Lee 🧵🪡🪢 🇨🇦

~ Tempests ~ Having come from the seas of your storms and decades of disquiet, I step, directionless, on an unmoving Earth. Being tooled for havoc, I despair of knowing what might fill this brazen peace, this wild surcease. [Art: The Ship, by Salvador Dali]

@RCdeWinter 😆

it's not a word it's a phrase and it's WTF????

I was honoured to carry the words of His Majesty King Charles III on Artemis II. His reflections on science, responsibility, and what we hold sacred stayed close, all the way around the Moon and back to Earth. @RoyalFamily

Is poetry Twitter gone?

On one side of a thick box, there’s a pencil-sized peephole. Through it, one can see the box, the peephole, and one’s own eye. This is because the box is facing a thick mirror. 
The name of the box is REFRIGERATEUR. Perhaps its surname is AVIS, with two arrows pointing upward. It is a bit warm in here, but there is a pleasing odour of new cardboard, liberated by the warmth and moistness of one’s own breath. There’s no sound, no movement, until two feminine forms walk into the picture. One goes past, out of frame, while the other (in a white sweatshirt and jeans) stands by the mirror and leans against it. They are talking, but only in tones. Like the grownups in the Charlie Brown movies. One is an oboe, the other a cello. It’s irritating that their repartee will not gel into words, because the notes are intriguing. Miss Cello, as she leans by the mirror, assumes a higher pitch, becoming a violin with a drawn-out keening timbre. 
The oboe changes too, and there’s a ukulele laugh. Miss Cello had entered the scene with arms folded and hands cupping elbows as if cold. As she warms up, she unfolds them. One can see by her bas-relief veins and her sunspots that she is not a teenager any more, though she wears some low-hanging bling. 
And then, there are her hands. So beautifully rendered, like those of Michelangelo’s David. Her fingers are meshed, as if afraid of singleness. They tremble a bit, and it seems that the Ukulele has made her a bit anxious. To smooth things out, Miss U plays dreamy notes on the Saw or the Theremin. As the symphony rises and falls, Miss C unlocks her hands momentarily, and begins to pull on a hangnail that’s on her left thumb. All with the Yang side of her mind. Still speaking in C Minor, she tears it off and winces. The bleeding seems to calm her, and her music is more confident and lilting. But I, the peephole voyeur, watch as she wipes little stripes of blood on the underside of her wrist. At last, the treble is finally fixed, and I can hear their words. Miss U: What’s the matter? Miss C: Nothing….why? Miss U: Come on. I know you too well. Miss C makes a crying laugh. A laughing cry. Miss C: I dream. I dream…… Miss U: What’s the matter, honey? Miss C: I can’t….I just can’t. Miss U rushes to her just before she collapses. The lights go out.

@joanne_paulson @graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac You did it again… coming up with the word out of seemingly nothing. 👀

Wordle 1,778 4/6 It was not looking good there at the start. @66human @graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜🟩⬜ ⬜🟩🟩🟩🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

@ToraBrinn Thanks, Tora. 😌

~ The answer ~ On an errand from my town to another,
I pass by the old weathered sign “Trail Entrance”.
It’s a blue arrow, meant to point north, to the left,
but now broken and leaning in its old age. 
It’s been ten years, maybe longer,
since I took pride in making that steep ascent,
fording streams on stepping stones,
marching up muddy slopes,
finally reaching my destination:
a balding summit called Teapot hill. 
It commands a beautiful view of the countryside and,
immersed in its quietness, on just the right day,
one can watch the cloud shadows roll across green fields,
gobbling the golden sun. 
In the late summer, when these dark ships passed over me,
I felt a slight chill as little vortices of whirlwind seemed to spring up from the earth, dispersing bugs and scattering the ashes of old campfires. 
After a time, those black windblown spaceships would disperse,
giving way to green radiance once again.
A one act play that I would give anything to call up at will. Today is such a day, and I know it, even from the pavement well away. 
God, can I make it? (I think)
I surely would like that feeling once again:
of being soothed, of being comforted, of being spoken to without words.
Of owning my place in this, a green jewel of the universe. 
I stop, and reverse back down the gravel shoulder. (Lock up and go, you fool.) 
It’s mid September. The rains have not been kind this summer,
and so the steep sections of the trail are not so muddy.
And, another kindness: someone has built rudimentary bridges across the streams. 
Even with these blessings, I have only half the wind, and take twice the time.
I look nervously at my phone. Plenty of battery, but no signal.
On my own, I stop three times, and then reach the flat top. 
Someone has carved an old stump into the form of an armchair, and I sit, catching breath, head bowed. 
There’s a sign, crudely carved.
You Are Here
You Are Here
Welcome Home.

