Emma Wulfe

feral I unlearn house. I unlearn the chair. I unlearn the soft hour he used to. I unlearn the verb used to. I am down to vowels. I am down to the sound a moth makes between holes. #feral #vss365 catch-up

@DesolateApostle it's a herb-robert, I believe. The bees have been going wild for them :)

@Sleepy_Chaotic The familiar beauty of nature. A shield bug and buttercups, but I'm not certain of the little pink flower. Do you know what it might be?

🌿🪲 #nomowmay

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Such a beautiful sight, a humming bird hawk moth feeding on red valerian this morning.

#davidsmonthofmusic 26. an artist people have been surprised I like 🎶 🌌 ♟️ GZA - Liquid Swords youtu.be/1YOOxeFr1b8?si…

#davidsmonthofmusic 25. food/drink 🎶✨ Allah-Las - Raspberry Jam youtu.be/fOCZ-TbZwHc?si…

#davidsmonthofmusic 1. one-word title 🎶 Big Thief - Not youtu.be/WKmD6-piK2A?si…

@taintedtrailer ♥️ 🐌

RED SNAIL He cracks a smile, Dry skin popping off his face like plaster, A deep #crevasse beyond those yellow teeth, All the way down to the concrete room. Fluid drips from the hole in the ceiling, A red snail inches up the walls. #vss365

A dream wet with stars. A dream like a crevasse. I found not abyss but a diesel-powered hunger. The snow was inside me, immaculate, cruel as living coal. The snow was streaked with oil. I loved it at once, because it was mine. I loved it because it was not. #vss365 #crevasse

Word of the Day is ‘swullocking’: swelteringly, stiflingly hot. From 19th-century East Anglian dialect.

@ave_omnibus 💚 🌿 😌

@Sleepy_Chaotic Gorgeous 🐦‍⬛💚🍃

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@DanielC55186873 I love that it evoked this, Daniel. Thank you🌱🙏

@Sleepy_Chaotic I'm no artist, so can only talk about what a particular piece of art makes me feel. Something in this color scheme is both stirring and mysterious.

spring. acrylic, oil pastel, sharpie, carelessness, A3 paper.

@wumaufu77 Thank you Erick! 🙏🌿

@Sleepy_Chaotic Ahh very impressive that 😊

@shortprose1 Thank you! 🌸✨

@Sleepy_Chaotic Stunning 👏👏👏

The moon hung above the supermarket car park like a wound that would not heal. The cashier moved her hands through pears, bleach, cat food. A child dropped a jar of honey. The judgement of sweetness spread slowly across the floor. Everyone watched someone else clean it up.#VSS365

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@britgermanbloke @Gail_Lynn_EIC Congratulations! 🎉 :)

What a month this has turned out to be! 🥳 Over the moon to have three linked haiku accepted into the inaugural issue of The Haikuist Journal. Thank you so much @Gail_Lynn_EIC. 😊✨

@mr_wrighter It is!

@Sleepy_Chaotic Heaven 😍

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