@greenpinko.bsky.social
(They/Them) -Organizer, Writer, Artist, Fashion Designer- All of the writing and visual art I share on this account are created by myself unless specified. May the hands that grip our chains cramp and rot. https://linktr.ee/iwf13
No amount of self care, screen time apps, or deleted social media accounts will fix a system designed to harvest the entirety of the working poor’s time, attention, and wealth. I wish I could give you some cool, socialist answer involving ski-masks and small calibers, but that won’t work either. The change arrived long ago, and it’s here to stay.
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Book cover for “I walk backward on my hands” by Ian Flaherty. Features stylized monster hands reaching through a closed bedroom window, with the design as a whole textured like crumpled paper
Wanna read a modern cosmic nightmare!?
My debut book, “I Walk Backward On My Hands” is available in print and digital formats! Link in my bio for the store page.
Be one of the first to experience The Dreamer and the terror it brings!
#books #writing #read #reading #artists
I have 3 poems being published in a magazine! Super excited! I will provide more information soon for those who would like to read them!
#poetry
A black box containing the following poem, with a black and white rosy maple moth design on the side. Have I made you laugh I really hope I can I'm worth more as a jester Than I was as a man If I can place joy Next to your sorrow And make you think Of a better tomorrow Then all the king's beatings Would sting a bit lighter For if your fire burns hot I can make it grow brighter Every one of my gaffs Is made for that purpose I'll leave you with laughs As I'm faking my service I may not be the one Who strangles the king But it will be done by a man Who likes how I sing
Untitled poem by IWF
#poem #poetry #culture #art
Will I find a title by the time I finish the book? Depends on how maybe more times the jester wants to write
A picture of a city from a parking lot at night. The wet pavement and the side of a brick reflects a warm light from the street lamps, as a cool blue night sky overtakes them.
A blurry, coolly lit air of a cemetery at night. The path ahead stretches into the horizon as the moon peaks over the distant trees.
An orange spider in a window. The trees outside set a dark backdrop, illuminating some webbing by the spiders body.
A few moody shots from last year.
11.03.2025 17:05 — 👍 7 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 0
A black box containing the following poem with a marble hand pointing with two fingers to the side. Break it off in my flesh If you wish to show me mercy I would rather bear the iron of my defeat Than bleed out unworthy My blades are all dull And can do you no harm My flesh in made of cotton And my armor made of yarn A fool like the others Here only as a gaff For I will die on the battlefield When my only purpose was to laugh A joke that is good As any I could tell Just don't let them forget The day the jester fell
Laughs as They Bleed by IWF
#poetry #art #culture
A black box containing the following poem with a green and white mug to the side. Something is broken I'm not sure where The water in the glass And the glass in the air Tumbling down In a space with no end If the glass hits the bottom Will the glass bend? Has it already shattered Is that what I'm feeling? How could a glass break When there's no floor or ceiling? It was dropped Many Years back It has yet to meet a floor Upon which it will crack The anticipation Is it as bad as the shatter? Or does it just remind you That none of this matters
About to Break by IWF
#poetry #art #culture #discover
A black box containing the following poem with a white and green checkered mug falling to the side - Something is broken I'm not sure where The water in the glass And the glass in the air Tumbling down In a space with no end If the glass hits the bottom Will the glass bend? Has it already shattered Is that what I'm feeling? How could a glass break When there's no floor or ceiling? It was dropped Many Years back It has yet to meet a floor Upon which it will crack The anticipation Is it as bad as the shatter? Or does it just remind you That none of this matters
The 2022 abstract painting “Coming Home” by IWF
A black box containing the following poem with a RGB spider design from IWFs work at IL Studios I am overtaken By clouds in an unfamiliar sky They glide across my hills And settle into the valley Beating through the hollow chest Of a beast I once knew so well Their shadow corrupts Until the rivers bear no fruit See me now, wandering bird With bones no weaker than my own Take solace in the wind that is pure For the stale air is sour to the tongue
The “Change and Chains” design from IWF at IL Studios
Looking for my audience
I make art, I write, and I make designs for a streetwear brand.
My work is heavily influenced by the abstract expressionist movement and the DIY punk scene. I’ve been creating for over ten years.
Please consider giving me a follow!
#art #poetry #writing #fashion #culture
Progress report for 2025 so far-
New clothing line- launched
Book- finished but unpublished
Poems- 50ish written
Music- recording at 1am
I will get my come up or I will die typing
sorry for getting all emo this morning it will happen again
28.03.2025 05:47 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0I’d rather you hate me
Than hurt when I’m gone
I’d rather you leave
Than hear bitter songs
I’d rather rot
All alone
I hate when you to cry
But I cant reach the phone
When I die
By my hand
Please let me rot
Alone in the sand
Bury me deeply
Until I don’t smell
Please let me rot
In my own hell
#poetry
Hollow and empty
A vessel once full
Left if in the sun
Till the contents were null
Nothing left to give
And no want to take
Should I pretend that I’m happy
When they know that it’s fake
I’ve given up
On dreaming for myself
Because my dreams aren’t worth
The books on my shelf
#poetry
Screenshot of the Atlantic Signal exchanges, including Michael Waltz saying "the first target - their top missile guy - we had positive ID of him walking into his girlfriend's building and it's now collapsed".
Not to be a wide-eyed naïf about such things but... am I right in thinking that they levelled an entire building to get to one guy and *that* is not controversial to anyone in the American media or political class, only that this information was recklessly shared in an unsecured chat?
