Toscha

@poemless.bsky.social

Lover of lovely things, problematic takes, and my rescue dog. Hater of Illinois Nazis.

Giant bird of prey circling over Calvary and Rosehill: turkey vulture, or? Wingspan seemed larger than the hawks around here but I am no professional birder. Are the eagles up here yet?

I don't know if I saw four or five separate bats tonight or was being stalked by one particular bat, but either way a half hour is a long time to share your personal space with a bat. 🦇

I kinda get JB's pro-cop behavior as he represents the entire state which includes a lot of very ignorant yahoos,* but Alexi? This has gotta be about organized crime or something. Keep the police happy so they leave the "businessmen" alone?

Really wish businesses I want to support would stop using Insta in lieu of a normal website. And while I'm on the topic, I wish business hours, location, and contact info were not buried under weird marketing pitch power point presentations on their websites.

‘She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.’ ~ Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories #SpookySunday 🖼️ Elizabeth Shippen Green Elliott, 1902.

‘SO HAUNTED AT MOONLIGHT WITH BAT AND OWL AND GHOSTLY MOTH’ ~ illustration of woman beside tree with wild haunted look with bat in flight. Was originally published in Harper's Magazine in March 1902 and uses charcoal on board.

A delicate corn-field dress for Lammas, for running through the edgelands, through the yarrow & the poppies under a baleful dog-star bright in the ebbing sky. For slow witchcraft & trembling hare wisdom & the settling of old accounts, a heavy purse cast in a clear, cold brook.

Jeanne Hallee green silk & chiffon gown from ca. 1912, Whitaker.A beruffed hare dances with two witchesJohn Nash, The Cornfield, 1918, Tate.

The rain held off, the medicine kicked in, and we switched our RSVP to a low key place in town instead. Fortuitously! Do you miss the fine dining experience of the 80's & 90s? Let me tell you about The Alcove. Frasier Crane ass restaurant. I was the youngest person there and can't wait to go back.

Toscha@poemless.bsky.social · 4d ago

The devastating storm that tore through last week did not trigger a migraine, but today's rain has. The obvious explanation for this is that I'm supposed to go to a fancy celebration dinner tonight.