#Angles #BlueSkyArtShow #Photography

Fountain pen ink + melting decaf Americano #Photography #abstract #macro #ArtYear #smArtist #GreenSat

This is what happens when our realities are swirled around algorithms that do nothing but turn what it knows about us into self-serving echo chambers. None of this should be a mystery and yet it is.

the second hand on my old analog watch struggles barely #flinching forward telling me i’m not alone in my fears of this world that Time shares my trepidations #vss365 #poetry #writingcommunity

warm Darjeeling tea Hearts of Space on the airwaves Sunday morning #calm #emoetrty #haiku

For everyone saying political violence has no place in this country… Remember two Democratic legislators were shot in Minnesota just this year. And America shrugged and moved on.

all the atrocities grown #bearable in the evolving new normal perpetrate absorb codify repeat hearts of once concern hardening in the new america #vss365 #poetry #protestpoem #resist

This is what happens when justice serves power instead of people. Banksy’s latest piece shows a judge beating a protester. They rushed to throw up barriers to hide it. We need this here because it looks a lot like our own Supreme Court vs. the people.

wondering if her visions are cloudy or clear viewing the world through a veil of #wanderlust and wondering why she removes it only when it’s raining #emoetry #poetry #writingcommunity

LLM is a god we invented and corporations are its missionaries and crusaders. our new deity has zero accountability or responsibility to the truth, but we are told it has the best intentions, and will set us free if we remain blindly faithful. it is the perfect god for our benighted age

Cyclical #1 Maladapted  for the transit  through the slim #doorway of dawn our dreams and other  #uneasy gains of sleep bleach in the growing daylight decaying into the sand of slumber that will fill our eyes again at day’s end. #emoetry #vss365

manic focus of loners and their only selves from other voices i’m trying to #tame a poem. i’m trying to #tame a poem as my inside sounds tire of being. speaking. from sparks outside the self will the world nurture fragile fragments of #chance? i’m trying to tame a poem. #emoetry #vss365

Healing #articles of memory that once #sabotaged perception, health, progress now blanketed in year after year of healthy dust rendered inert #vss365 #emoetry

resistance through art

the Words awaited #quaking making themselves small fearful of being identified as useful of being snatched from their #arbitrary anonymity on the wrack line to be laid down with digital permanence far from the shores of memory that hold the comforting debris of years #vss365 #emoetry

"Chatbots don't make sense, they make words. Artificial Intelligence creates words devoid of thought, dead things to which we attribute meaning." - Leon Furze

Moving Beyond Stoicism unwilling to just sit and be pained while life unfolds around me like bad origami #emoetry #pained #writingcommunity #shortform

the memory hisses and pops with the cloudy connection of analog synapses confused with plaque where the data just stirs in place hoping to be read while the mind’s screen conspires to elude the sharp focus of some just yesterday when the the memory was last played #vss365 #elude #poetry

in the now past the dirty red ball never stayed dirty for long might get taken into the house for lunch back then, the dirty red ball heard laughter, arguing, even some pain it was the time when the dirty red ball slept in a new spot in the yard each night #vss365 #past

Dirty Red Ball #PhotographersOfBluesky #BlueskyPhotography #MinimalMonday

poets tire of carrying emotional mementos move past intention emerge from self-shattered alibis render reality with words until #naked seek confirmation of their sideline self-analyses #emoetry #poetry #writingcommunity

daybreak and scant moments into morning awareness of the ever-narrowing space between mad and madness perches again on my amygdala and seeking the hammer needed to drive the wedge of distance back between them jostles for its space on the day’s agenda #emoetry #mad #poetry #writingcommunity

#Emoetry prompt 8/30/2025 is #Mad #writingcommunity #poetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social

#emoetry #poetry #writing #writingcommunity (excerpt from a longer piece) i set to seeking like a tourist in a trap to find “my” voice as if there’s only one lone progenitor of the words because the many voices- not as a #lazy, unfunny pun but as a realty- they just don’t write well together

#Emoetry prompt for 8/25/2025 is #Hampered #writingcommunity #poetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social

MAGA Libraries where fallacies are fattened and fantasies #famished #emoetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity #poetry

"Just make it exist first, you can make it good later" - it's a good mindset for an artist to have #NieR

gather and behold our arrogant gods: inevitably, humanly broken; who willingly interpret our ballooning abandonment of belief in their beneficence and existence as daring so they can continue to feel proud of their pioneering creations #daring #emoetry #poetry #writingcommunity

the maze of cages inside of us holding us back that makes us question our every things where are the breadcrumbs for that path? #caged #emoetry #poetry #writingcommunity

so many instruments playing notes and the voices off key in their symphony of calculated abandon #abandoned #emoetry #poetry #writingcommunity

Hello posting early for the GMT, Introducing #Emoetry!! A daily poetry prompt word that is an emotion. Use it an any form you wish. #poetry #writingcommunity

car doors thud to locked footsteps on the gravel path notes of homecoming #vssdaily #gravel #writingcommunity #haiku

flexing in a vacuum of performance cued in to the struggle of having #bionic intentions but only organic bandwidth #vss365 #poem #micropoem #poetry

Despite knowing very well that it was only a game, Rory often caught himself in bouts of emotion he really shouldn’t feel for something ostensibly not real. Smothered in #abject terror at certain situations, flooded with excitement, or to care for things that were only … things, after all. #vss365

#abject #vss365

She knew hummingbirds had #wings because everyone said so. She’d never seen them herself. If something unseen could still be true, perhaps she had wings too; hidden ones, stitched from daydreams and waiting for the right moment to unfurl. #vss365

Night and i sit, sharing silence not even the palm trees rustle in the pre-storm stillness we meditate to empty me of Present making space for Future to flutter by on her fickle #wings hoping for even a flash-bulb glimpse as jagged ribbons of lightning crackle-glass across the uncertain sky #vss365

#vssdaily #obey #resist #adbusters

#vss365 #laugh #poetry #hollowedout #amwriting

You know that #prank of Time where long days secretly accelerate the seasons speeding you through the year then another and others until all your 40s are behind you and while you are looking at them in the rearview you almost rear-end your 60s? Yeah, i fell for that one. #vss365 #poetry

an unwilling door disrupts the dusty stillness of the summer heat its sass of squeaky hinges echoing down the alley #vss365 #sass #tanka #haiku

#vss365 #angel

palm tree rustles, sways charming moonlit silhouette as the storm draws near #vss365 #charm #haiku

The close study of her Tinder date’s face revealed an unexpected kinship: he, too, fought to wear a smile but donned a #scowl with ease. She was unsure if this made them a better or poorer fit, but it gave her ample comfort to order dessert while she tried to figure it out. #vss365

Memory waited patiently - a child in line for an amusement park ride. Then, at sundown, he belted into his bumper car of cruel #mischief. Hunting and careening into certain-conditioned minds, the chaos of obliterating their identities temporarily freed him from his own shackles of order. #vss365

a hovering bee the #hum of innuendo filling the garden #vss365 #haiku