Petra
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance (CS)
Poetry and other words
like music, nature, photography and art
Poetry and other worlds
Poetry and other words
like music, nature, photography and art
Poetry and other worlds
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little bird slept
with the ghosts
in the garden...
and her dreams
were deep and soft
almost as if she knew
when the heart can
breathe, love lasts
with the ghosts
in the garden...
and her dreams
were deep and soft
almost as if she knew
when the heart can
breathe, love lasts
April 27, 2026 at 10:16 AM
little bird slept
with the ghosts
in the garden...
and her dreams
were deep and soft
almost as if she knew
when the heart can
breathe, love lasts
with the ghosts
in the garden...
and her dreams
were deep and soft
almost as if she knew
when the heart can
breathe, love lasts
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sorrow is a flower picked
a heart made rootless
the soul wandering—
the sky without a bird
🥀
a heart made rootless
the soul wandering—
the sky without a bird
🥀
April 9, 2026 at 3:41 AM
sorrow is a flower picked
a heart made rootless
the soul wandering—
the sky without a bird
🥀
a heart made rootless
the soul wandering—
the sky without a bird
🥀
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thy wrists
are holy
which are the keepers
of the keys of thy blood
— ee cummings
my love [excerpt]
photo: natalia drepina
are holy
which are the keepers
of the keys of thy blood
— ee cummings
my love [excerpt]
photo: natalia drepina
December 29, 2024 at 10:31 PM
thy wrists
are holy
which are the keepers
of the keys of thy blood
— ee cummings
my love [excerpt]
photo: natalia drepina
are holy
which are the keepers
of the keys of thy blood
— ee cummings
my love [excerpt]
photo: natalia drepina
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And, the edges of your soul,
I haven't seen yet
And I'm glad I get forever
to see where you went
~ Noah Kahan
Forever
I haven't seen yet
And I'm glad I get forever
to see where you went
~ Noah Kahan
Forever
March 15, 2026 at 11:02 AM
And, the edges of your soul,
I haven't seen yet
And I'm glad I get forever
to see where you went
~ Noah Kahan
Forever
I haven't seen yet
And I'm glad I get forever
to see where you went
~ Noah Kahan
Forever
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i feed the birds
and remember
Persephone and
the pomegranate
seeds... and the
depth of Winter's
love
🥀
and remember
Persephone and
the pomegranate
seeds... and the
depth of Winter's
love
🥀
January 24, 2026 at 4:26 PM
i feed the birds
and remember
Persephone and
the pomegranate
seeds... and the
depth of Winter's
love
🥀
and remember
Persephone and
the pomegranate
seeds... and the
depth of Winter's
love
🥀
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we're just the altar
of love's offering
of love's offering
January 13, 2026 at 4:48 PM
we're just the altar
of love's offering
of love's offering
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it was easy
at dusk to slip
away, to walk into
the lavender sea...
lost as a ghostly
wisp of moon
at dusk to slip
away, to walk into
the lavender sea...
lost as a ghostly
wisp of moon
January 13, 2026 at 7:42 AM
it was easy
at dusk to slip
away, to walk into
the lavender sea...
lost as a ghostly
wisp of moon
at dusk to slip
away, to walk into
the lavender sea...
lost as a ghostly
wisp of moon
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Yule.
🎨 Amanda Clark
🎨 Amanda Clark
December 21, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Yule.
🎨 Amanda Clark
🎨 Amanda Clark
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December 21, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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candle dance
the tick-tick gentle
of the clock
an indigo sky…
i watch the snow
celestial as it falls
and softly so
the tick-tick gentle
of the clock
an indigo sky…
i watch the snow
celestial as it falls
and softly so
November 11, 2025 at 12:43 AM
candle dance
the tick-tick gentle
of the clock
an indigo sky…
i watch the snow
celestial as it falls
and softly so
the tick-tick gentle
of the clock
an indigo sky…
i watch the snow
celestial as it falls
and softly so
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Not the stars. I go out to see
the night's midnight blue
and the deep, empty
spaces in between
- the parting of our fingertips -
inhabited by our loss.
One life is only as close to the next
as the stars appear to us;
as if we could measure it
between our finger
and our thumb.
#poetry
the night's midnight blue
and the deep, empty
spaces in between
- the parting of our fingertips -
inhabited by our loss.
One life is only as close to the next
as the stars appear to us;
as if we could measure it
between our finger
and our thumb.
#poetry
September 9, 2025 at 9:53 PM
Not the stars. I go out to see
the night's midnight blue
and the deep, empty
spaces in between
- the parting of our fingertips -
inhabited by our loss.
One life is only as close to the next
as the stars appear to us;
as if we could measure it
between our finger
and our thumb.
#poetry
the night's midnight blue
and the deep, empty
spaces in between
- the parting of our fingertips -
inhabited by our loss.
One life is only as close to the next
as the stars appear to us;
as if we could measure it
between our finger
and our thumb.
#poetry
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It was the ocean between them
with every color
of the sea,
an entanglement
of storm and depth
of grey and green
and the blue that bound
the two together.
with every color
of the sea,
an entanglement
of storm and depth
of grey and green
and the blue that bound
the two together.
August 14, 2025 at 12:33 PM
It was the ocean between them
with every color
of the sea,
an entanglement
of storm and depth
of grey and green
and the blue that bound
the two together.
with every color
of the sea,
an entanglement
of storm and depth
of grey and green
and the blue that bound
the two together.
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⋅ ˙ . ☽ ˙ . ˙ ⋅
gentle night
gentle night
July 25, 2025 at 1:42 AM
⋅ ˙ . ☽ ˙ . ˙ ⋅
gentle night
gentle night
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july
the month
i sip from
fine china tea cups
filled of blood and sand
the month
i sip from
fine china tea cups
filled of blood and sand
July 1, 2025 at 1:39 AM
july
the month
i sip from
fine china tea cups
filled of blood and sand
the month
i sip from
fine china tea cups
filled of blood and sand
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the soul is where
we touch and heal
explore, remember
selves to self, to other
all the rest is dross
we touch and heal
explore, remember
selves to self, to other
all the rest is dross
June 6, 2025 at 8:48 PM
the soul is where
we touch and heal
explore, remember
selves to self, to other
all the rest is dross
we touch and heal
explore, remember
selves to self, to other
all the rest is dross
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May 5, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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May 6, 2025 at 3:50 PM
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i hold you like the sky
which is to say, you
already live inside
my heart —
(the heart of a bird)
🥀
which is to say, you
already live inside
my heart —
(the heart of a bird)
🥀
May 3, 2025 at 11:04 PM
i hold you like the sky
which is to say, you
already live inside
my heart —
(the heart of a bird)
🥀
which is to say, you
already live inside
my heart —
(the heart of a bird)
🥀
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after all that's
happened to me
in this i believe—
sometimes ghosts
are angels and
darkness is
light...
Stephen Spera
happened to me
in this i believe—
sometimes ghosts
are angels and
darkness is
light...
Stephen Spera
May 3, 2025 at 9:04 PM
after all that's
happened to me
in this i believe—
sometimes ghosts
are angels and
darkness is
light...
Stephen Spera
happened to me
in this i believe—
sometimes ghosts
are angels and
darkness is
light...
Stephen Spera
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Always speaking
with intention—
Ancestral sky.
with intention—
Ancestral sky.
May 3, 2025 at 9:21 PM
Always speaking
with intention—
Ancestral sky.
with intention—
Ancestral sky.
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