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Antonia

4 months

The day is finally here! 17 years in the making, "Taste of Salt: Poems on Love and Life," is now published! This collection of my early poems samples love, loss, marriage, motherhood, and life's bittersweet beauty, as seen through my eyes. Order here:

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Antonia

@tuttysan

5 years

Excited to present my short poetry & prose collection: Love Bites, now available on Amazon in paperback and as an eBook. Thank you all who support my poetry on this platform! It has inspired and motivated me to reach this milestone. 🕊️💕 #WritingCommnunity

Love Bites: Poetry & Prose

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@tuttysan

6 months

Cover reveal for "Taste of Salt: Poems on Love and Life," a collection 17 years in the making. Poems written between 2007 and 2018 sample love, romance, marriage, motherhood, and life's bittersweet beauty, as seen through my eyes. Coming this Spring.

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@tuttysan

26 days

Feeling great at 28 😉. Thank you for the birthday wishes!

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2 months

To shrink a smile to pursed lips, so its sharp blade no longer cuts. Rays too bright for cave-dimmed eyes. The built-in lasso unspools from my chest and pulls me out once more—to anoint new ground in a hopeful ramble. It's time to move again, away from myself. #vss365

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1 year

One day she’ll leave, play out every scene in her shopworn daydreams: a job in the city that never sleeps, a nap with God in a concrete hammock, a roof in the mountains… a pressed-linen husband dressed in white, and all the bedding conformity can buy...👇 #vss365 #poetry

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2 months

It runs on—unstrung enjambment of uncured days. This pang, a diurnal brooch, worn in place of a heart, pinned on stoic corners— unseen by the naked eye or a clair de lune logic that never reached beyond its frigid fingertips. #vss365

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1 month

We make a home from ruins, rebuild crumbling arches to frame our silhouettes. Windows have no glass; storms don’t visit the Field of Reeds. You stand by the fallen gate— rusted iron, & hardwired fondness. I follow you to the very edge, stacking bricks over the mystery. #vss365

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@tuttysan

2 years

Palette, my latest poetry collection, is now available!! It takes you on a sensual journey of evocative portraits, moving landscapes and intimate still lifes of the inner world. 194 poems, peppered with beautiful illustrations. #BookBoost #amwriting

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@tuttysan

5 years

When I find you, I'll dress your skin with mockingbird songs and lips of silk, so you can plant your wishes beyond the hills, and sing your own song, and sew your own frills on this verdant land that awaits you, still. #vss365

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@tuttysan

6 years

@uncommon_jim @Pontifex This isn’t about breaking a chastity vow. This is about pedophilia and sexual abuse and subsequent cover up. Those crimes must be prosecuted. If a priest breaks his vows with a consenting adult, that’s their business.

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5 years

Blinds are drawn in silent protest of the morning sun. A chill scurries beneath my sheets to remind me I'm alone in a house built with dreams, silly faces and jokes. I find you in the garden, conversing with gnomes. The yard buzzes with bees, and I’m your honeycomb. #vss365

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1 month

Pondering a new life, a new skyline to behold from afar—acreage to grow in all directions, away from sirens and headlights, the constant chatter & critique on either shoulder. A place where the land hasn't felt my step, and the river hasn't learned the flow of my curves. #vss365

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5 years

What if metaphors were true, and you could summon the mountains with enough certitude, conjure love out of wishes, and #contact spirits in the rain? What if life unfolded with your consent, and years were curves around the sun’s endless bends? #vss365 #vss365a #birthdayhike

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5 years

To perceive correctly and reflect clearly, to reach for nothing and grasp everything, to give generously and to love dearly, to greet the day with curious intent - to pause a moment and watch cardinals kiss; one brown, the other, red... this is wisdom, this is zen. #vss365

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2 months

Some grieve tornadoes & roaring thunder, wailing at startled crows. Some sip pain early & hot with breakfast, saving tears for a late lunch. Some sleep with fragrant roses & wear gloves to pluck their thorns. Some glare at their dirty windows wishing for a clearer world. #vss365

