How's a writer to put a suitable bio in such a small space as the profile permits?
I welcome feedback, even from you stranger! Some of my favourite work has been after edits from criticism and being told why most of the poem is crap. If a line, verse or concept inspires you, take my words and run with them. Share in the Fediverse and anywhere else as long as you include a link to the source.
the chalk's outlines
fade into mere shadows
of barely nothing
Guerrilla art by moonlight -
shapes and lines,
guided by flashlight -
fleeting and ephemeral,
to last longer
than the color
the very ones I'm sure
I heard in moments
of unforced silence,
find refuge from
writing in forgotten places -
the half-shattered pane
of broken window
the dust-covered case
of abandoned guitar
the dust of fur settling
on evening wind
the broken bumper
of the broken car
My fingers bleed
from lifting rocks,
from planting seeds;
yet I'm finding, if I'm patient,
a poem sleeps beneath
— inspired by a prompt by Georgia Heard about where poems hide
There’s not a poem here
worth the ink
it’s written upon,
not a single screen here
worth the pixels
that I’ve lingered
my words upon
We, imposter poets
of the Internet Age,
write with deception,
and then hoping for
Inspired by an exploration of the word in The Cabinet of Calm (Soothing Words for a Troubled World) by Paul Anthony Jones
How do you guys like Mastodon in comparison with Twitter?
My assumption here is that we all want some form of engagement, be it if we want to follow someone or have someone else follow us.
It's obviously much harder to get those goals since we're on a less popular platform.
On the other hand, I opened an Instagram account not so long ago, but it's pretty difficult to start a following naturally due to "the algorithm", so it's a bit difficult to gauge these :)
is the anthem, of lost people.
colors running cold,
the pale doesn't have to last forever.
(when nature rebounds)
The tree never stood a chance -
it came that winter day
to dance -
its winds broke its way
through every other branch,
then sliced it vertical,
the trunk, in half
Would you believe me
if I told you
the half that stood
healed the half that did not,
that that miracle of a tree
still stands in the yard,
though that storm’s never forgot
Inspired by The Cabinet of Calm (Soothing Words for a Troubled World)
Perhaps I should buy white bedsheet and call my bed
‘Capitulation’. Never mind,
I spent enough time on my back for love,
I’ve said I love you for the same reason wolves howl --
I just wanted to hear it echoed. I said I love you
when what I mean is I don’t know how to save this
but I wake up every day to try. I said I love you
like I was trying to build something
on someone else’s kitchen table and hoping
they wouldn’t turn me out.
- So hey, what's up mr. Razcore-Rad?!
- Nothing much, just making the most awesomest project ever!
- Oh! That's sounds so gooood!
- Neah, anyone can do this, I just compile ideas in my brain, that's all.
- When will you release it?
- It's a work in progress. It would really encourage me to finish it IF people are interested c:
When some people say they were born in the wrong time, they mean some nonsense about how they wanted to live in some boring era like 1920s America.
When I say I was born in the wrong time, I mean I should’ve been a shaman in a Palaeolithic hunter-gatherer group, telling people which herbs would soothe a fever and taking hallucinogens to commune with the spirits.
Poet. Geek. Ginger. Only sorry about the poet bit. Mostly my own #poetry, inspired by others, the world around me and the universe inside.
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