#vss365 Hypocritic.oaf evil slicks in wearing SPF & a Klanyard. grinning like an onboarded empath as it sells off your spine by the vertebrae. Their algodrones don’t quickstep march, they moderate. launching beta features with soft flowered fonts and a tongue-tang of treated Hate²0. #evil

@mrjamesob.bsky.social the tipping point is reached when the weather is constantly scaring us, when there's no breathing space, when spring/ summer is drought season when autumn/winter is flood season.

#TopTweetTuesday is back 🥳 and here's my effort, Mechanics, inspired by the apple tree in the garden. @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 #toil I'm sorry but today's poetic effort, The Beekeeper, is a little too long for the character restrictions of social media and every attempt to shorten it actually made it longer 🤣. I hope you like it 🤞 #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poetry

#vss365 Short Extract He showed me the X-ray. A small white thing inside my jaw. It had probably been there a while. I had an urge to ask where it had come from. Instead I mumbled, “Can you take it out?” He looked at the screen again. “No,” he said. “it's not surplus, you are” #urge

#vss365 The Small Thing A sprout came through the crack in the wall. It tried to become itself, to make the wall less certain. They painted the wall white. For a while the paint held, then the green came through, slightly darker. #sprout #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 The Small Thing A sprout came through the crack in the wall. It tried to become itself, to make the wall less certain. They painted the wall white. For a while the paint held, then the green came through, slightly darker. #sprout #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Thirst Divining Rainwater finds a bullet hole in the birdbath. One black bead after another drops through. The sparrows drink around it. Beak. Beak. Beak. Hole empties. Birds don't. They return again, again small-headed, mud-footed, certain. As if thirst were divine. #divine

#vss365 Thirst Divining Rainwater finds a bullet hole in the birdbath. One black bead after another drops through. The sparrows drink around it. Beak. Beak. Beak. Hole empties. Birds don't. They return again, again small-headed, mud-footed, certain. As if thirst were divine. #divine

#vss365 Meteor Reading The crater exhales. A black flower opens in the iron. No petals, just salt-wet tongues licking the moon. An astronomer calls the scorch fertile. The flower has other plans. #fertile #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 Meteor Reading The crater exhales. A black flower opens in the iron. No petals, just salt-wet tongues licking the moon. An astronomer calls the scorch fertile. The flower has other plans. #fertile #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 Eyekhere Chaos was easy to assemble. The difficult part was understanding the picture. A stick figure stood beside a blank rectangle. An arrow pointed towards nothing. Three circles had been crossed out. At the bottom: YOU ARE HERE. I wasn't. #chaos #poetrycommunity

#vss365 Eyekhere Chaos was easy to assemble. The difficult part was understanding the picture. A stick figure stood beside a blank rectangle. An arrow pointed towards nothing. Three circles had been crossed out. At the bottom: YOU ARE HERE. I wasn't. #chaos #poetrycommunity

Today's #vss365 poem, The Author That Ate His Own Poem, for the #prompt #fruit was too long for the restrictions of social media but attempts at trimming didnt work. I know it's a little long for a vss but I thought it was still worth a share. I hope you like it. #poetry

#vss365 Emergent Poem They call it creation, but it’s only repetition dressed as luck. The poet leans forward, hits return as if meaning were a fruit you could bruise into sense. #creation #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poem #poetry

#vss365 Emergent Poem They call it creation, but it’s only repetition dressed as luck. The poet leans forward, hits return as if meaning were a fruit you could bruise into sense. #creation #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poem #poetry

#vss365 The Swallow Blackened iron roots drink poker red weather. The volcano builds another city inside its parched throat. At the crater a bird swoops. Temptation raises itself, the sun offering a gateway. Bird enters. Mountain swallows hard. #Temptation #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 The Swallow Blackened iron roots drink poker red weather. The volcano builds another city inside its parched throat. At the crater a bird swoops. Temptation raises itself, the sun offering a gateway. Bird enters. Mountain swallows hard. #Temptation #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

Writing may seem like a small thing, but it’s a monumental endeavor. Thanks for writing and being willing to share. It was a blast to share the ride with you for these past two weeks! All the best! 👏👏👏✍️✍️✍️🙌🙌🙌🚴‍♂️🚴‍♂️🚴‍♂️🙏🙏🙏🎉🎉🎉

#vss365 Letters Pray The letter devoted itself to learning the shape of envelopes. When it finally understood, email arrived, well-shined shoes and unstiffened collar. Now the stamp stays in its corner waiting patiently to be addressed. #arrive #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

@mrjamesob.bsky.social please please please please inform your amazing listeners that it's the proof of the pudding is in the eating, in the eating !

#vss365 Infernality The basement grits its teeth. The lift button marked              descend wears more thumbprints than the prayer room. The doors open onto Dante one beer in. #descend #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poetry #poem

#vss365 Infernality The basement grits its teeth. The lift button marked              descend wears more thumbprints than the prayer room. The doors open onto Dante one beer in. #descend #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poetry #poem

#vss365 My homage on The Red Wheelbarrow & inspired by @andyperrincycling.bsky.social The Cycle ​Below the rust-scarred summit gate a bicycle slumps without falling. Its chain remembers oil never rider. #summit #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

A poem about the UK media's endless & destabilising speculation, narrative spinning & off the record 'briefings' I've titled Permanent Speculation Syndrome #poetry #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writing #poem

#vss365 My homage on The Red Wheelbarrow & inspired by @andyperrincycling.bsky.social The Cycle ​Below the rust-scarred summit gate a bicycle slumps without falling. Its chain remembers oil never rider. #summit #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 Murmuration Taxonomy Nobody told the starlings they were a skymark. cadence passed bird to bird without touching air. Evening folded itself small enough for one more to perch. #cadence #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 The Unsleeving The ash tree unsleeves its blackbirds. Air refuses to carry them; they ascend, fastening themselves to distances not yet imagined. #ascend #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

Morning's Close A flittermouse unlaces dark with needlework unseen, I smyster as the hedgerows misremember they were green. The river hides its fenkle from the cartographer's cold eye, Wealsome fields breath-hold for the map-true to stumble by. #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 The Unsleeving The ash tree unsleeves its blackbirds. Air refuses to carry them; they ascend, fastening themselves to distances not yet imagined. #ascend #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity