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✍️writing a memoir🎙host of the podcast “finding light in loss”..I love nature & animals…host @thepenflows.bsky.social & co-host @quickquill.bsky.social
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#vss365 #jayna we were two outliers who found each other #haiku majestic and magical

This week's #BornBattleReady prompt word is: UNCTUOUS Submit your poem by using our hashtag (QRT with hashtag if no space). Include your poem in this 🧵 for added engagement! Submissions close on Sunday at 9am EST. The only rule is to aim for the heart— and don’t miss! 🖤⚔️🤍

The Last Howl The old wolf stood by the frozen river, his breath curling in the crisp air. His fur, streaked with silver, carried the stories of years well-lived. The wind rustled the pines, bringing the familiar scents of the land—earth, ice, and distant prey #writing #mywords

Confident through The cold, The gray, The fog, The rainstorm — I know where I am, And where I came from. Where I’m heading? I've seen that place Countless times before. March 1st, 2025 #vsspoem prompt: #Countless Share. Boost. Walk on. #poetrycommunity #poetry #prompt #AmWriting #WordedArt

I don't count words. I don't have a regular writing routine, but I write in bed at all times of the day. My writing habits may be an #outlier, but I'm on track to self-publish at the end of the year. I'm not going to market my book, because that's not me. And I'll probably stop writing. #vss365

When silence choked too thick to scream I found my voice in ink and dream A shattered past a world unkind Yet words rebuilt my broken mind Through every wound every scar I bled my pain onto the stars Pages held what I could not say And darkness dimmed along the way #poetry #poem

She searched—for answers, for belonging, for truth. She dug through records, chased ghosts of the past. She walked away when she had to. Some called her restless. Others, lost. She knew better. She was an outlier. And outliers don’t follow the path. They make their own #vss365

#vssdaily The hawk circled high above the field, its sharp eyes scanning the earth below. Liz watched from the porch, sipping her coffee, mesmerized by its silent hunt. It reminded her of her mother—fierce, watchful, always protecting As the hawk dove swiftly,Anna smiled. Some things never changed

Soon, I will be saying goodbye…again. I say that way more often than hellos.

The #vssdaily #prompt for February 28, 2025 is #hawk

She loved in a reckless degree, wild and sharp, a storm unbound. Burning bridges, breaking skin, leaving echoes in her wake. Yet even storms have quiet eyes, moments where the sky stands still. I searched for her there— but the winds always took her back. #vsspoem

Rolling changes Rearranging All degrees of trivial, Clogging up existing patterns, Resolving to the usual. February 28th, 2025 #vsspoem prompt: #Degree Share. Boost. As you were. #poetrycommunity #poetry #prompt #AmWriting #WordedArt

Quoting myself... Okay, I have to say this one hit me where it counts. It brought back a feelings & memories, it brought back truths. Really well written, very touching in its wake. I really liked it a great deal. Excellent job, thank you so much for sharing it with us & do come again

Here are the links to all my writing profiles. I like to think there’s something for everybody here, in most genres. Take a look! Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/user/JanGoes...

My dad was never afraid to say I love you. He said it often, freely, with a warmth that left no room for doubt. He was so strong for so long, holding up everyone around him, In the end, the weight of it became too much. He saved everyone else, but not himself #ThursdayThoughts

We're skipping stones Look at us fly! Cutting distraction's air Shedding vortices of despair Kissing consciousness Contouring the fluid Waves of influence Roll on through it Propagating, culminating In a magical coincidence of souls Thursday's #vss365 #prompt is #contour

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“They say you’re a zoophilist.” “I am, but I make this substantial donation to the aquarium today as a zoo philanthropist.” “The last guy who gave us a check this big ended up sleeping with the fishes.” “That’s zoophilia.” “No, it was mafia money laundering...” #vss #sff

Thigh high riding boots. And a little black corset with the #fringe on top. #vss365

Haiku's are pure class. Create art within the lines. Should I shave my balls?

