#vss365 #NanoPoetry #falling

#vss365 #Oracle #War #victory Storms will bruise the horizon and he will mutter “Victory” into a field full of corpses.

#TheWanderingAphorist #vss365 Be the same man in both #victory and defeat.

Most mornings, when responding to the #vss365 prompt, like today’s #gamble, my strategy is to throw spaghetti against the wall to see what sticks.

#vss365 #TheWanderingAohirist Our every decision, every action entails some kind of #gamble.

#vss365 Our perceptions are #gambles. - Robert Anton Wilson

#vss365 “Every person… represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again... Each represents a #gamble on the part of nature in creation of the human.” - Hermann Hesse Demian (1919)

#vss365 #PulpFiction She showed up at #midnight, red dress and a suitcase full of troubles. Said she needed a place to hide. I gave her my couch. She took my bed. And my heart.

11:59:50 pm 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 ✨ HAPPY NEW DAY !!! ✨ #vss365

#vss365 #Midnight feels like a doorway into another dimension. Half‑scared, half‑thrilled, I look around expecting something, although I’m not sure what. Every shadow looks like a maybe, like a threat.

#vss365 as we walk tiny blue pebble skips ahead “sky doing cartwheels!” #primitive giggles bloom

4 a.m. half-asleep thinking in slow motion feeling #primitive words are large, clunky #vss365? why? why?

#Photography #Inspiration This is what I focus on when trying to respond to a #vss365 prompt. It’s hypnotic, and it seems to still and open my mind.

#vss365 #Kids #Art #Haiku she draws a circle and a #primitive little sun smiles back at her

#vss365 #Writing #Language #Poetry “Words are such gross machinery, so #primitive and ambiguous.” - Frank Herbert Dune Messiah (1969)

#vss365 #humans I am #primitive in the sense that I err frequently and foolishly out of a lack of knowledge and understanding. 80, 90 even 100 years are not enough to learn what I need to learn.

#vss365 Lanterns flickered in the twilight, their amber halos trembling. Stars gathered above the rooftops, and a #wondrous stillness settled over the village. It felt as if though the heavens leaned low to bless us and wish us good night.

#vss365 #Ecstasy #Poetry as I walked, every step burst with #wonderous beauty and possibility as if the road kept inventing itself beneath my feet I moved forward, inward and outward drunk on the miracle of being and world

#vss365 The fact that we are HERE, living, breathing, feeling, thinking, reading this NOW – is truly #wondrous. And the fact that we rarely consider this is also #wondrous.

#vss365 when a great win is in our past it is #wonderous

#vss365 #haiku #remnants of daylight fade to a darkness, that slips between blinking neon

#vss365 #time a #remnant of billboard clings to a brick, “the next big thing,” now on the junk heap

#vss365 #remnants of long shadows stretch and fade into night

#vss365 in early spring, #remnants of winter cling to branches pale and stubborn

#vss365 #writing #poetry I can’t stack words one upon another I fear they will topple like a house of cards I can only write in fragments and #remnants

#vss365 I kept pretending the #rift in the ceiling was just “old house charm,” but every night more stars leaked through. Eventually, I had to admit that the ceiling wasn’t cracked at all. I was, and am. :-/

#vss365 #rift ri ft ?:-)

#vss365 #love Love isn’t a perfect, polished gem it’s a cracked stone with “whatever” growing in the #rifts that’s where its magic lives - in the unique imperfections of him, her and them these are what make their bond, their love uniquely beautiful

#vss365 the moon morphs in surreal silver arcs waxing, waning flowing in time reminding us that change is neither rupture nor #rift but rhythm, music

#vss365 All words radiate meaning, have a half-life, and over time, will break down. The radioactive decay of words is most likely to first manifest in the bond between “D”s and “R”s. For example, sometime in the next millennium, the word “drift,” is expected to become d and #rift.

#vss365 She crossed the room like she owned #gravity. I tried to look away, but couldn’t. She noticed. She always did.

#vss365 My moonshadow plays loose with #gravity. It rises and stretches when it shouldn’t. It curls for no reason that I can see. And it keeps on blabbing about its cousin, darkness. C’mon, what’s up with that??

#vss365 #Gravity keeps my laughter from escaping into the cosmos. But I think my giggles escape its clutches.

#vss365 #Love #Song When we love someone, we feel the pull of their #gravity no matter distance or time. youtu.be/rEXhAMtbaec

#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.

#Photography #vss365 Her gestures and movements are silent #signals, truer than speech. I follow them in the way sailors follow stars.

#vss365 #TrueStory I often remember the first time she touched me. She tapped my forearm and I felt a quiver, a trembling. That unexpected touch was an invitation, and it was a #signal that my heart was about to open wider than it ever had before.

#vss365 #FirstDraftFails “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into a #crevasse, the stupid crevasse will gaze back into you, probably.” Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil (1886)

#vss365 When he peered down into the #crevasse he saw a woman from China peering up to him.* * (I know it’s lame)

#vss365 #MicroFiction The #crevasse troubled him, though he couldn’t say why. It was merely a gap in the ice, yet it stirred a faint unease, as if something long forgotten waited below. He jumped back when that cacophonous sound erupted for the first time.

#vss365 A #crevasse is the tenuous truce between holding and letting go.

#vss365 A #crevasse is Mother Earth unzipping herself for comfort. “Aaaaahhhhh!”

#vss365 When the refrigerator repairman bent over to begin his work, a rather large #crevasse was exposed.

#vss365 #poetry A hawk circled once, steady and sure. I watched it until it vanished. Then came a silence, a seeming prelude to harsh #judgment. I held my breath and waited. I still wait. I don’t know why.

Recently my #vss365 ing has either sucked or crossed some line. Today I resolve to use better #judgment.

#vss365 #haiku each evening, I immerse myself in sunset, and quietly dim

#vss365 Know that you are #immersed in a universe that is expanding in all directions. Feel that expansion.

#vss365 sometimes I pause and #immerse myself in the vastness of Here and Now

#vss365 Sometimes, after being #immersed in a novel or a film, I will examine my life, and see it in a new light.

#vss365 A lone rider crossed a moonlit plain, guided by a #tether of hope no darkness could sever. Though shadows pressed close and the journey bent toward danger, the rider’s heart held fast to a distant hearth, family and sweet reunion.