In forest found: a javelin, its haft bejeweled with beads. Its feathered shaft, unraveling, was hid amongst the reeds. Such luck, there was, to find this thing of mythologic worth, whose perfect point and balancing impaled the crooked Earth.

We were singers. They knew, and tied us to two chairs, facing one another. We sang, at first in fear, then with spirit. From behind, they poured gallons of paint on our heads. First green, then grey. We sang more strongly, making a burbling sound, and getting used to the taste.

@booksbyJeanneR @graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @joanne_paulson @Elderac Thanks, Jeanne. They’re few and far between. 🙂

@66human @graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @joanne_paulson @Elderac 👌👌👌 great 3, Lee!

Wordle 1,778 3/6 ⬜🟩⬜🟩⬜ 🟨🟩🟩🟩⬜ 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 No award today, one sneaked in lol. @joanne_paulson @graestonewriter @66human @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac

I just wrote 975 words. Yes I did. Then I wondered, why the H can I not do that every day? Or even every other day? This damn book would be finished by now. ARGH. 29,478 words. Getting there. 🙄Slowwwly. So how are you? 😃

@booksbyJeanneR @JasPhoenix_Rise @joanne_paulson @graestonewriter @Elderac Good 4, Jeanne. Great jump from line 2 to 3!

@JasPhoenix_Rise @joanne_paulson @graestonewriter @66human @Elderac Wordle 1,778 4/6 🟨⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜🟩⬜⬜🟨 🟩🟩🟩🟩⬜ 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Nothin' to see here, ho hum 😆

@joanne_paulson @graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac Thanks, Jo…I think there are three of us in this club so far today…

@66human @graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac OOOGIE BOOGIE Lee! good one!

@JasPhoenix_Rise @joanne_paulson @graestonewriter @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac You started the trend today, Jas!

@graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @joanne_paulson @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac Wordle 1,778 3/6 🟨🟨⬛⬛⬛ ⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 had to strive to keep up with you, George!

@JasPhoenix_Rise @joanne_paulson @66human @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac Ha. Good get in 3. Look at me: (I made a poem) Wordle 1,778 3/6 ⬜⬜🟩⬜⬜ ⬜⬜🟩⬜⬜ 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 @joanne_paulson @graestonewriter @66human @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac

@AikinNorb @jgmacleodauthor @ta_welton @Kellyrei007 @Susanjeanricci @jordana_greene @AuthorPiro @kampungkreepy @JasPhoenix_Rise @ionacrv @Ivyloganauthor @tristan_dineen @SPOFarrell3 @LaylaHawke2 @VanitaHork @loveGoldenHeart @lisamariehaden @booksbyshauntae @Russell_Writer @GordonMiyoshi @KaceyKells @SFBaumgartner @MQuigley1963 @blujreviews @_Andrea_Ricca @booksbyJeanneR @Thief_Of_Harts @Irishgirl692 @inspiredbylaban @impoliticpolit @js65594 @steven_arnett2 @tristanbtaylor @fatdogsfrance @EvelynChartres @v_ananya_ @KalFulsom @TheRealA_Bayles @ServantsAnd @Adele_Royce @Emme_Klama @JulieBeagley1 @LMFord2 @steven_arnett @GDocSwift @SerenaHassan4 Thank you so much, Norb @AikinNorb ❤️ @KMcgivens @booksbyJeanneR @STrueshan He's been lying in the forest for 40 years. His killer thought he'd never be found. He didn't count on Inspector Adam Davis. mybook.to/200Bones

@LFrostWrites Congratulations, Laura!

Another sold out bookstore event!!

@mooninabucket 😁

Yesterday, I realized for the first time that “Donuts” spelled backwards is “Stunod.” I ate one anyway 😂

@ToraBrinn 🙀

This is who runs this account. #Caturday

@joanne_paulson @graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @booksbyJeanneR @Elderac Just unbelievable 👀 Congrats, Jo!

Wordle 1,777 2/6 Whoaaaaaaaaaa 😃 @graestonewriter @JasPhoenix_Rise @booksbyJeanneR @66human @Elderac 🟩⬜⬜⬜🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