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lucille clifton
JASPER TEXAS 1998
"i was chosen to speak by the members of my body"
"i am done with this dust. i am done."
JASPER TEXAS 1998
"i was chosen to speak by the members of my body"
"i am done with this dust. i am done."
September 4, 2026 at 11:43 AM
lucille clifton
JASPER TEXAS 1998
"i was chosen to speak by the members of my body"
"i am done with this dust. i am done."
JASPER TEXAS 1998
"i was chosen to speak by the members of my body"
"i am done with this dust. i am done."
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August 21, 2026 at 11:07 PM
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I'll never get over this poem.
From Dorianne Laux's book, Smoke: bookshop.org/a/862/9781880238868
#poem #booksky #writing
From Dorianne Laux's book, Smoke: bookshop.org/a/862/9781880238868
#poem #booksky #writing
August 11, 2026 at 3:20 PM
I'll never get over this poem.
From Dorianne Laux's book, Smoke: bookshop.org/a/862/9781880238868
#poem #booksky #writing
From Dorianne Laux's book, Smoke: bookshop.org/a/862/9781880238868
#poem #booksky #writing
The problem with entitlement is
You never have enough.
So no matter how long you live,
Or how much you get,
You die wanting.
It’s a bad way to live,
And a bad way to die.
#poetry
You never have enough.
So no matter how long you live,
Or how much you get,
You die wanting.
It’s a bad way to live,
And a bad way to die.
#poetry
July 18, 2026 at 9:29 AM
The problem with entitlement is
You never have enough.
So no matter how long you live,
Or how much you get,
You die wanting.
It’s a bad way to live,
And a bad way to die.
#poetry
You never have enough.
So no matter how long you live,
Or how much you get,
You die wanting.
It’s a bad way to live,
And a bad way to die.
#poetry
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June 28, 2026 at 4:22 PM
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A Bluesky Bedtime Fairy Tale:
The Queen Who Collected Skins
In a kingdom stitched from dandelion fluffs
there lived a Queen who collected skins….
#poetry #writing #fairytales #myth
The Queen Who Collected Skins
In a kingdom stitched from dandelion fluffs
there lived a Queen who collected skins….
#poetry #writing #fairytales #myth
June 20, 2026 at 1:46 AM
A Bluesky Bedtime Fairy Tale:
The Queen Who Collected Skins
In a kingdom stitched from dandelion fluffs
there lived a Queen who collected skins….
#poetry #writing #fairytales #myth
The Queen Who Collected Skins
In a kingdom stitched from dandelion fluffs
there lived a Queen who collected skins….
#poetry #writing #fairytales #myth
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Life Advice
#poetry
If I had one piece of advice,
it would not be to chase happiness,
for happiness is like the weather
beautiful,
brief,
and beyond your command.
#poetry
If I had one piece of advice,
it would not be to chase happiness,
for happiness is like the weather
beautiful,
brief,
and beyond your command.
June 18, 2026 at 2:08 PM
Life Advice
#poetry
If I had one piece of advice,
it would not be to chase happiness,
for happiness is like the weather
beautiful,
brief,
and beyond your command.
#poetry
If I had one piece of advice,
it would not be to chase happiness,
for happiness is like the weather
beautiful,
brief,
and beyond your command.
If something is ‘bunk’, and then you ’debunk’ it, what is it then?
June 16, 2026 at 2:31 PM
If something is ‘bunk’, and then you ’debunk’ it, what is it then?
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June 13, 2026 at 3:26 PM
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The seams…
The knots begin, as they always do,
with a single thought pulled loose
from the fabric of an ordinary day.
Suddenly my mind is connecting catastrophes
from patches of the past,
running ahead of me.
#poetry
The knots begin, as they always do,
with a single thought pulled loose
from the fabric of an ordinary day.
Suddenly my mind is connecting catastrophes
from patches of the past,
running ahead of me.
#poetry
June 11, 2026 at 11:52 AM
The seams…
The knots begin, as they always do,
with a single thought pulled loose
from the fabric of an ordinary day.
Suddenly my mind is connecting catastrophes
from patches of the past,
running ahead of me.
#poetry
The knots begin, as they always do,
with a single thought pulled loose
from the fabric of an ordinary day.
Suddenly my mind is connecting catastrophes
from patches of the past,
running ahead of me.
#poetry
June 10, 2026 at 5:08 PM
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A dangerous moment
For one dangerous moment,
I begin to believe
That tomorrow is promised
And today matters because of it.
But I have learned
Even if tomorrow never comes,
#poetry
For one dangerous moment,
I begin to believe
That tomorrow is promised
And today matters because of it.
But I have learned
Even if tomorrow never comes,
#poetry
June 9, 2026 at 8:37 PM
A dangerous moment
For one dangerous moment,
I begin to believe
That tomorrow is promised
And today matters because of it.
But I have learned
Even if tomorrow never comes,
#poetry
For one dangerous moment,
I begin to believe
That tomorrow is promised
And today matters because of it.
But I have learned
Even if tomorrow never comes,
#poetry
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#vss365 #Life
Before birth, I was part of my mother’s body.
She was once part of her mother’s body, as was her #mother who was once part of her mother’s body . . .
. . . and so on for tens of thousands of mothers’ mothers.
This living chain makes me 2 billion years old,
later this month.
Before birth, I was part of my mother’s body.
She was once part of her mother’s body, as was her #mother who was once part of her mother’s body . . .
. . . and so on for tens of thousands of mothers’ mothers.
This living chain makes me 2 billion years old,
later this month.
June 8, 2026 at 6:30 PM
There is no cold;
It is only the absence of heat.
There is no stillness;
Only the absence of motion.
No dark, though
The shadows do appear to move.
#poetry
It is only the absence of heat.
