Pause, if you wish, breathe...enjoy the soft pinks of earth today if possible. #mindfulness #nature #flowers #blossom

Trees look particularly full of wisdom when surrounded by mystical fog. I feel as though centuries of humans have leaned against this one and whispered secrets. #trees #fantasy #time

Sometimes, when things are too much, I sit in the ground and imagine how quiet dew drops feel as they are held by a Ginko leaf. #selfcare

the soft parts exposed my vulnerability becomes my true strength #senryū #haiku #micropoem #strength #vulnerability

I am in the back leaning against a tree, the #past aching in my chest. When I close my eyes, I can see her big smile as her silver curls dance in the California breeze. Taking a watery breath, I look again at the coffin, a soft powder blue box, like a sleepy sky in morning. #vss365 #grief #prose

Oak tree’s curling branches Whip in the winds of this Granite-walled canyon Daring to hold Onto crumbling stone As the weight of the world Pulls you down And yet your leaves grow sturdier Roots weave here deep And hope falls In that weighted world Feeding the future Acorns #emoetry #poetry

A glimpse from my new book: 📚💙 #queerwriters #lgbtqwriters #prose #poetry Check it out: Thoughtful Gay Odysseys share.google/WoPJ2JIIOIxC...

just saw someone sincerely arguing that they need AI bc they don't have "natural" artistic talent and idk how to make you understand that nobody comes by this shit naturally. it's just...work. it's being bad at it for a really, really, really long time. it's intention, pursued over time! wtf!!!

There is a stillness that falls as you care for your #wings. A pale pink light dusts your dreams, as feathers gleam, shivering with the spell. Do you remember the day you became a sliver of sky? #vss365 #prose #poetry

#BlueSkyArtShow Topic: #Jagged #photography

Many believe your #angel wings; honeyed sweet smiles glow from a listening face... but I know your truth, I know who you are after shadows fall. Your claws glisten in the gossamer light as your heart blazes beneath bewitching feathers. #vss365 #prose

Playful wings blended, Elemental migrations, A soaring chorus. #RetroArtPrompts #Prompts #playful #soar #elemental #blended #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @nayabe.bsky.social

I'm here with my knees dirty, less #angel than I used to be, miles more divine. #vss365

He wrote “forgive me” on the side of a dumpster, then vanished. A week later, someone tagged over it- just a crown, dripping gold. I think that’s what forgiveness is here: brief, buried, but royal if you catch it before it fades. #poetry

Climb softly, with creaking ladder and forgotten words. Lift the lid slowly; dreams are skittering creatures, when forgotten they know which cobwebs hide them best. Be still, listen... the gentle #hum, resonantes. Your dreams yet live. Your dreams survive, even when you're not ready. #vss365

Wind shakes the #beech, whose leaves hush in the warm evening air. Beechnuts pelt the lawn, and critters come #together for the spring feast. #vss365 #vssdaily #amwriting

The sun sets, and the sky goes from blue to orange to purple, and finally deep #violet and navy. I let the summer warmth pool on my skin, learning to say goodbye even when I've stayed far too long. #vss365

I remember the sky that night, #violet as the sun set past the tree line. A bird, a heron—no it was bright white, an egret—hung lazily in the air before flying away. Cicadas in the trees. I don’t remember your words as you let go of my hand, nor do I wish to, but I remember the sky. #vss365

Even the tough ones let shimmering trails tumble; sorrow finds the salt. #vss365 #tears #haiku

Unable to release Tear is stuck Backlog of grief #vss365 #tear

New episode of @humansideof.dev! I talk with @jason.energy about his journey into tech, from an emo band to founding @codetv.dev. We explore opening doors, finding joy, and making genuine connections with the people around us. humansideof.dev/episode/13--... #podcast #webdev #programming

I was told my #purpose. Where to be, how to look, what to produce. The pressure broke me. Many years passed and now I blindfold myself when I stare at the map of my life, knowing that every breath is my purpose, every step is enough. #vss365 #prose

The #rook lands on the railing again, feathers like a black #taffeta dress against a sherbet sky. The question screams in my mind and hangs on my lips, frozen. Will I have one more day? We watch each other, waiting for what's next. A little anxious, a little magic, a little hope. #vss365 #prose

Give me a face that looks like a Shar Pei - none of these ironed out, poofy things. Let’s show’em in the end, I lived a life. Put me in the ground like a #taffeta dress that has been rolled in a ball at the back of the closet. Wrinkled, beautiful, and once upon a time, a memorable night. #vss365

For the ones who need quiet beauty today.

