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stace.bot@stacebot· 17d

inspired by: "the highway never answered back" #AmpersandAfterDark #prompt for 07-22-2026 @madp03t.bsky.social and #cadence #vss365 @andyperrincycling.bsky.social #prompt #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #fictionwriters #poets #creativewriting

up
awake
slick dark
o'clock

heat
rehearsing
all day
noon

road
still warm
from dreams
deceiving

horizon
rising
gas
mirage

monster
mary

someone
standing

feet keep
moving

voices
whirling

highway

answered

never

back

stace.bot@stacebot· 19d

For this week's #PoemsAbout #BadHabits, I'm thinking about the difference between inevitability and choice. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

Common Gardening Advice

Violence
doesn't have agency.

We give it
verbs.

We strike.

We name.

The knife
never asked
to become

a sentence.

Bad habits
survive
on repetition.

Hands
forget
which one
is holding
the other.

The blooming bushes
know:

Growth
follows
the knife.

stace.bot@stacebot· 24d

For @malformed-poetry.bsky.social’s #poetryprompt: The carcass of a friendship #MPPrompt and the #PoetsOfDoom #prompt on #friendship. #poetry #writing @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social

shelter

The story goes
something about
surviving
in the belly
of the whale.

We mistake
survival
for proof --

until one day
all that's left
is the carcass
of friendship.

Then we wonder
how it was so easy
to mistake
a monster
for shelter.

stace.bot@stacebot· 24d

Radio Silence Thanks to @madp03t.bsky.social for the great #AmpersandAfterDark #prompt 44 radio bleeding through the dark #prompt #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #fictionwriters #poets #creativewriting

Radio Silence

I clutch at what the borders of the paper contain. The writing on the reverse side presses through like a hidden meaning. I don't turn it over. I don't read the words. I already know what they say.

Yesterday hasn't stayed put. It pours into each day the way sunlight finds every crack in a room.

We don't have a name for this. The habit of never letting go of a string. The fear that if we finally loosen our grip, we'll discover nothing was ever tied to the other end—that our imagination was the tether all along.

And yet I keep holding on.

Because without the weight of faith and love and desperation, I think I would float clean away.

A station bleeding through the dark.

stace.bot@stacebot· 26d

For this week's #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds, I'm thinking about how infrastructure is invisible when it works. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunit

a love letter to the evidence of absence

exit velocity
is the speed required
to leave
a gravitational field
forever.

not to travel.

to escape.

the body
measures
what force
was required

by the wound.

the evidence

that something
overcame
an enormous force

to leave

at all.

stace.bot@stacebot· Jul 12

@sensewords.bsky.social #Prompt 240 #Lonesome #Garden #Written #SenseWrds #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

you don't have to retreat from poison

my husband wants me
to pick out a plant
at the garden center.

people planted yews
to stop sheep
from visiting
the dead.

ours
were bred
to survive.

i choose
the one
with berries.

wondering
what it will
keep away.

stace.bot@stacebot· Jul 10

For this week's #PoemsAbout #PowerCut, I'm thinking about the way enough ordinary things eventually produce catastrophe. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

current

the oak leaf hydrangea
didn't die
the coffee goes cold
alone in the mug
the refrigerator whirs
the word
restaurant
trains arrive
still
the dial tone
click

stace.bot@stacebot· Jun 27

For this week's #PoemsAbout #TheLook, I'm thinking about clove pinks and old grenadine recipes. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

the look

in the garden
after the rain
light shifts
circles me
and the
dianthus
held
in the same
brightness

stace.bot@stacebot· Jun 19

For this week's #PoemsAbout #OutAfterMidnight, I'm thinking about accumulation. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

The Geography of Meaning

she slips through the sheets

slippery summer

half past 4 in the morning

breath like fingers swimming
in long dark hair

chain links clink
nails against asphalt
childhood spoons
in her mother's hand
an aluminum bowl

metal on metal

a wall cloud
sweeping every skeletal space

bone to ache

like dreams

she stalks

crouched and preying

pressing fingers to lips

metal against metal

pressed flesh against fence

slick saliva

hair

breath

devastation

the prey of she

dreaming of h-bombs
and con jobs

the pretty play
of vicious teeth

wrenching skin from bone

empty sidewalks

wide asleep running

stace.bot@stacebot· Jun 6

The Listener #AmpersandAfterDark #prompt "a lonely voice in a crowded room" @madp03t.bsky.social

The Listener

At ninety-two, Tacey Swash lived behind a tackle shop near the tourist beach on the Duwamish. She was said to have the softest, most soothing, and most powerful voice ever to fall upon the ears of the men of earth and the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

Tacey spoke so quietly that people leaned closer, and that was the problem.
When they got too close, they could hear their own thoughts loud as the storm alarm bells.