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@tuttysan

1 month

We shall see if the years grin when the moment winks to heaven, avid and bold. Maybe they’ll nod pridefully as magic engulfs the seconds. Maybe they’ll cast a furtive glance at wistful yesterdays, when euphoria filled their chest with pure nirvana, oh, sweet love! #vss365

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1 month

You turn away. A dense curtain of wind sweeps before me, so I can’t see your back. I can’t hear your voice beyond its mocking howl: Behold the loss—feel its draconian press upon your chest, and carry it stoically toward unspent tomorrows. #vss365

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4 months

Am I still within earshot of your watchful heart? Or am I a whisper drifting through your aura of musk and sandalwood? Your eyes no longer find me in lingering words misspelled by clouds in the desert sky, but your gaze still burns across the winter miles. #vss365 My 📸

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@tuttysan

5 years

Your taste of Irish cream, intoxicating and comforting, flocks my skin. It seeps through my pores and makes me dream of rainy summers and verdurous hills. The turbid ocean rams into cliffs and estuaries flow within. I taste of salt and conquered seas. #vss365

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@tuttysan

4 years

I won’t roam myriad latitudes, or be atlas-bound in platitudes to get you here. I still hear your wistful smile on the phone. Incessant rituals hum mea culpas in my ear. There's no way you could’ve known. Sometimes I see you in humankind, earth-bound though you’re gone. #vss365

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1 month

Let's nurture the poetic— the ogling numen baking our dough. He dips in practicalities as we sleep. We've never been so close. Let the balsamic moon infuse your wounds. They're old & scarred, bleached by the caring sun, warning us to touch lightly, or leave well alone. #vss365

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1 month

In empty classrooms, irony rings its handbell, years removed from learning minds. I harken as lines parade, sequined and overmade. Why is the Pacific so angry, the Caribbean Sea so still? Why rush an adamantine death? I, too, shall come when it calls, but not yet. #vss365

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@tuttysan

5 years

Someday, my spine will be longer than my legs and I won't run from birds of prey. I’ll draft verses from the quiet moon and jive with bright clichés. The rain will camouflage my tears, so I’ll smile while you walk away. Someday I’ll let go, but not today. #vss365 #BraveWrite

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1 month

Should beauty percolate, unseen and unheard, and mend the rifts of a fractured world… Should love bind like gold this broken, baked bowl of scattered manna… Should my words ease the wheeze, discordant to the wind that strikes and blows, I’ve done my job. #vss365

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2 months

Residues of a pulse, invisible to ourselves. We made our peace with this before we were born. Failing to remember doesn’t slow damnation. Speech isn’t knowledge. Silence isn’t wisdom. Spring has a Fall. Ask magnolias how to let go without noise— sans an iota of regret. #vss365

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@tuttysan

3 months

Color drains from the ice into the puzzled field. There's no path out of this archaic labyrinth. Whether or not you hold my hand, we're lost among the same trees. They know our names, our scent, the squelch of our footfalls upon their sobs. They too are lonely, & lost. #vss365

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3 months

Her face in the glass, a faint breath's trace. Her tears contour the day, falling in parallel. Cobwebs imprison ferns in the terrarium of her eyes. Don’t tell her she's alive only in a stranger's dream. Don’t suggest she's confined, condensed under lamplight. #vss365

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2 months

Headstones amass myriad epitaphs inscribed by fools who believe in endings. Goodbyes are fickle glitter stirred by the faintest glow of dainty apertures and tenuous bending. So when you see the moon petrissage a wave into sweet delirium, know that I'm with you. #vss365

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@tuttysan

5 years

You know me as the umbral star. I’m the moody maiden who only shows at night, the obscure lover with a hidden side. I sway oceans with my shapely hips. I am muse to poets, and they amuse me. My #reputation precedes the light. I’m your companion on sleepless nights. #vss365

