Josh Stone
@joshstonepoetry.bsky.social
Kentucky Poet. Educator. Percussionist. Writer. Administrator. Dreamer. Gardener. Hiker. Worrier.
Anyone else experiencing extreme writer’s block? I feel like I’m living in survival mode all the time and I cannot get out of my own head…
May 21, 2026 at 12:56 AM
Anyone else experiencing extreme writer’s block? I feel like I’m living in survival mode all the time and I cannot get out of my own head…
If you hate fascists, we can be friends.
January 26, 2026 at 3:02 AM
If you hate fascists, we can be friends.
Frozen solid days
Many suns growing hotter
Ice will surely melt
🧊☀️💦✌🏻
Many suns growing hotter
Ice will surely melt
🧊☀️💦✌🏻
January 19, 2026 at 4:03 AM
Frozen solid days
Many suns growing hotter
Ice will surely melt
🧊☀️💦✌🏻
Many suns growing hotter
Ice will surely melt
🧊☀️💦✌🏻
Excited to have three poems in this anthology. Currently sitting at #3 on Amazon’s best selling poetry collection, just behind Matthew McConaughey’s new book 😎
October 1, 2025 at 11:24 PM
Excited to have three poems in this anthology. Currently sitting at #3 on Amazon’s best selling poetry collection, just behind Matthew McConaughey’s new book 😎
the yard feels larger now without you
wildflowers have laid down in the grass,
branches hang heavier with silence
I’ve put the feeders away
with each departure
wings and words fold into the air
I stand in the ache you left
slowly learning to let go
without calling back
#poetry #KYPoet #grief
wildflowers have laid down in the grass,
branches hang heavier with silence
I’ve put the feeders away
with each departure
wings and words fold into the air
I stand in the ache you left
slowly learning to let go
without calling back
#poetry #KYPoet #grief
September 28, 2025 at 1:21 PM
at least losing you
has helped me understand
why the songbirds scatter
when I get too close
though I’ve only ever fed them
and shared dreams of taking flight
they do not see my open hand
only the shadow that falls before it
and though I walk as softly as I know how
the earth still trembles
#poetry
has helped me understand
why the songbirds scatter
when I get too close
though I’ve only ever fed them
and shared dreams of taking flight
they do not see my open hand
only the shadow that falls before it
and though I walk as softly as I know how
the earth still trembles
#poetry
September 27, 2025 at 11:31 AM
at least losing you
has helped me understand
why the songbirds scatter
when I get too close
though I’ve only ever fed them
and shared dreams of taking flight
they do not see my open hand
only the shadow that falls before it
and though I walk as softly as I know how
the earth still trembles
#poetry
has helped me understand
why the songbirds scatter
when I get too close
though I’ve only ever fed them
and shared dreams of taking flight
they do not see my open hand
only the shadow that falls before it
and though I walk as softly as I know how
the earth still trembles
#poetry
Tonight, I almost told her. I almost whispered it into the dark, into the space where we usually laid down the small truths of our lives. The words pressed against my teeth like glass— sharp. But I swallowed them.
She stirred. “Are you okay? You seem tired.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just tired.”
#Poetry
She stirred. “Are you okay? You seem tired.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just tired.”
#Poetry
September 23, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Tonight, I almost told her. I almost whispered it into the dark, into the space where we usually laid down the small truths of our lives. The words pressed against my teeth like glass— sharp. But I swallowed them.
She stirred. “Are you okay? You seem tired.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just tired.”
#Poetry
She stirred. “Are you okay? You seem tired.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just tired.”
#Poetry
Reposted by Josh Stone
there’s thunder
brewing on her tongue
her bones are beating
drum, drum, drum
all their training’s
come undone
there’s rage
in her ribcage
and lightning
in her lungs
#poetry
brewing on her tongue
her bones are beating
drum, drum, drum
all their training’s
come undone
there’s rage
in her ribcage
and lightning
in her lungs
#poetry
September 18, 2025 at 11:03 PM
there’s thunder
brewing on her tongue
her bones are beating
drum, drum, drum
all their training’s
come undone
there’s rage
in her ribcage
and lightning
in her lungs
#poetry
brewing on her tongue
her bones are beating
drum, drum, drum
all their training’s
come undone
there’s rage
in her ribcage
and lightning
in her lungs
#poetry
Just signed my first author contract.
👏 Clap for me! 👏
👏 Clap for me! 👏
September 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
Just signed my first author contract.
👏 Clap for me! 👏
👏 Clap for me! 👏
September 16, 2025 at 1:29 AM
Yesterday, I almost said what was on my mind.
September 14, 2025 at 11:10 PM
Yesterday, I almost said what was on my mind.
Which news channel does your father watch?
Not what kind of books does he read
Not who is his favorite poet
Not who or what inspires him
Not whether he prefers Monet or O’Keeffe
Not Rock n roll or Jazz or Classical top 10s
Not his thoughts on existentialism
Not his wildflower garden
#poetry #KYpoet
Not what kind of books does he read
Not who is his favorite poet
Not who or what inspires him
Not whether he prefers Monet or O’Keeffe
Not Rock n roll or Jazz or Classical top 10s
Not his thoughts on existentialism
Not his wildflower garden
#poetry #KYpoet
September 14, 2025 at 1:52 AM