#vss365 The #stoop is a middle ground. It’s too high to be the street, the city, work, engagement and hustle. It’s too low to be home, isolation and rest. I don’t know why, but I think I need, we need time in this in-between existence. If you know why, tell me, please.

#vss365 #grief grief and gratitude seep out from the seam between moments the #stoop sighs beneath me, both burdened and blessed its stone heart pulsing faintly with the weight of loss and love

#vss365 at dawn the #stoop is slick cool barefoot, I step on it it gives off its stored night

My suburban house has a single step that leads from a front porch to a concrete path. After reading today’s #vss365 entries, I hearby declare that step to be a #stoop. And I shall sit upon it, proudly!

#vss365 She stooped on the #stoop and was stupefied. I know this sounds stupid.

#vss365 #haiku city dusk, and every #stoop becomes a front-row seat to the day’s last encore

Bluesky’s #vss365? Ha! I would never #stoop so low!

#vss365 best friends stooping on the #stoop go New York go New York go!

#vss365 I tripped and fell down that stupid #stoop

#vss365 #haiku ropes tied in haste hold #slapdash knots against the storm the crew swings and prays

#vss365 #slapdash paper kite zigzags up a windy hill - still it finds the sky

#vss365 Each day, the stars rearrange themselves, testing new formations like dancers between performances. It’s a #slapdash rehearsal, cosmic and undetected Come nighttime, they will pretend nothing changed. But I know better, and I am eagerly awaiting the premier of their new galactic ballet.

#vss365 Details. Details? You want details? OK, I’ll say this, “It was . . . how shall I put it? #Slapdash. Good. But it could’ve been better, and longer.“

#vss365 #Dogs I think “Kooky” would make a good name for a dog. A good name because dogs understand silly. At times they intentionally act silly. They are silly. They are #Kooky.

#vss365 #kooky the “kooky moment” is when logic loosens its collar, perception tilts and twirls expression forgets its manners and our “better judgment” takes a much needed vacation (also, some of us let our backbones slip)

I really believe that everything we post here on #Bluesky is autobiographical. What we post doesn’t come out of the blue, it comes out of us. It reveals something ABOUT us. Today’s #vss365 prompt will show just how #kooky we can get. So let your kooky hang out, if you dare.

#vss365 #Kooky is a wink, a smile and a shake of the head - not meant to mock, but to remind us that seriousness is only one way to live in this world, and not necessarily the best

#vss365 #KidsJournal Today I learned the word kooky. I like it a lot, because it’s silly. #Kooky is a silly way to say silly.

Shakespeare’s First Draft: “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as #kooky.” #vss365

#vss365 On a planet ruled by marshmallows, humanoids toasted over an open fire is an unforgettable, #unmissable treat.

#vss365 the #unmissable ache inside the goodbyes the word “next” rang false still, they said it

#vss365 The old man at the bus stop told me the sky had an #unmissable bend in it today, like some god had smote the horizon. I looked up, and sure enough, the clouds were zigzag drifting.

#vss365 I close my eyes, breathe and feel the radiance of your absent presence - #unmissable

#vss365 you are gone, yet you are here - immense, tender #unmissable I feel you

#vss365 sunrise the sky, on its knees, before me brushes my cheek with it’s windy hand an #unmissable “Good morning!”

#vss365 #memories That springtime, college campus moment when she boarded the bus, smiled and sat next to me. In that #unmissable, unforgettable moment, I realized we had become a couple.

#vss365 on the bus today each stop felt like a punchline l missed every word but the joy was #unmissable

#vss365 #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale I spotted her in the darkness, at the crime scene, leaning on some kind of phallic pillar. In my mind, I saw an #unmissable red warning flare. She turned and smiled, slow and sideways, the of kind of smile that makes a man blind to warnings.

In my dream, I was hanging clouds on a clothesline. I was partially aware that the situation was strange, but somehow it made sense, given that our world has gone completely congo-bongo in 2026. Francis H. Powell concurred, handed me a clothespin and said, “Today’s #vss365 prompt is #delivery!”

#vss365 #Psychiatry #DrFredFreud Delivery‑Philia is an obsessive‑erotic attachment to the imminent arrival of packages, particularly from Amazon. Patients seek emotional regulation through obsessively tracking updates. They mistake shipment for intimacy and #delivery for self‑validation.

#vss365 #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale Chapter 1. Special #Delivery 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.

#vss365 #time I wake and look out my window light from the North Star reaches my eyes – a #delivery, 400 years in the making

#TheAlienObservers So many stay closed off, shut in, trapped within themselves. Yet they would unfold at the warmth of another’s interest.

#vss365 #dreams at night, my dreams are #deliveries and dispatches from the Unconscious, attempts to get my attention the Self is telling me, “Get you head out of your ass and DEAL WITH THIS!”

#vss365 #Bluesky A follower asked me why I #adorn my stories with so many strange and sideways details. I told her that the world has tilted, it’s leaning a bit, and I’m just try to keep my balance.

#Bluesky It’s getting harder and harder to post cute and clever things here on bluesky as things get crazier and crazier in our country. Today was a bad day.

#Photography Thanks to photography, we can hold the whole world, past and present, in our heads.

#Memories #Music This is one of those memories that I post every now and then, memories that have stayed with me. This particular memory was triggered by today’s #vss365 prompt, #Symphony: I’m 13 or 14 years old, and wake from a nap. I had been dreaming about music, symphonic music that . . .

#Photography #Music #PoeticFragment #Song a choir in a floral cathedral

#vss365 #Symphony #Nature #Music The rain begins, again. I hear it stumble, then find its rhythm. Each drop adding to another - sound taking shape. A car passes, its splash joins in. Then the gusty wind section and the percussive lightning. The 2nd movement of the Storm Symphony begins.

#Painting #Art “Great art picks up where nature ends.” Marc Chagall

#TimePlaceMoment #vss365 Rain began like forgiveness tapping the earth’s shoulder. #Spooked sparrows vanished into green shadows. The world smelled of rebirth, and it occurred to me that it was time for me to let go and move on.

#FamilyValues #Morality #SaulSteinberg #Cartoonists #vss365 #Spooked by expression, we speak in straight lines and sleep in squares.

#Photography #Flowers #Reproduction #SexualHarassment Put that thing back in your plants!

#vss365 #Poetry the sun, as it rose, got #spooked by a cloud that it mistook for an unkind thought being shy, it blushed - with a pinkish hue but soon, being the mighty sun it’s blush faded, and it burned the shit out of every cloud in sight

a tasty gumbo of shapes, curves, and lines

#vss365 #dreams in my dream, an #oddball stopped time to tie his shoes a minute waited, politely, although confused the oddball winked at me and said, “eternity hates loose laces” I wanted to believe him, so I did

#vss365 #MicroFiction The chair she sat on wobbled, and someone joked, “Perfect for an oddball!” Laughter, sharp as glass. She looked down and found her rippling reflection in the spill of tea. The word #oddball sank beneath its surface.

#vss365 Yesterday, on Main Street, I passed my old, #oddball uncle Fred. He said that he wanted to hear a poem he had just written. This is it: every night the setting sun signs it name in twinkly stars Well, it’s odd alright, but kind of cute, like uncle Fred.

#vss365 At the boardwalk, an #oddball painter catches the air with her canvas - holds it up like gospel. “This is August,” she declares to no one and everyone. The wind, pleased, ruffles her hair into sunlight. Even the sea forgets its sadness awhile.