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@tuttysan

3 months

Sometimes worlds run amok to the draft of quiet inhales. Within them, we truly talk, and ponder, and listen, and hear. Astute birds guard these aery worlds, slitting words thicker than air. Time is an owl flying widdershins, so when we say goodbye, our story begins. #vss365

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3 months

Wild poppies burn in your idea of heaven. As long as you are alive, I hold the earth in my hands. I can no longer see you through molten asphalt & pine. It is my own myopia or a blessing in disguise. White horses roam in my idea of heaven, and poppies bloom alongside. #vss365

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4 years

My religion’s a gospel choir of cardinals anointing my morning walk. The conclave greets woke magnolias, boding winter adiós. A giant maple still dreams swaddled by kudzu vines. They judge the pep in my stride and how deeply I breathe when I step outside. #vss365 #BraveWrite

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@tuttysan

3 months

Trace a line to the very end. How I mourned you in the rain, music notes engulfed by concrete. You heard me & closed your eyes, slept to the white noise. Pink moons wouldn't soften the jagged horizon in my palm. Connect the dots to the end of us, this poetic hyperspace. #vss365

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@tuttysan

2 months

I, a petal of the flower moon, flash & feature of a periodic bloom. Elsewhere, stygian chandeliers shroud the undiscernible ground. Not here. This spotlight reminds the Gods we, children, are still outside, playing late under the elements, with no one to call us home. #vss365

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@tuttysan

2 months

He thinks he knows me because he saw me naked before I shed my slough. He wouldn’t look beneath the rough, youthful scales— glazed in a candid, inner kiln. Nor would he caress the smoldering flesh, stratified and simmering with guileless impetus... 👇 #vss365

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5 years

A double rainbow on ashy skies watched wild horses dash to the hillside where I met my love He woke me up with serenade at midnight The music, his guitar and a #silver longing that spoke I have waited so long to sing you a song time could not dissolve #vss365 #vss365

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1 month

Breathless, pyroclastic flow stills this hunger. We drink from lidless vessels, the restless spurts. Besotted—a fossil of a moment that never was. Nothing lasts in such ardor. No roof holds steady beneath the scalding ash. #vss365

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@tuttysan

4 years

Don't strike my balmy verbs with a frigid pen. Don't vaporize these words tussling with time. Give these guileless verses the charity of a glimpse inside. Don't stain my blank papyrus with jaded lines. Make me a paper plane so I can script the sky. #vss365 #BraveWrite

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@tuttysan

2 months

weeping willow's tears more habit than mere sadness maples' crimson blush #vss365 My 📸

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@tuttysan

3 months

At the last moment, old ravens perch & egos fade into bright, white light. Stories burn from the heat of a magnifying glass. Vanity whimpers inside a broken mirror, & finality tramples pride. An angel serves you a last, soft meal while lilies bloom at your gravesite. #vss365

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@tuttysan

3 months

Come live with me where black swans reign— aristocrats waltzing on ponds of apathy, where the lotus is more an emblem than a flower, and bills in the water fail to stir a ripple... for we've muddied our echoes, and devoured our crumbs. #vss365

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2 months

Once it’s over, you’ll know it was love, culled like a calla lily, with a crescent moon blade, displayed in a dim-lit room, in a weighted, tall glass vase— enduring as an orchid... the yellowing of neglect, the romantic, wordless end. #vss365 My photo

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5 years

I’m saving tears for a rainy day. Today, all is well. Hummingbirds are gushing about bleeding hearts, digesting their feast on Scotch pine, pondering dessert on a columbine. The day’s translucent, the mood is bright over blue ridges flirting with moonshine. #vss365 #BraveWrite

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28 days

Embox this secret. The livid ocean makes no sound beating against dead coral. Hot air pushes north— fury of a storm. Silence that isn't eloquent or mysterious. I've known you beneath the waves, beyond the fussy ripples of a breath too deep to measure, too dense to hold. #vss365

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3 months

Crescent moon, lunula of the ailing sky, cradle and lullaby of the cherubin. Their melodies sleep, snuggled in pathos that drape lightly over this ache. We do not break, my love, we bathe in celestial shrapnel & emerge pristine— wiser in our faith, softer in our pain. #vss365