Invisible rail system Inherited destinations Bloodlines #vss365 #poetry #micropoetry #haiku #senryu #haikusaturday #resist #liege #BlueSkyArtShow #Monochrome #lines #streetphotography

Lost in a way on a plain of featureless #contours The past is gone Just dry grass and blowing brush We search in the distance for outlines of something we trust A footprint to step upon But we see only shadows And torn remnants blowing by Those pieces reminding us #vss365 #poetry

I trace the #contour of your face as you lay beside me. You smile, but say nothing as your eyes remain closed. Peace such as this is something we rarely see now. I lay my head on your shoulder and sigh. We drink the moment in and tuck it away. #vss365

#vss365 #contours

endlessly adrift contoured ripples finish dreams supportive mirage lost at sea, sick from motion waterbeds were so dumb #poetsofbluesky #vss365 #tanka #tankathursday #poetry #poem #tankapoem

#vss365 With her fingers, she traced the #contour of his brain. Her fingertips slipped between the organ's grooves & folds as she searched his thoughts, memories, & emotions, which she absorbed through her semipermeable skin. His sexual fantasies & memories gave her cause to linger, gasp & smile.

soft contours hide within my galvanized skin quiet corners of calm contemplation soothing chaos my spring has come again, steeled heart & sterling soul let growth begin #vss365 #contour

His face had changed w/ time, but the #contours of him—his sharp jawline, the smirk that never quite reached his eyes—remained the same. He stood on the porch under a flickering light, cigarette smoke curling ‘round him like a ghostly reminder of all I’d tried to forget #vss365

Good morning! I appreciate this space & all of you. Connection—no matter where or how we find it—makes life a little brighter. Hope you’re all doing well, and if not, I’m sending you kindness and strength. Stay safe, stay true, & take care of yourselves. You matter 💚

#februarty #magenta

#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry #Writing & All: I’m Sick~BBS~ In the #interim👇 “I hope there are days when your coffee tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, strangers make you smile, and the night sky touches your soul. I hope you fall in love with being alive again.” ~author unknown L, A

Nature and her secrets.... #photography #nature #WaterWednesday #listen #daybyday

A child once lost in the shadowed past, drifting through storms too brutal to last. Bruised by the weight of hands and words, seeking a home in a world unheard. Runaway Sundays, feet on the street, chasing a love I was longing to meet #moonmystic #poetry

Darth Vader bowled in The interim between wars The Empire strikes back! #vss365 #haiku

After God created the heavens and the earth, there was darkness, a black #interim wherein his first creations dwelled. With the coming of light, the firstborn were banished to the outer void. There, they still fester, nursing their hatred with a desperate longing for home. #vss365 #amwriting

This brain is me, ad #interim. At some other junction, I can be a clatter of wings, a roaring beehive, an electric eel swirling in the secret layer of the Sargasso, and a loud ping of a breaking guitar string. And then there will also be rain. The rain never ends. #vss365 #microfiction

My new story has just been published by @translunartl.bsky.social ☺️ 💙📚 #amwritingfantasy Read "For the Love of Drowning Isles" here: translunartravelerslounge.com/2025/02/15/f...

light seeps into this #interim filling these particular holes in ways of erasure growing oxymorons out of #thoroughbred bones a wilding of off key tones #fringed in frayed figments forever fighting todays failed foray #vss365

For years, my life felt like an #interim— a space between what was & what could be. I searched for faces I had lost, for answers that sometimes hurt more than the questions. Somewhere between the grief & the healing, I found solid ground. I built a life something real #vss365 #writing

#Vss365 Watching the tides come in and in that #interim breath between what's true now and will be then Life only makes sense when she waits no more Painting: "Girl at Window", 1925 ~ Salvador Dalí

Her eyes were as blue as I remembered— bright, clear, the kind of blue that made me think of summer skies and safety “I knew you’d come back someday” she whispered holding my hand… This is an excerpt from my memoir I just finished the first draft. #memoir #book #WritingCommunity

Black dahlia crime scene No witnesses to murder Case remains open #haikuchallenge (dahlia) #3lines #blacksky #micropoetry #art #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #makesomenoise

A poem I wrote about life. Happy Saturday #poetry #writing “The storm will rage, the winds will call, Shadows rise, and tears may fall. But even in the darkest night, A single star still burns so bright.”

Oh my sister the moon, you come to me with your hands cupped - purple dark spilling through your fingers, you hold to my lips and I drink all that you have left there I will carry this with me into the new dawn but I will return to drink again of your murky waters