you need to hear #poetry

#Consolation when i called from the darkness, from the agony, from the truth, you stepped away from everything to listen. #vss365

#Consolation what is it, exactly, to ease the heart’s sting? to bring soft eyes to shadowed shame, to tune the voice to safety’s pitch? a miracle made real in muscle’s sacrament #vss365

Ice Flow designed as they are to be templates, memories freeze us icy tendrils of old neurons insisting nothing, nothing has changed as seasons change and nations fall #Memories/ice #retroartprompt

#Soliloquy we think of it as speech, but it begins in listening to murmurs of soul roiling through heart’s hollow chambers, longing to be heard #vss365

#Magenta I mean, it startles when you see it in nature so out of place among greens and browns that the eye widens, wonder taking flight as if reminded in a single burst of color: life persists #vss365

#Augury we scoff at prophecy, at fate yet carry stories in our hearts endlessly predicting the end of days #vss365

the body murmurs story of how you fell— how your shoulder compressed on pavement while they offered shrugging glances as if to say: don’t be angry, we didn’t mean it as they hit you, and you chose silence over dirty looks #poetry

#Silent the glance back is fear made hush head down voice unplugged just. walk. to the place and the next and the next the hallway remembers every footfall don't scream #retroartprompt

#Gleaming people ask how I sit, day after day, with stories steeped in agony? and I tell them: look closer, see how souls yet shine amidst the darkness #retroartprompt

#vespertine lost in the rush of daylight the heart secrets its warnings and doles them out at setting sun when shadow sets the mind at rest and whispered truths arise in fevered chant #vss365

Ugly Nice perhaps any virtue pushed to extreme goes dark for my part I wonder if I am ugly nice kindness pushed to a weapon I name assertion in the deep knowledge of relationship and need and effective communication and I sit back and wonder is it monstrous or is it health? #poetry

"Would ya stop about the Jesus already? I mean, seriously, Jesus...wants you to stop about the Jesus."

snow requires a precise combination of temperature, moisture, and lift and nature pulls it off again and again, covering vast plains in tiny pieces of art frozen soil in slumber under pristine white while we grumble at its genius #poetry

#chivalrous a gallant ritual the lifting of hand the courteous kiss and the whisper: your servant you own me I am yours I submit #vss365

#sexygifts of course my pulse races at the great allure of curve and slope but ah, love, the very soul ignites in those soft moments when your eyes go naked #bedroomeyes

#Aphotic in the moments before light enters, before reason tells us what is what, we orient— turn and assess what appears, whether it is safe to breathe #vss365

#Suave #vss365

imagine if we were trees if cold stripped us bare and the world could see down to foundation every memory we cling to every fear every escape all laid plain at the fall of leaves #poetry

#Last I imagine love is boundless, formless and infinite and when a soul is formed love encounters the tangible smiles at the pudgy fingers and soft faces as it discovers purpose #vss365

#Matters maybe love has no agenda and needs the body the nerves and heart to connect to tangible earth and find purpose and maybe just maybe that was Jesus' point #vss365

#retroartprompt #gratitude

#Health maybe just stop adding the next new skill the daily weight or that one more routine place trust instead in subtraction health is already there just waiting to be swept clean #vss365

#Learning ​go find the places where the heart hides ​smile at its angry face and call forth youth and singing sun ​take the hand of worry and run to meadows where hope seeds the endless Spring of flowers ​venture, calm, into agonied memories and there lay wreaths #vss365

#Reflection how sad it must be to move through life seeing only mirrors each unique face, each wondrous soul, reduced only to source and need instead of turning outward, so the radiant world might finally see itself #vss365

#Wonderment we disdain as unserious those moments when reality slips past our filters and captures the heart with guileless wonder #vss365