There is no stillness;
Only the absence of motion.
No dark, though
The shadows do appear to move.
#poetry
June 8, 2026 at 8:22 PM
There is no cold;
It is only the absence of heat.
There is no stillness;
Only the absence of motion.
No dark, though
The shadows do appear to move.
#poetry
It is only the absence of heat.
There is no stillness;
Only the absence of motion.
No dark, though
The shadows do appear to move.
#poetry
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@prettyvulgar.bsky.social @donkee.bsky.social submission.
This has been edited again slightly.
Love letter
Dear me of tomorrow:
I hope this poem finds you well.
Are your hands steadier?
is your breath less negotiated,
your heart no longer asking permission
to beat? …
#poetry
This has been edited again slightly.
Love letter
Dear me of tomorrow:
I hope this poem finds you well.
Are your hands steadier?
is your breath less negotiated,
your heart no longer asking permission
to beat? …
#poetry
May 22, 2026 at 4:11 PM
@prettyvulgar.bsky.social @donkee.bsky.social submission.
This has been edited again slightly.
Love letter
Dear me of tomorrow:
I hope this poem finds you well.
Are your hands steadier?
is your breath less negotiated,
your heart no longer asking permission
to beat? …
#poetry
This has been edited again slightly.
Love letter
Dear me of tomorrow:
I hope this poem finds you well.
Are your hands steadier?
is your breath less negotiated,
your heart no longer asking permission
to beat? …
#poetry
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At the edge of it
you hesitate
because something in you
recognizes the gravity
of the door.
Thresholds whisper a frequency
of skin prickling with the knowing
that who you were
cannot follow where you are going.
#poetry #tarot #witchcraft
you hesitate
because something in you
recognizes the gravity
of the door.
Thresholds whisper a frequency
of skin prickling with the knowing
that who you were
cannot follow where you are going.
#poetry #tarot #witchcraft
April 28, 2026 at 1:15 AM
At the edge of it
you hesitate
because something in you
recognizes the gravity
of the door.
Thresholds whisper a frequency
of skin prickling with the knowing
that who you were
cannot follow where you are going.
#poetry #tarot #witchcraft
you hesitate
because something in you
recognizes the gravity
of the door.
Thresholds whisper a frequency
of skin prickling with the knowing
that who you were
cannot follow where you are going.
#poetry #tarot #witchcraft
“A robot is beating human pros at table tennis. Its maker calls it a milestone for machines.” — AP News
Seriously? Never heard of ‘Pong’?
Seriously? Never heard of ‘Pong’?
April 26, 2026 at 10:50 AM
“A robot is beating human pros at table tennis. Its maker calls it a milestone for machines.” — AP News
Seriously? Never heard of ‘Pong’?
Seriously? Never heard of ‘Pong’?
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What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired ~ K.E. Sermonté
"I want quiet.
I want the mercy of being unseen
without being unloved."
"I want quiet.
I want the mercy of being unseen
without being unloved."
April 19, 2026 at 5:25 PM
What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired ~ K.E. Sermonté
"I want quiet.
I want the mercy of being unseen
without being unloved."
"I want quiet.
I want the mercy of being unseen
without being unloved."
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The Loneliness of Clarity
The loneliness of clarity
is not silence
it is noise no one else can hear.
It is standing in a crowded room
while the walls whisper truths
through their cracks,
and everyone else calls it stillness.
#poetry #SenseWrds #prompt205
The loneliness of clarity
is not silence
it is noise no one else can hear.
It is standing in a crowded room
while the walls whisper truths
through their cracks,
and everyone else calls it stillness.
#poetry #SenseWrds #prompt205
April 2, 2026 at 11:26 PM
The Loneliness of Clarity
The loneliness of clarity
is not silence
it is noise no one else can hear.
It is standing in a crowded room
while the walls whisper truths
through their cracks,
and everyone else calls it stillness.
#poetry #SenseWrds #prompt205
The loneliness of clarity
is not silence
it is noise no one else can hear.
It is standing in a crowded room
while the walls whisper truths
through their cracks,
and everyone else calls it stillness.
#poetry #SenseWrds #prompt205
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The Magic of Words
Words are small things
until they are not.
A whisper can bend the spine of night,
it can slip beneath a locked door,
and coil around a tired heart.
#poetry #magic #witchcraft
Words are small things
until they are not.
A whisper can bend the spine of night,
it can slip beneath a locked door,
and coil around a tired heart.
#poetry #magic #witchcraft
March 25, 2026 at 6:24 PM
The Magic of Words
Words are small things
until they are not.
A whisper can bend the spine of night,
it can slip beneath a locked door,
and coil around a tired heart.
#poetry #magic #witchcraft
Words are small things
until they are not.
A whisper can bend the spine of night,
it can slip beneath a locked door,
and coil around a tired heart.
#poetry #magic #witchcraft
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From The Essential W.S. Merwin: bookshop.org/a/862/9781556595134
Merwin passed on March 15, 2019.
#poem #booksky #writing
Merwin passed on March 15, 2019.
#poem #booksky #writing
March 15, 2026 at 1:20 PM
From The Essential W.S. Merwin: bookshop.org/a/862/9781556595134
Merwin passed on March 15, 2019.
#poem #booksky #writing
Merwin passed on March 15, 2019.
#poem #booksky #writing
Writers, try to remember that a ‘regiment’ is a unit of military organization, while a ‘regimen’ is a training program. You can train a ‘regiment’ using a ‘regimen,’ but you can’t refer to your training montage as a ‘regiment.’
March 1, 2026 at 12:51 PM
Writers, try to remember that a ‘regiment’ is a unit of military organization, while a ‘regimen’ is a training program. You can train a ‘regiment’ using a ‘regimen,’ but you can’t refer to your training montage as a ‘regiment.’
