some finished pieces 🏺 #pottery

My new flash in Maudlin House 🏚️ It's got existential ache, acute lower back pain, yearbooks, and phalluses 🥒 @MaudlinHouse Art by Percolate Galactic

2105 Composed of stardust Hydrogen, for fluidity Carbon, for stability Oxygen, for breath Nitrogen, for resilience Calcium, for strength Phosphorus, for balance Helium, for laughter #poetry

three years ago, i bought a takoyaki grill. today, i unboxed it - and i didn't even make takoyaki. takoyaki pancakes 🥞 #photography #cooking #plantbased

here's a fun thing I'm into rn: turning shitty old poems into dense, brazen prose. thick like peanut butter in your mouth. 🥜 #amwriting #writingcommunity

write: the practice of 'wellness' as abrasion through healing. #writingcommunity #flashfiction

in 6 months, i went from poems to micros to CNF and -now- flash fiction. still figuring how i want to write but, at least, the "what" has remained true. #writingcommunity

i edited furiously, deep into the night, and when i pulled up Wigleaf's submission page, it was closed 💀

is that last line a gut punch? or a belly rub? 😏 #writingcommunity

after work, i drafted. 283 words. which is not a lot. but if you consider that I obsessively line edited as i went, the total word count -would- be in the thousands. but who's counting? #amwriting

Some shots from San Bernadino Peak. We encountered every weather: rain, hail, thunder, lightning, flash floods, and fire. #photography #hiking

wow what a month. i've written jack shit in august so far. 1 or 2 vss (love my vss fam btw 🖤), bunch of weird notes, and that's it. now, there's only 6 days left for Wigleaf's fiction call... 👀

brilliant questions that lead to more questions. enough for whom? we can't fully understand anyone yet we love them anyway (e.g. mothers and their babes who are born 0% known). perhaps loving and being loved is not knowledge, but standing knee-deep in ontology. great interview!

a special meal radioactive shrimp sautéed with a side of arsenic dusted broccoli presented on a perfect uranium glass plate bon appetite if you dare to glow by dessert neon popsicles

but isn't "woke" just basic empathy and who would want to be asleep all the time anyway? stay restless, friends. (this will not be an X cross-post 😬)

my heart is bionic each chamber murmurs no longer beats in unison the perfusionist is brilliant each doctor that gives me life an immigrant that sacrificed that night #bionic #vss365

Machine oil skitters Across weld joints, stitches— On the android’s face. They do dream of electric sheep, and shears to gather steel wool. To abrade the rust off their chin. Longing to chafe and raw like flesh. Casting aside steel for steel to harvest organika. Our wet bionic skins. #vss365

The Forgotten Self There was a boy who carried my name. He walked past me once, smiling as though he knew the path. I called out, but the years answered instead. #poetry

Mt Jacinto from Marion Mountain ✅

as i line edit work that i marked "final" months ago.. i realize i'm allergic to drafting. or am i addicted to editing? #writingcommunity #amwriting

between authenticity and compassion - if you must lose or change one, which would go first? authenticity without compassion can become cruelty compassion without authenticity can become deceit #discussion #amwriting

there is a lock antique and brass it holds the key to my heart often it gets lost tumbles through pockets I doubt anyone will find the key my capacity to love can be finicky a unfurled rose on the cusp of humanity #WordedArt

radiant choco-plaqued grin zaza valkries descend to hush at my earache to swaddle my temples to tell me: bliss is chocolate-flavored. #brownie gunk in the pocket of my cheek is effigy. for my ticket from the other side. #vss365 #poetry

sometimes i read work from just months ago and pose: "how could you let me put this trash out there" only to realize that "you" is rhetorical and that i'm in an empty room because i don't know any writers/readers IRL. so cheers to my mutuals ilysm 🥂

by now i've un-dreamed some dream lit mags after reading through. i want risk, culture, rupture. i'm getting a lot of booboos on low heat, tumble dry.

