The sun set in the #west…until it didn’t. We adapted; places renamed, new compasses issued. Then the world started to spin faster & faster. Who needs compasses when we’re all squatting in the desert, holding onto our belongings, listening to the the cities slide. #scifi#vss365
Oh how she wished for this
Just to wash the dishes
And clean sheets
And lie back quiet with the stars
Having found her peace
But this —
Is more
And as a fright quickened her blood just momentarily
In the contrast she could see
Within the #monotony
Moments of joy
#vss365
The blight
became #monotonous
Towns crumbling
into haze
Allegory and psychodrama
are just
the latest phase
Little fields
of wildflowers
making silence pay
#vss365#monotonous#poetry
He has a spot for you
on his wall,
between the rocking horse
missing a limb,
and the necklace of love locks
from the Pont des Arts.
When you no longer fit the mood,
when the #monotony of the world
has bled you dry,
there’s a place
where all things fade.
#vss365
There is an oasis in the desert of despair, the Librarian said. We are the oasis, with our books and music, and art, an oasis of humanity.
#vss365#oasis
It's a double rainbow! the Librarian cried. A good omen.
And sun and rain, said the fox girl.
Mystical signs, of hope, said the bobcat.
#vss365#mystical
"I wanted a #brownie that would do housework at night, but the one who responded to my ad was the woodland kind."
"What's the difference?"
"He's growing a forest in my living room and rides around on small, wild animals in saddles."
"I fail to see how that's a problem."
#vss365
Despite the hushed tones, she’d heard. Their shadows flickered in the firelight like their serpent tongues. A #scintilla of something primal awoke. She sat unflinching, watching w the detached fascination of a decision made, as the fire grew until it raged out of control. #vss365
Had we but space and time, we could see the whole story unfolding, the Librarian said. How it all began, how it ends, how it begins again.
#vss365#space
A damp couch
Under an old elm tree
Soaking in the #liminal mist
That hangs still & close
It whispers the party is over
What’s been done
Is sleeping
Let it be
#vss365
blood maiden. moon and fire
conspire to find
under breath water
red and hot
pink and hard
sword and scabbard pulsing to be
bare and brazen
iris and ichor
shadowed in the wind