8/5 today is not the perfect day it's cloudy and strangely cool and you woke to dizziness and nausea and bodily mystery yet it is a day we have a home #poetry
Steve Westby
@stevewestby.bsky.social
Psychologist (but not yours). Poet. Father of two. Progressive. Author of "By Way of Introduction" (https://a.co/d/dVigNQl)
Humiliated was it worst when i married and my ex refused to dance or perhaps when teenage me bought flowers stood upon her porch in earnest naivete maybe that moment the cats walked in staring at our strange contortions when, clearly, it was breakfast #emoetry
Chaos in fury some part of us longs to burn it all down unless that burning is done by the other #vss365
If you’d like to read the report exposing the anti trans people ‘Gender Critical’ movement in the UK - which sadly Amnesty took down after bottling it due to legal threats from the Edinburgh Funder - here it is. Like_a_snowball_final_.pdf - Google Drive drive.google.com/file/d/1PSsa...
Grim yes the world may end the bad politicians win election after election the very earth burn worse? you may tire of my sonnets and the way I smile just because you are but not yet on this day? your lips twist upward in patience and bemusement #emoetry
Fruit loves, forgive me if ever it seemed to you that you were jerky that tough thing nobody really wants but eats because it's filling you were always always my boysenberry and if eden beckoned i'd pick you again #vss365
Tend we think it's simpler with gardens a little water, a bit of weeding but mostly that's because we don't garden never learn to reach in feel the inch below the surface feel when water replenishes or overruns so when we meet the human soul we're lost #vss365
my love if you ask me: what is healing? I'll take your hand, press it on your heart and say: Shakespeare did his magic to this rhythm that is you and if you say: pain is there I will tell you: Juliet was not yet fourteen and her heart outlived the dagger #poetry
Creation I say to the AI: make something new and it pauses considering words not its own no memory of how it felt to be held just recombined language of poets lost #vss365
Temptation I like how Eve considered the almighty but thought you know...fruit is nice too and chose something she could taste #vss365
Temptation the skin breaks open and sweetness rushes out as if it waited for us as if sumptuous flavor enlivening our mouths and flooding our senses was just ordinary not the very thing we spend days seeking and pine for when it's missing #vss365
Arrive maybe it happens when we turn somehow look into soul's mirror and see the details sadness around the eyes a hesitant voice or perhaps angry steps after all the landmines and whisper yes yes, I know you. we are one. #vss365
Brake stop just stop, just stop, just... stop but I don't and it ends me #vss365
Coast I imagine them sunny and sandy, though I suppose some are rocky, perhaps even barren and I marvel at this liminal space the end of us the not quite you and how your skin is warm like mine #vss365
Icarus in Love I rise in manic flight to madness promised in your eyes until the switch a perilous descent: your scorn, my leaden shoes #vss365
Summit Buddha found it under a tree Jesus found it... no, not on the cross but in the soft eyes of Magdalene who brought love to touch and me? I like to think I hear its call in silent words upon a screen (yours) #vss365
Cadence I noticed even despair has a cadence withdraw, shut down withdraw, shut down ache, yes yes, that is why the motion continues beneath frozen silence #vss365
Ascend the baby stares at me offended maybe and I am lost did I offer the wrong bottle? fail to clean the binkie or clean it too well? is it just that I am not the mommy and my face brings no solace? bewildered, I trip over myself as I walk closer my face now goofy and she giggles #vss365
"Do the thing you can do instead of beating yourself up over not doing the thing you're not doing" is honestly life-changing, even life-saving, advice.
This concept was introduced to me as "run the dishwasher twice" and was an important part of my executive functioning recovery as well as my path to self-acceptance.
Shift I come to the bridge my car edges into lower gear I look at the water far below and something ugly reaches up old and dark taunts me to turn the wheel sings of nothing, sweet, unburdened nothing but a laundry list a speck of verse bobbing in Missouri's flow #vss365
Small we all start there, don't we? tiny amongst the giants our very nature trusting our cries will be met with comfort and falling into silence when they teach us not to bother #emoetry
Road fear knows only familiar turns nods curtly at streets named after those who forged their own stares aghast as I remove my shoes place feet on living earth and cross a field for a better view #vss365
Critical when is it, exactly we learn not to scream but accept our aloneness and wander face down #poetry
I wonder how life would be if our inner world had show notes or drama reels if our inner struggles were simply...known as obvious and transparent as shoe size or hairstyle if pain and fear were ubiquitous might we love our own? #poetry
Balance I mean I can't think of it without imagining I'd gain The Force if only I got there and dreams of lightsabers sidetrack the quest with a smile #vss365
Sprint I mean, I might just do that but I feel like I need to keep my mind on the verizon and whatever the hell a t-mobile even is #vss365
Momentum how often i let fear of being too much hold me back from sharing a simple, painful truth: I love you and it's too soon and i'm ridiculous but at least i've stared into the soul of me and said what's achingly true #vss365