ashley jane

i watch them with reverence,
the way they float and flicker,
pearl white specks in a sea of black
and i am jealous of the way
they light the night
i have always been more shadow
than shooting star
#poetry

A meadow of scars that healed and bloomed.

If anyone needs me I’ll be over here existing somewhere between “we really need to be smarter with our money” and “but I’m way too stressed to cook so let’s order in”

In June, officials at the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) moved a live copy of the Social Security Administration’s Numerical Identification System (NUMIDENT) into a cloud environment “without any independent security or oversight mechanisms in place,”

U.S. Customs and Bor... @ • Follow •• 1d • Good morning and happy Monday. Here's your reminder to start your week with coffee, not cuffs.

The messaging from this administration has the same vibe as a cross set ablaze in someone’s front yard. It’s about communicating menace and instilling terror, the opposite of what the government of a free and democratic society should be doing.

we burn through dark nights
until every last shadow knows our name

shattered souls
and origami hearts
safely stored in crepe cages
but when daylight dies
and the night-moon shakes,
those fragile bars will crack
setting shadows free

Thank you so much!

saturn rings grip an arctic heart
milk-bone teeth gnash the night
a weight is tied tight
to your haunted eyes
and i watch you
slip
between the hands of grace
fall
below the holy surface
sink
into shadows that rise like waves
there is no saving those
who only dream of drowning

excuse me, but do I look like I give a shit? well, you're damn right I do. make sure you're eating, hydrating, resting, taking your motherfucking meds, and looking out for your best interests in the spirit of your health and well-being and fuck anyone who dares derail your path to joy

If you can't ask the question, then that side is extreme. Pendulum swingers. Fragile logic. Asking is the most compassionate thing we can do in a imploding society. Everyone thinks they know. Asking requires listening and exchanging. The best questions are uncomfortable to answer but crucial to ask.

Sunlight falls through the understory of tall trees that grow up out of the frame, showing what might be a path into a forest.

whisper then to me
if ever you see your most
beloved shade of green...

#haiku #mysticpoetry

No, JD, belonging in America does not depend on how many generations of your family have lived here. The values of this country matter - deeply - to who we are and what it means to be American.

Oh, the 90s are back? Are they? You posers, I haven’t seen one of you wearing a long sleeved shirt under a short sleeved shirt OR chunky black buckle pilgrim shoes OR feeling good about the future so

Some days I feel like somebody is out there playing the game of life with the dice from Jumanji

Monumental Friends was what I came to celebrate, crystal decanter, wine, steady flow of years. What I meant was I’m happy, dull-fire in the belly or a quickening, like butterflies, anxious, blue, rebirth. Figuratively, I meant the fish pulled in, then released—like a good deed. While you host, the lantern dimming my hands, I recall that caged, golden tiger, pawing at humidity. Sign-language for hunger —or the tender lobes of peonies. Through the bellglass, too little wine, too much of her. Vikki C.

"Figuratively,
I meant the fish pulled in,
then released—like a good deed. "

A new poem on the theme of 'secrets they told', written for TTT.

'Monumental'

Thank you for reading 🤍

#poetry #poetrycommunity #imagist #writingcommunity

This Saturday, nationwide “Fight the Trump Takeover” protests will take place with 50 rallies across 20 states to oppose Republican-led redistricting efforts in Texas. “Fight the Trump Takeover” is coordinated by Texas for ALL(@texasforall.bsky.social), the day of action pushes back against

the same dark dream drifts once more through the mind

after the rain falls,
somewhere beyond
the breath of earth,
light dances like a dream
and we
enjoy the quiet it brings
the petrichor laced with peace

we write it away —
the love, the scorn, the ache,
all the things that keep us from sleeping
we spill our secrets in ink
so that we can dream

springtime breathes iridescent air. i call you march and pick the straw from your hair. you smell like cantelope and currants. like light. and i wonder what it’s like to be wrapped in all that warmth.

She plants a flower for every bruise, a tree for every scar.

A black and white photo of a curled fern frond. It’s dark and contrasty.

The importance of getting lost in a garden to escape…

Sixty years ago today, Medicare and Medicaid were signed into law - securing health care for millions and saving countless lives. As GOP politicians try to tear them down, it's up to us to protect and expand these programs for Americans who rely on them today and for future generations.

Think about what the GOP is revealing with their attempt to suddenly change the Congressional maps: they know their agenda is so unpopular that they're going to lose unless something changes.

Of course, what they should be changing is their policies, not the maps.

To them every part of government - even Social Security - is just a source of enrichment for their billionaire friends. "Privatizing" Social Security is just about getting Wall Street a bunch of fees to manage money.

You know in the lord of the rings when Pippin looks into the seeing stone and feels the eye of Sauron gazing back at him? That’s what I feel like every time I see some breaking news on my phone

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once, this place ignited poetry in my veins. but now all my words taste like ashes.