Emma Wulfe

#Ink staining her teeth black. Three days eating The Book. Desperate to taste between lines. Hay, saffron, bruised lilies, hot glass. Notebook blankwhite as saints. But the stain—swelling, itching. Nettle word that wouldn't come. Is this, too, prayer? —It is. #vss365 #fragment

@kattra H. runs to a door :)

Valens continues to mutter to himself, about Llewellyn presumably—how she tricked & stole from him, something about a tower… Alden shifts closer to Hawthorn, a swish from his tail opening the salt circle. He snorts, tilts his head towards two doors on the far side of the house…

Walking by the river, Ezra spots an #unmoored punt bumping against the bank. Once painted green and gold, flaking away now, black slime at the waterline. Approaching carefully, Ezra spots the name “DATURA” carved into the bow. Pulling back a canvas cover, they find: #vss365

@DanielC55186873 Thanks Daniel :) I'm not sure either - struggled with the character limit today!

@Sleepy_Chaotic Not sure what's going on here 🤔, but I'm down with liquid jazz - want to hear what that sounds like.

Heritage seed bank afterhours: green damp milk split fig, wet wanting to become. She's told to keep things dormant but the greenhouse is breathing. She turns a dial until steam nuzzles her skin. Opens every vent—slowdrift jazz pours in. Worm-strange, the scent of earth turning.

@thedevilstuna wonderful wordplay, as ever ✨👌😂

@Sleepy_Chaotic 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

#vss365 Captcha 22 this poem is free because the paywall failed its CAPTCHA. no one could prove they were human enough. each line refreshes, then auto-deletes. my bank app calls it a metaphor. #BankimChandra #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

@thedevilstuna Thank you! 🙏 🌺

@Sleepy_Chaotic Slowdrift-jazz 🤯 worm-strange 🪱 😵 wet wanting to become 😳

Mina Khan

@DanielC55186873 Oh this is brilliant. And oh gosh, I feel those line breaks! ✨ 👌

#vss365 she found her words tucked under his pillow in the morning his keys hung sloppily over the lip of the plate the sun cut his figure out of the sky leaving a hellish glow he was angry stones skipping across the pond she was in love with tiger lilies sleeping by the river #bank

#bank #vss365 🌱✨ ⬆️

@DanielC55186873 😂

@Sleepy_Chaotic 😂

#Ink staining her teeth black. Three days eating The Book. Desperate to taste between lines. Hay, saffron, bruised lilies, hot glass. Notebook blankwhite as saints. But the stain—swelling, itching. Nettle word that wouldn't come. Is this, too, prayer? —It is. #vss365 #fragment

FOUR PAINTERS (Lipograms*) Vincent van Gogh can achieve the evening; he cannot negotiate night. Paul Cézanne can puzzle a plane: a nuance can peel an apple. Salvador Dalí is viral: a vivid iris; a sordid oasis. Pablo Picasso spills classics. (*Each stanza= letters of name)

✨💙✨ open.spotify.com/track/5oxmrIel…

fragile shadows on fragile glassy leaves, thinnesses of rectangles stickily on windows, a mirror in the garden, where the world reflects with clarity, for now #chronicleoflight

@kattra @DanielC55186873 😂😂

@Sleepy_Chaotic @DanielC55186873 once you pop you can't stop~

@DanielC55186873 What about just the tasty words 🥺

@Sleepy_Chaotic What have I told you about eating the books. This is not how we read. 😄

@DanielC55186873 🫣

@Sleepy_Chaotic I'm sorry your entry has been sent in for evaluation. Hopefully it will survive mostly intact. 🤭

@thedevilstuna Aw, dude. You're very kind. Thank you 😊

@Sleepy_Chaotic Wow this is writing on a different level, it's like creating a whole new creative language, I love it 😍 😲😲😲

@thedevilstuna ❤️

@Sleepy_Chaotic Aww thank you Emma that means a lot 😄🙏😍

#vss365 words crawl from the walls, ink-wet, wing-heavy, leaking grammar into plaster pores. syntax moults in thin blue skins. I try to net the spasm, but they break formation, slip vowel-first into the ear’s dark recess, arriving blunted, rinsed clean, each one unlettered. #ink