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A black box containing the following poem with a white and green checkered mug falling to the side - Something is broken I'm not sure where The water in the glass And the glass in the air Tumbling down In a space with no end If the glass hits the bottom Will the glass bend? Has it already shattered Is that what I'm feeling? How could a glass break When there's no floor or ceiling? It was dropped Many Years back It has yet to meet a floor Upon which it will crack The anticipation Is it as bad as the shatter? Or does it just remind you That none of this matters
The 2022 abstract painting “Coming Home” by IWF
A black box containing the following poem with a RGB spider design from IWFs work at IL Studios I am overtaken By clouds in an unfamiliar sky They glide across my hills And settle into the valley Beating through the hollow chest Of a beast I once knew so well Their shadow corrupts Until the rivers bear no fruit See me now, wandering bird With bones no weaker than my own Take solace in the wind that is pure For the stale air is sour to the tongue
The “Change and Chains” design from IWF at IL Studios
Looking for my audience
I make art, I write, and I make designs for a streetwear brand.
My work is heavily influenced by the abstract expressionist movement and the DIY punk scene. I’ve been creating for over ten years.
Please consider giving me a follow!
#art #poetry #writing #fashion #culture
A black box containing the following poem with a green and white mug to the side. Something is broken I'm not sure where The water in the glass And the glass in the air Tumbling down In a space with no end If the glass hits the bottom Will the glass bend? Has it already shattered Is that what I'm feeling? How could a glass break When there's no floor or ceiling? It was dropped Many Years back It has yet to meet a floor Upon which it will crack The anticipation Is it as bad as the shatter? Or does it just remind you That none of this matters
About to Break by IWF
#poetry #art #culture #discover
Also remember to wash your post and once it’s cooked, do not leave it out for more than two hours. Stay safe gang.
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A selfie taken in a fragmented mirror collage
A large statue in the Boston museum of fine art
A shot of Union Oyster House, the oldest restaurant in America
A picture of the poster walking through a garden in the Boston museum of science
Trip to Boston from a few years back #boston #travel #city #art #history
11.03.2025 18:01 — 👍 11 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0
Some snowy trees in Vermont, shot just after sunrise on a stormy day
A silicon ashtray peppered with half smoked joints and powdered with snow, sitting on a lime green table surrounded by other novelty ashtrays just out of frame
A frozen spiderweb on a porch
A piece of ice that was found in a car, that was carved and briefly used as smoking paraphernalia.
In my winter survival arc, on some winter shit, smokin on some winter greens, got yhat cold pack #winter #snow #vermont #smoking #photography #flashes #fuckinstagram
13.03.2025 16:17 — 👍 10 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0
A black box containing the following poem with a marble hand pointing with two fingers to the side. Break it off in my flesh If you wish to show me mercy I would rather bear the iron of my defeat Than bleed out unworthy My blades are all dull And can do you no harm My flesh in made of cotton And my armor made of yarn A fool like the others Here only as a gaff For I will die on the battlefield When my only purpose was to laugh A joke that is good As any I could tell Just don't let them forget The day the jester fell
Laughs as They Bleed by IWF
#poetry #art #culture
A black box containing the following poem, with a RGB spider design from IL Studios I am overtaken By clouds in an unfamiliar sky They glide across my hills And settle into the valley Beating through the hollow chest Of a beast I once knew so well Their shadow corrupts Until the rivers bear no fruit See me now, wandering bird With bones no weaker than my own Take solace in the wind that is pure For the stale air is sour to the tongue
#poetry #poem #art #culture
20.03.2025 18:58 — 👍 4 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 0
A black box containing the following poem with an abstract painted mask displayed to the right side. Horn o plenty I blow through thee Plainly hollow And empty All that was taken Won't be returned None has been given None has been earned My stomach does ache And my back grows sore For I cannot play The horn anymore
The Horn by IWF
#poetry #art #culture
The design is from my painting, “The Face You’d Recognize” from 2021
A black box containing the following poem with crows flying to the side I see the cave when I close my eyes A place where many fires once burned Only ash could ever remain Of a place like that Where the fire lights Will too see darkness Those who are warmed in its glow Will soon feel cold No flame may burn forever When it's cast upon our eye The only thing that will remember you Left to be remembered
What Do The Ashes Say
By IWF
#poetry #art #culture
Why are people looking for Barack & Michelle to be their saviors now in this moment? Because they have a media empire selling their image off his white house legacy when he was busy droning & deporting the whole term? Get real heroes I beg of you. There is nothing they can speak to fascism.
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A black box containing the following poem with crows flying to the side I see the cave when I close my eyes A place where many fires once burned Only ash could ever remain Of a place like that Where the fire lights Will too see darkness Those who are warmed in its glow Will soon feel cold No flame may burn forever When it's cast upon our eye The only thing that will remember you Left to be remembered
What Do The Ashes Say
By IWF
#poetry #art #culture
A black box containing the following poem with an abstract painted mask displayed to the right side. Horn o plenty I blow through thee Plainly hollow And empty All that was taken Won't be returned None has been given None has been earned My stomach does ache And my back grows sore For I cannot play The horn anymore
The Horn by IWF
#poetry #art #culture
The design is from my painting, “The Face You’d Recognize” from 2021
A black box containing the following poem, with a RGB spider design from IL Studios I am overtaken By clouds in an unfamiliar sky They glide across my hills And settle into the valley Beating through the hollow chest Of a beast I once knew so well Their shadow corrupts Until the rivers bear no fruit See me now, wandering bird With bones no weaker than my own Take solace in the wind that is pure For the stale air is sour to the tongue
#poetry #poem #art #culture
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