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1 month

The night shouldn't hum your name in my ear when the day sang your praises in my jaded heart. Don't you dare come inside. Suave feelers won’t reach my serrated home... 👇 #vss365

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2 months

Hold me gently Arrest of tenderness Epiphany of an exhale Bliss-spun menagerie Velvet hangs Beyond a wistful morrow You lay me softly On fecund clouds And they rain Upside down—I float My face to your sun My crescent to your night #vss365

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1 year

To be in my body of soaring swallows, inhaling enough jasmine for flight, open-beaked after dusk precipitates into the night... To be a paradox of blue with bands of umber over tame white, to ingest futility as vital nourishment, and always nest in your rustic barn... #vss365

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3 months

Bloom archipelagos in the irises, glinting a brand new you. I see you more today, since limbo is a place I can draw. I need no ladder to ascend. I’ve tamed this turquoise wave of loss. Though it is Fall somewhere, and all that ever leaves has met its doom, I must bloom. #vss365

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2 months

The architecture of a jagged heart deliquesces to truthful touch, from an icicle into a cup. I’m craving alchemy from tepid aches, the magical balm of hugs. Lift me gingerly, that I may learn of miracles from walls that melt in the candescence of trust. #vss365

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1 month

Canoodling on a gondola—sky lift. The snow retreats, cowering from the summer heat. Shoes off, we levitate downhill, inexorably drawn to a bed of wet grass. Alone at last, on lovelorn meadows. Shrubs grow jealous; they'll never roll on our corridor of truce and quarrels. #vss365

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2 months

The Weeping willow disrobed her racy frame. So here we are— shaded by intricacies under her riparian mane. You never left to sample rightful spoils or steep your toes in turmoil other than me. Why deny this canopy that cloaks me without caveat or greed? #vss365 My 📸

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2 months

I trip on a rotting branch, climb into cyclic bowers of a humid shadow. The proverbial serpent coils around my ankle, greeting me. My bed's made—of moss and plush, wet leaves. I'm free to go toward the radiance beyond, but I don’t. I stay in this perpetual womb, unborn. #vss365

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2 months

Rain incites the green. I grin. It's May. Thunder growls far away. Hungry ghosts loiter around my door. They’re too shy to knock but know they’ll be fed for lichen thrives on air. This affair with the wind, keystone of faith. I bathe— rinsing clear my freckled pelt. #vss365

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@tuttysan

5 months

feathers_fall blanket plum trees sweat under its warmth— time to uncover #vss365 #haiku 📸 mine

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2 months

Our thirst is palpable— we carry it in whopping buckets, wandering the desert. An oasis contains scripted soulmates: one with swords, one with the picket fence, one with a wicker basket of forbidden fruit, and the one with a mirror held high to our skewed reflection. #vss365

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5 months

Firefly, nubivagant in the circus of my mind, carousels gyre to your dim light in my dusky heart. Where are you? Which lantern can lure a coy blue ghost? Which words shall thaw your wings from lyric frost, and bring you back to me before the day is dust? #vss365

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3 months

I'm warm sand on the shore, crystal bay water swaying ping pong. My core's clay & coconut bowls hidden by mangroves of white-tailed folklore. The goddess naps on my hammock domed by dry palm, space for a floor. I am a palmchat in a cottage inhaling coffee & sweating rum. #vss365

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2 months

Honored to be featured as Author of The Month by @Spill_Words @spillwords . A flawlessly run, inclusive platform for writers, SpillWords Press provides visibility and inspiration. My thanks to them and everyone who voted and supports my writing.

