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@nomadwriter.bsky.social

Writer • Poetry • Prose • For the thoughts breathing softly between • An open journal of creative writings

paranoia, frozen fear darting eyes & flexing fingers his viscous rattled breath perturbs the nightmare brume — #caprice in autumnal bloom consumed by demon chatter led toward the railway clatter mesmerised by the invitation one trip to escape the other #vss365

#Eventuality Often culminates In disappointment And each day There’s more of my heart To sweep off the floor And recycle Right next to the bits Of cardboard I keep forgetting To break down; Maybe one day Eventuality Will be more Than this constant ache And will give me Clarity Instead. #vss365

The dreams always begin The same way #Bellwether omen A black sheep Leading the flock And I’m somewhere In the hedgerows Waiting For something to happen And perhaps That’s the sign That even within My own consciousness I stand without; A lucid intruder Unable To prevent My own catastrophe #vss365

oh, love they named me so many things I am not and I carried their namings shoulders besieged by the weight footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete till you plucked the words like harp strings and made me light and music you asked me which names I actually belong to and let me rest there #poetry

If you dream it, you can do it. Make an enchanted crown of antlers & bones. Haunt the darkness on the ragged edge of town. Unfurl your great black wings, take flight across the forest, and teach the night your name.

In his own, limited, way Dylan had become a #bellwether for the resistance against The Enemy. Those that believed him now expected him to know what to do, but though he had encountered them the most, he had no more knowledge than anyone else. This needed military minds and scientists. #vss365

The fire #reinvigorates Time that had felt too short For breathing For feeling For breaking In a million pieces; Days That had felt stuck together Finally crumbled in clumps Of plaster Still holding remnants Of remorse — For all the moments Wasted In fear Of the darkness That always followed #vss365