#vss365 #Trickery is a tiny, cool star at the rim of the sky that is so close you can almost touch it.

#vss365 a hound dog blowing in the wind Oh cruel nature - don’t be cruel! - Elvis Dylan Full disclosure: my real name is not Elvis Dylan. #BlueSkyTrickery

#vss365 darkness a pounding at my door oddly dressed strangers S H O U T I N G ! ! ! #trickery?!

#vss365 #Photography “ And for my next trick . . . YELLOW!” said Sky to Earth. #SkyTrickery

#vss365 in bed, asleep seeing, hearing, touching loved ones long gone what #trickery is this? why? what purpose? #dreaming

#vss365 it swims at night against the flow, it surfaces only when the moon is thin trickery is its cloak, #trickery, its delight O | O |

#vss365 I am going to snap my fingers and disappear for a few hours. #trickery

#vss365 #investiture is #trickery all the regalia, symbolism ceremony and speeches change nothing if we were assholes before, we remain assholes after

#vss365 #poetry #writing there was blood on the snow did you see red on white? that’s poetry that’s #trickery

#Photography #vss365 Photography is many things. Sometimes it’s about #trickery.

#vss365 Today, at the #Investiture ceremony of the Pulp Institute of Femme Fetalia, I donned my Red Dress regalia. I now feel ready and eager to light a cigarette, down a shot of bourbon, break your heart and stick a knife in your back.

#Writing #Poetry Writing A Poem no map, only this: a door opening inward to a room, unseen but felt waiting for a shape waiting for words

#vss365 Back THEN, when she walked across that stage in her regalia, at that #investiture ceremony - it was then that I realized just how lucky I was. And how much I loved her. NOW, I’m realizing, beginning to understand the meaning of the word cherish.

As he struggled to write a love poem that resonated with the #vss365 prompt #investiture, he realized that it is more important to feel love than it is to be able to write about it. And he feels love.

#vss365 There was a woman he loved who collected small things from the shore - shells, driftwood, bits of seafoam hardened by sun. He never really understood the #seafoam attraction, but he came value it because she did. That’s love.

#vss365 #seafoam gathering, glowing, and collapsing on the shore, mirrors the rise and ruin of galaxies and stars across the cosmos

#vss365 Convincing himself that #seafoam was the ocean trying to speak, he leaned over and listened. Nothing. Some truths arrive only when we stop demanding them.

#vss365 each of us is but a single bubble in the #seafoam of humanity

#vss365 generations of #seafoam arrive and disappear on Time’s shores like us

#Photography #Humans Earth and Sky Hate and Love War and Peace Hell and Heaven we feel all of these

#vss365 “… Well, I got a #hammer and I got a bell And I got a song to sing all over this land It's the "hammer" of justice, it's the "bell" of freedom It's a song about love . . . all over this land.” - Pete Seeger (1949) It seems that we haven’t had enough hammers or people to get the job done.

#vss365 #MicroFiction He found a #hammer in a drawer of his father’s things, wrapped in T-shirt that still held some mud and faint smell of oil. He didn’t clean it, thinking his father wouldn’t have cleaned it, so why should he? He just went out to find something to pound, and to remember.

#vss365 #Art how she felt each time she struck with her #hammer

#vss365 Dusk. A lone figure repairing something unseen. The #hammer strikes once, startling a crow from the fence. Another strike makes no sound at all, only vibration in the wrist, echo in the bones. The third strike finally breaks down his defenses. He remembers and feels and hurts.

#vss365 I touched an old, weathered #hammer and sensed a memory of effort and pride.

#vss365 a #word surfaces upon the tide of thought that word, her name

#vss365 In the dawn before voices, syllables gathered like stars in the night sky. They danced. And from their dance rose #words - new and bright - singing the names of all things beneath the heavens.

#vss365 I am a man of my #word. And my word is love.

#vss365 The Big Crunch is a hypothetical cosmic ending in which the universe’s expansion halts, reverses, and collapses back in on itself - shrinking to a zero‑size state that could trigger a new Big Bang, expansion and collapse. If this is correct, we are living in a never-ending cosmic #loop.

Wow! This #vss365 post is going viral!! It will #loop back to #Bluesky timelines again and again, forever and ever, with geometrically increasing frequency until the end of time. Or not.

#vss365 “The ‘Ouroboros’ represents eternal cycles: life–death–rebirth, time turning back on itself, or ideas that endlessly loop. It describes any closed, self‑referential #loop, such as a circular argument or a recurring pattern that feeds back into itself.” - Merriam-Webster

#vss365 with a smile something invisible begins to #loop between your heart and mine :-)

#vss365 #haiku #FleshAndBlood letters-shmetters I’d trade a million #letters for a single hug

#vss365 He was tough all right. When I cornered him, he said, “I have four letters for you.” I shot him after the U.

#vss365 #Letters – they refuse silence. They sing through the quiet, across time. And they lie there. Waiting.

#vss365 his #letters are just words and words can only go so far in creating or reviving a relationship

#vss365 #MicroFiction An old #letter opens a door to yesterday. He hesitates.

#vss365 #haiku pile of #letters - yellowing ghosts with canceled stamps

#vss365 #UnsentLetters It’s strange how your #letters can hold such intense feeling long after you‘ve been gone.

#vss365 This morning light poured down and became #water.

#vss365 2 a.m. and that ocean #water just keeps tapping the shore with a rhythm and a tempo set by its full moon band leader that’s cool man, cool

#vss365 #Water becomes what it needs to be at any given moment. A storm. A river. A mirror. A tear. Rain, ice, snow. Whatever, whenever. There’s a lesson in that, a lesson I need to learn.

#vss365 #lyrics “I mixed stones and #water, just to see what it would do and the water it got stoney and the stones got watery too” The Incredible String Band No Sleep Blues (1967)

#vss365 #TheWanderingAphorist Let certainty #sink into openness. What remains is smaller. Yet it carries more truth.

#Photography #Nature a precious stem

#vss365 Life: emerge from nothingness expansion, expansion, expansion, expansion status quo, status quo, status quo, status quo loss, loss, loss, loss, loss, loss, loss, loss #sink back into nothingness (Have a great Sunday - while you can.)

#vss365 I am a wave and I will roll, surge, undulate, crest, crash and then #sink back into the ocean (by the way, undulating is the best)

#vss365 Every night, when my kids were little, I would tuck them in. Being a manly man, I didn’t #sing them to sleep. I made up magical, surreal stories. The crazy thing is the feeling I had when telling them those stories, is the same feeling I have when writing posts like the one below.

#vss365 #LoveLetters In the theater, when dialogue turns to song, it seems that we enter a more intense, more exciting reality. I love the feeling of that transition. I ride it upward. That’s how I feel when you arrive, unbidden. It’s then that something in me lights up and #sings.

#vss365 There were bubbles inside the bubbles And there were bubbles inside those bubbles And they were all #singing!