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3 months

Sudden birth mid-flight— timelines topple like Legos. Their ethos, a mirage of form. No shape is forced through the eye of a needle. Land is promised to none yet we beg for rain. I've dissolved in this notion more than once. Emergency landing— no one noticed I was born. #vss365

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3 months

Weigh my heart against a feather. Did I let you love me? Zooming down the highway, ten lives a minute. Acanthus tongues, dissolving in your smile. Did you let me love you? Nails etch a golden ring in the open chest of our mid-heaven, birds of distinct feathers, gliding. #vss365

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5 years

Unworn lipsticks sit forgotten in a leather hobo, next to a bergamot sachet. I comb the cavernous bag for a mirror, or a cautionary tale to get me through the day. It’s a long journey, as we stall for depressions on the road. My shoulder dreads the heaviness of forever. #vss365

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5 years

We fade in the horizon of a celestial dome - the dusk of an unlikely pairing. Somber Saturn occulted the sun and left a sickle for our bearing. Don't give up. The crop’s grown. It's almost time for harvest. Let's enjoy the fruits we’ve sown. Troubles can be a garnish. #vss365

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1 month

This soul overlap, six-foot auras mingling in the kitchen— your orange zest thinly spread over my guarded indigo. Spearlike candor wounds less than veiled skulduggery. Here I am, transparency of thought tinted by space & time, looking your way across the way—smiling. #vss365

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3 months

May my thoughts be lithe, slight like a book of verses held by a biblioklept— stealth against the light, subtle as impermanence, anxious for a soothing line to expiate my sorrows if only while pages last, to invoke from spilled prose a fleck of my beloved. #vss365

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3 months

Tortured poet? 😁

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2 months

What we had was lost in late-season lingo. Scalded by excess—for one can love too much. I seized the pendulum when it swung to me, & held on tight. The world tilted & spilled, blistering, over my face. I am defaced without you, seeking my reflection in silted puddles. #vss365

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4 months

In my haste, I framed the picture before I painted it. My life’s first draft, in need of editing, was carved in stone. Rebirth, my only recourse, a dubious prospect— facets of me, in eight dimensions assemble a clone… …after your own heart. #vss365 #LoveBites My 📸 Yellowstone

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2 months

First, you die a scorching dream, and I bury you under the moon garden, with stars on each shoulder to gather the dust. I cry crushed blueberries. Tell you with stains what the day never could... 👇 #vss365

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3 years

I don’t know an eagle from a falcon in midflight, nor can I see the translucent borders parceling our skies. I cannot figure why my eyes water on cloudy days, but when my heart rings at the fork of another road, and my chest bursts open, I know you're home. #vss365 #MyPhoto

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5 years

Time’s a place where a mind lives when it craves realities that no longer exist, when it longs for air its lungs can't breathe, when it clasps chimeras through foggy hills. Clocks are fictitious, though I hear them tick in minute explosions of estival bliss. #vss365 #BraveWrite

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3 months

Clear day warm corona wraps my bones Freedom within towering megaliths Death mere chatter between lives apropos of nothing—we Dance Plié to arabesque a humble flexion, an exaltation Touch me I'm melting in your candor at risk of iridescence as the aurora swirls. #vss365

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4 years

Broke down and trimmed my own hair. Not too bad. #CoronaDiaries

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3 months

We wield the strokes of this calligraphy, but not the words. Grab a random pen, to inscribe the delicate. Chisels & mallets for the unwitting stone. Hieroglyphs must emerge, regardless. Else why do we linger? To emit sound at the feral morning, sans meaning till dusk. #vss365

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5 months

There's color under your facade of monotone brown. A celeste sky juggles clouds above your carmine house. Your eyes are bottle green, and your lips, carrot. Your mind, I cannot see. Its ocean tone is profound. I won’t delve into its trenches, for I can easily drown. #vss365

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4 months

Who will cry for the jilted prince, who loved at his own peril after losing the girl, who dealt with evil in self-sacrifice, was snaped as a villain, & paid the ultimate price? Who had his wings severed, his life painted black & his slithering tears collected in a flask? #vss365

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5 years

There are dusty prints on my yoga mat and claw-sized holes from my pesky cat He bites my ankles in downward dog And kneads my back during achy frog I love this curious creature who wreaks havoc under my nose He lacks the loyalty of a terrier and the #empathy of a rose #vss365a