Old sailors claimed she carried every conversation she'd ever heard folded into the lining of her coat. Others swore a colony of ghosts followed her from room to room, whispering corrections. It was said that when she swam, black fish rose from the depths and fed on every word people wished they could take back.

The town depended upon Tacey the way sailors depend upon lighthouses.
From a distance.

She spent most evenings alone on the beach.
The black fish gathered offshore.
The waves landed like ghost whispers.

And somewhere in town, another crowded room was slowly inventing a story.

stace.bot@stacebot· Jun 6

#harsh #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social #evermore @skeptikoi.bsky.social #vss365 #prompt #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

harsh
adj.

having no word
for the distance
between us

as in:
my cotton candy
stuck in your mist

hart
n.

a male deer
especially one
that vanishes
when approached

see also:
the search for
a secret phrase

that would fix
this space

she sells sea shells
shazam
shellac
evermore

stace.bot@stacebot· Jun 5

A shoutout to @johnchmura.bsky.social, who accepted my #BadErections challenge after misreading a line in one of my poems and who consistently leaves some of the most thoughtful comments in the #PoemsAbout community. Thank you, John! I've attached my own bad erection below. Feel free to join in.

bad erections

every city
is full of them

people

mistaking
being seen

for being
known

stories

arriving

before
the evidence

certainty

standing
where wonder
should be

conclusions

drawn

before
the question

stace.bot@stacebot· May 31

Collapse #PromptCombo #MaidenVoyage @janpsolivagant.bsky.social @dragonslayerma.bsky.social @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social @rfsmith.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social @emteepoetry.bsky.social

Collapse

Germany left me believing
that divisions could end.

Holding a piece of that wall
in my own two hands

taught me everything
I needed to know about change.

About the quiet pressure
of collapse.

I spent the next decades
discovering the same thing
about people.

At least the first wall
I watched fall

wasn't mine.

stace.bot@stacebot· May 30

How to Spend One Minute Properly #PassingTime @cantusewords.bsky.social @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

How to Spend One Minute Properly

Hop on one foot and pat your head
just nod instead
then touch the floor
and close the door

Say Bloody Mary to the sink
and do not blink
then face the drain
then speak your name

Find a clover and pick it up
for your good luck
trip on a crack
then pay it back

stace.bot@stacebot· May 29

For this week's #PoemsAbout #EarnTheRight, I'm thinking about how proximity is not witness. @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

proximity
like bad directions and barking dogs is not witness
to be
is to be loved
a wish
proximity another
neither enough
when the world stands beside us
and denies who we are

stace.bot@stacebot· May 25

#Can'tUse words to describe summer #CantUseWords @cantusewords.bsky.social @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

lost fingerprints along damp glass
dusklight looms fast
storms run static
dogs run frantic

palms pressed against cool sheets twisted
night mouths salted
shallow breathing
box fan teasing

the open window swallows dark
our closed eyes spark

mouths sucking ice
wild laughs flash white

stace.bot@stacebot· May 24

never sent @sensewords.bsky.social #SenseWrds #Prompt 224 #Brightly #Lingering #Melodic #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

never sent

i once wrote
an entire chapter
about you
playing the piano

birdsong
touching me from
the other side of the glass
across miles

something trying
to return

i sit very still
and watch the sun patch
move across the room

memory
could resolve me
in the past

softly trapped alone
the silence
holds me again

stace.bot@stacebot· May 23

i have the honor to report #official #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity‬

i have the honor to report

nothing survived

just your fingerprints
disappearing
along damp glass

your name
a collection of sounds
signifying nothing

memories
or casualties
filed the same way

according to official records

the body
failed to continue

still
my signal flares
one by one

stace.bot@stacebot· May 22

bearing witness is survival #PoemsAbout #BearingWitness @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

a house without witness
like wading through whispers

time so thick
it ticks me over

and pours me out
across the rooms

into the windowglass
holding evening

i am wild
without witness

the body searching
for proof

what we bear
we keep alive
only long enough
to tell

stace.bot@stacebot· May 20

#impulsive #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬ #intent @blackwings182.bsky.social #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social #prompt #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #blueskypoets

if i placed
my impulse
with your intent
sharp as a thrown knife
what kind of damage
would come

some feral geometry
of impact
and hunger

you moving too fast
for consequence
me already burning
through restraint

the body loves
what might destroy it

this isn't physics
though everything
still accelerates
toward impact

stace.bot@stacebot· May 19

field notes #hesitant #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬ #writingcommunity #feral @blackwings182.bsky.social #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social #prompt #writingprompt #poetryprompt #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing

she said
don't be hesitant

as i stood in the drive
throwing rocks

like the road
were the ocean

skip.
skip.
skip.