is writing just the oscillation between "i will never write anything better than this" and "i can't believe i wrote that garbage"? #WritingCommunity

Slogans Load-bearing fricatives, like pamphlets jammed in grating gears, all grind and no delivered wares. Lines loaded with more sting, than papercuts from voting slips - their petty wounds let no blood drip. #poem #slogans #poems #poemoftheday #poetry #politics #language #verse #poet

Inviolable Hum, Seraphic Hum! I wait for you in a box. My lungs paper thin from compression. I knock for you from my box. My eyes closed or open— In this pitch. I #hum back for your return. My breath is recycled. Prudently. All to learn I’m captive and You, a neon lamp. #vss365 #poetry

i want to read rupture, where is the rupture #weirdlit #flashficiton #amwriting #microfiction gimme it

I imagine that under her skin is a crucible. Blood flows like thin magma. From gigapascals of pressure her bones press into #sapphire. Selectively innervated by iron and titanium. Rocks are brittle but she is gem. And she deliberates: “Precious” is not synonymous to “delicate.” #vss365

Wanna know a secret? Lean in real close feel my breath at your ear You see she knows, and so does she, also her, and they too And if that isn't enough well that's just a pity a real shame oh well #poetry

How gingerly a sparrow picks flesh in ribbons lacing bone. How precariously do we hold the bird in a fist as we raise them? How certainly do we pluck from them their plumage & pinfeathers through downy undercoat & crested crown for meat & molt when all the seeds have gone? #vss365 #poetry

also, i love #vss and i love reading everyone's vss. but i'm also so glad i stopped forcing myself to do it everyday. i'm eepy😴

sometimes when i'm on a lit mag's submission page, i read the "SUBMIT" button in the voice of a cruel monarch and i take a knee as a lowly peasant and submit.

tried my hand at collage. this one is meant to accompany my flash cnf "How I Became a Motel 6," which is currently out on submission 🤞 #collageart #digitalcollage #writingcommunity

am i writing really weird stuff or am i just really weird? i'm okay with either. #amwriting #amweird

Just read @mizukiyamagen.bsky.social's amazing piece in @flashfrog.bsky.social! She gorgeously renders the underlying tenderness that can be found in callous and anatomical language. All wrapped up with a bow (in a frog's belly). 🐸 kerokero🐸 flash-frog.com/2025/07/14/t...

climbed mt baldy yesterday 🏔️😮‍💨

there's a direct corrrelation between how great i ate in a month and how often i refilled my masala dabba that month

new morning routine: morning coffee, walk the dog, check if @theoffingmag.bsky.social is open for subs, die a little. repeat tomorrow.

"Reach for the stars so if you fall you land on a cloud" - Old Kanye I recite this as I submit to The Sun 🥲

today i finished another flash and it felt like carving out a pound of flesh. a gift for the void 🎁 #amwriting #amdonewriting

Just trust me it's part of a bigger story #poetry

today i finished another flash and it felt like carving out a pound of flesh. a gift for the void 🎁 #amwriting #amdonewriting

The band of my Moleskine. Stretched to fatigue to contain pages: bloated by ink and graphite, bursting at the seams with blood and salt. Palpitations through finger and fine nibs; Longing for the innocence and chastenedness of shrinkwrap, irrevocably torn. Oh, what have I done? #vss365

Doc exited the Hypermacroscope. “Mona, I saw it.” “What? Let me—” “We are tiny little guys on worm shit after all. Look, how its cavity drags along the orbital paths of the planets.” The Great Galactic Worm birthed planets from its Great #Wormhole. Stars from spicy stardust. #vss365 #weirdlit

Robert's work is always so honest and lived. Looking forward to the release!

I feel Dumb, the way I'm rambling. A self-pandering Mandarin: I cut my daikons on mandolins, yammering about crowds around outside panhandling, clamoring, thinking it's all glamour and - Breaking concrete that I'm standing in, hammering. And stammering on words fantastically, Newt Scamandering.

Men Writing Women #poetry #feminism