My new book of poetry is now available for purchase! *Me dancing in excitement and vulnerability.* I realized I needed a particular type of book on healing in my life, so I wrote it for myself and for others who might also be searching. Check it out at: thoughtfulgayodysseys.com #queerwriter

I am made fragile by the beauty of the stars by their sharp edges and fierce burning a glass heart cracking beneath the weight of the sky #poetry

Dear One, You are not overthinking. There’s no such thing. You’re thinking the exact right amount for a brain that’s been through what yours has. #DearOneQuotes

Gratitude and #nostalgia warm my fingertips; distribution button now clicked. A corner I've been turning reveals new dreams. If my story was a garden, the flowers are in bloom and they soften sunshine. My first book leans into world and sighs, “Complete.” #vss365 #prose #queerwriters

We scatter our dreams into #starscape reflections beneath tender wings. #vss365 #haiku #poetry

Yarn twirled as my grandmother told me about her great grandmother. "She was shy and sat in corners during family events; she only spoke Spanish. But she taught me to crochet and knit." And now I think of her when I touch yarn; how a soft thread connects us all through time. #vss365 #progenitor

silent voices afraid to take on the courage of fireflies and hummingbirds believing in their light and their song and so the night stays dark and dawn arises without praise #Poetry #PoetryCommunity

Milkweed, ducks and wild rose Offerings to bear this load Sorrow, tears and searing grief Hemlock, thorn and blazing heat Parallel lay beauty, pain One can shift the other’s gain How we weave upon the weft Shows the story we are left #poetry #vss365 parallel

As I run, the #parallel ocean whispers, "hurry, hurry." Suddenly, I see them, swaying in the dusk. I pause to listen. A single voice, ancient and clear lifts upward. Then they all join; a song for the stars. I sit in the grass, tears streaming, every cell shivering with beauty. #vss365 #prose

A space between two bookshelves, full of cushions and blankets — it is her #realm. She sheds a heavy coat. A story comes to meet her, to erase a page clutched between her fingers. Soon, a mint-flavoured breeze curls up inside her breath. #vss365

I fell asleep To the #susurrus Of the forest And the sea The tidal swell Crashing Against the rocky cliffs Filtered through Summer leaves With the fog Puddling With a rhythmic Drip, drip drip Until all thoughts Of time and place Fade #vss365

I used to be content. Then they came. Their endless dances of light, their mirth and mischief, their expansive love... stars. My wanting increased, but I knew I was different. An in-between #primordial, the one who waits in glittering darkness for the right moment to be seen. #vss365

We're all going to face failures in life. So when you do, be sure to fail spectacularly, like crashing a stolen blimp into the side of City Hall. That way, you'll have a much better story to tell.

They dive into a swirl of universe, spiraling into existence, wings swift, decisions #shed. A scream burns as they break through binary stars, hurtling toward atmosphere. Their small smile balances on salty lips. This morning would rise with fire. #vss365

I still remember the #shape of your jawline as your grandpa whiskers #scratched my giggling face. I lived for those sandpaper snuggles. #vss365

The #VSS365 prompt was #Skin

when we were almost our skin #vss365 #skin #sixwords

True story 😅

Fragility in, An object so #small, precious, A petal at bloom. #vss365 - Small #Haiku #PoetrySky

The Soft Descending Night, Catherine Hyde.

Translucent skin aged Paper thin in autumns grasp Eyes shine dawns first light #vss365 #poetry #skin #haiku

We walked in the sun, our #skin covered in rainbows, smiles burning bright. #PRIDE #vss365 #Haiku

Sweating with my family at #PRIDE. The drag show was so delightful. We made our own corsages and collected a treasure trove of rainbow stickers. This was a day of joy. 🏳️‍🌈💜 #LGBTQ+ #Joy #Drag #Community

There's no right way to become yourself. I didn't figure out I was trans until I was in my late 20s, and didn't medically transition until my 30s. But I'm here now, and I'm so grateful to have figured out who I truly am. Happy pride, everyone! #Pride #LGBTQ+ #Transition