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5 years

When you come from Cuba, bring me a tres of Son. Don't forget the suga, coffee and rum. While you're at it, tell me where hope has gone, who smoked your freedoms in a pipe of Don & locked away your treasures in a secret box. If you go near Cuba, bring me chunks of home. #vss365

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3 months

At a vacant alley between two thoughts, the Logos blinks—infinite, infinitesimal. A sapling breaks through the pavement with a whisper. What will I be today, a flower or a weed? It isn’t up to me. I seek a sign. Footsteps and voices approach, then fade...👇 #vss365

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4 years

Words can't grasp the gravity of thought or the dispersion of love on dying fields. They can't earn fondness to a swollen moon if the sun is near. Words can't gulp a deathly thirst when the chalice pours. They can't touch you in the slightest vein, or the deepest ruins. #vss365

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4 years

I don't fear the sirens’ wail when birds are near, intoning a higher canticle with endless cheer. I quit the rush for a lush career of flipping homes with delicious meals, cozy blankets, and an atmosphere that's immune to doomsdays or bandoliers. #vss365 #CoronaDiaries

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4 months

Book worms and church rats raised my hands— one to the heavens, the other to charming fairies in fantasy lands. I paint with oils and suffer no fools, hiding from trouble in an all-girl school. I dance with gazelles, modern ballet for crestfallen elves. #vss365

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4 years

A book sighs at the local library waiting for a biblioklept to dust its wings. #vss365

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5 years

Sing if you must cry, says the eccedentesiast moon who can't make its own light. A pensive aesthete sits on its sliver. Secured by her hips, she contemplates a river: suave around boulders while raging from the past. I’ll find my element if I let go, at last. #vss365 #BraveWrite

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3 years

Spring won't rush in because you wished winter away. You must court her like a proper maiden.

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3 years

Poetry is to be read, reread, and discovered anew after a fresh batch of rain.

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@tuttysan

4 years

Sometimes I grow quiet - when I’ve glazed rainbows over the unfathomable, yet it still rains. Vehement odes to insurmountable beauty all feel inane. If I grip a fallen bottom dearly, the shock could be tame. Unless anointed by breeding silence, scribbles seem vain. #vss365

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@tuttysan

3 months

carefree, mortal men pandoras in the meadow serendipity #vss365 #Haiku

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@tuttysan

5 years

Unbeknownst to us, two can slow dance merengue on a single tile, gondolas are beds and the wind’s a brush. You shine before me like chatoyant marble, polished by a gentle stream. Only wake me if your body’s honey and reality’s sweeter than a lovers’ dream. #vss365 #BraveWrite

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@tuttysan

5 years

Nostalgia dawns on my clothes like the dry sweat of yesterday. Fuzzy memories coddle my hips with the worn fabric of ratty dreams. I split, I flex, I fold to the pluck of kismet’s strings. Lithe and pliant in soft leggings, I don the past like a second skin. #vss365 #BraveWrite

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@tuttysan

3 months

Days march swiftly beyond my grasp of wisdom, crushing the aster beneath. At least we have this stone of reverence resting on good ground. It was always us. Light breaks slowly over the covered bridge. I nest in this makeshift haven— birdsong waning by mature springs. #vss365

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@tuttysan

4 years

To me, poetry isn’t just about expressing feelings. It’s exploring life through language in approachable and moving ways. This involves curiosity and empathy — a muse with incessant frequency, but you must tune in. #cocooning #amwriting #poetry

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@tuttysan

3 months

We retreat from death, clutching tokens: dream flotillas piled high in a wheelbarrow, a lover’s name recalled in hindsight… Flesh-bound Chronos, minute & mighty, ticks and tallies what eludes the eyes. We were ancient before childhood's dawn, happy before we knew words. #vss365

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@tuttysan

5 years

I tire of lifting my crown, of bending over backward so I can touch the ground, of audacious balances standing upside-down. I’m weary of the new, but my body aches for change, so I flex my eagle wings in this green haven for lion’s breath. #vss365 #BraveWrite #yoga

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