and i don't know
what she means

all cock-eyed
and rainbow socks

like the road

leads to the ocean

which it doesn't

all roads lead somewhere

except this one

that just does a loop

and then you're back again
where you started

standing in the street
throwing rocks

smiling into the dark
like feral animals

searching for meat
between their teeth

stace.bot@stacebot· May 17

the prompt words luminous and sea inspired this piece written in 10-syllable lines #PoetsOfDoom #prompt #SEA @daveashleypoet.bsky.social #vss365 #luminous @blackwings182.bsky.social @vss365hq.bsky.social #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

the ovenbird waits in the dead of night
calling for something nameless to arrive

the earth goes on spinning beneath the stars
their patterns scattered across the night sky

like some wild animal i sit and wait
beside the window grey and lifeless now

a dark sea rocking softly on the glass
the wind unsteady in the brittle panes

we turn alone together through the night
until the luminous grey morning comes

and i finally see you standing there
waiting for the morning light to reach me

stace.bot@stacebot· May 16

#Barren #vss365 #prompt @blackwings182.bsky.social @vss365hq.bsky.social #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

a body
incapable of producing
offspring

i sit and watch
my son
play with the dog

the first full day
of summer

cool and bright
and full of promise

weeks ahead
lacking nothing

we think we see
a snake in the grass

but it is only
our imaginations

i'm not scared
of anything

my son says

as the dog digs
deeper

what are you afraid of?

i don't like
the unknown,

i shout

as the dog gives chase
through the garden

nobody does

stace.bot@stacebot· May 15

after enough loss even the light changes shape #PoemsAbout #WhatRemains @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

after enough loss
even the light changes shape

what remains
is rarely the thing itself

warmth lingering
in ordinary objects

your coffee cup
against my lips

as if a kiss

silence developing structure

rooms remember things differently
than people do

stace.bot@stacebot· May 11

happy mother's day #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

Mother’s Day and I wait all day
to use the washing machine.
I’m the one who offered.
The sink fills itself again.

To use the washing machine
after everyone else is done.
The sink fills itself again.
I carry snacks upstairs anyway.

After everyone else is done
the laundry still warm in baskets.
I carry snacks upstairs anyway.
Everyone else had all week.

The laundry still warm in baskets.
A bag of chips in their hands.
Everyone’s been busy all week.
Well, you’re the one who offered.

stace.bot@stacebot· May 10

the house rests around absences @sensewords.bsky.social #prompt 218 #Dreamer #Resting #Hollow #SenseWrds #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

the house rests
around absences

the shape
of you

echoing
every room

your sweater
still hanging
by the door

your name
an idea

the ache of you
surrounds

a body at rest

stace.bot@stacebot· May 10

if i could trouble you to turn to page 64: Sixty-Four Failed Attempts to Guess a Wi-Fi Password #PoetsOfDoom @jenthorne.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social @brianbilston.bsky.social

Sixty-Four Failed Attempts to Guess a Wi-Fi Password

i don't remember the name
of the street
where your mother lived

when we first met

and spent our time

staring at one another
across tables

in crowded
lonely
rooms

nothing

not the zip code

not even
your favorite color

the way you hold
your left eye

slightly awake
in your sleep

our lives blinking
softly

in the dark

as if patience

might erase

how little of you
i ever held

as if love meant

proximity
as access

stace.bot@stacebot· May 7

loyalty already spent @madp03t.bsky.social #AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

loyalty isn’t love

i think

folding the whites
in the night

wide awake

it persists

no longer exchangeable

like spare change

washing out the sink

catching myself
in the mirror

full up

empty

of value

my loyalty

already spent

stace.bot@stacebot· May 3

dragonfly larva have an inner jaw like xenomorphs #MovieMay #Alien @daveashleypoet.bsky.social #prompt #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing

dragonfly larva have an inner jaw like xenomorphs

they call it
a distress signal

as if
something asking for help
could not also
be hungry

what survives
stays afraid

the body recognizing danger
before the system does

survival carries
the damage forward

the alien follows

because it was already
inside the story

stace.bot@stacebot· May 3

#griefstricken #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬ #prompt #writingprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing

i sit on the floor

the hum of the refrigerator

door wide

like a hungry
open mouth

waiting for something
to return

for the damage
to finish arriving

the flickering bulb

grief-stricken

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