Collecting Stardust

If you must know, I am a geeky artist and mother. I'm 33, and I write, I photograph, and I love with all my heart. Share and enjoy life with me. I'm bursting with colour. I post things that I write. I sometimes share other's writings. I very occasionally share updates on my and my family’s life, or other parenting posts. Most things I post are artistic, poetic, and lovely. Some may be controversial. Whatever it is, if you do not like it, you can simply unfollow or scroll past.  Get your copy of COLLECTING STARDUST now! Ps, I apologize for the ad on the side of the page. I'm a mom attending college, and every penny I get helps. haha I know ads are annoying, so I'm sorry. Please bear with me >_

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Grief stopped by for an intimate visit tonight.

[letmebethecure]

A disconnection

I have lost myself again

In pursuit of warmth

I still feel cold

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This isn’t poetry related but I wanted to share anyways.

If you like Girl Scout cookies, you should order them from my daughter to help support her and her troop. We’re trying to reach a minimum of 300 boxes of cookies sold, and we’re about 1/3 of the way there.

Here’s the link a second time. Help my daughter get all the cool panda stuff (the rewards this year is a bunch of cute panda merch) and help support her troop doing fun activities! 🫶🏻

Here’s a photo of the rewards she can get so you know what we’re working towards. She wants that cute panda blanket.

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Hey friends. It’s been a while since I’ve updated with anything.

I’m sewing again and making cloaks.

I am taking pre-orders for hooded winter cloaks. The outside will be a very supersoft white velvet with a lined inside that is red, optional to have some faux fur lining the edges.

You have the option for two different sizes (examples in second photo): 2/3 cloak (reaches legs but not floor) for $140 or a full cloak (reaches floor) for $175 (plus $15 shipping for both). These are high quality.

In order to reserve this, you can either pay in full or we can set up a personalized payment plan that starts with a $50 nonrefundable deposit and then I will ship it out to you once you’ve finished paying it off.

I’m super excited about these. Please order them lmao

Message me if you’re interested and want more information and we can discuss your measurements (for full cloak), whether you want rounded or pointed hood, other details, and payment. 🫶🏻

Also, follow me on IG: @sword.stitch

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the spark between us — aster lune

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You can find me on Bluesky! This is my official account, where I’ll continue sharing my poetry just like I do on Tumblr, Instagram, Facebook and Poetizer.

@asterlune.bsky.social

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clarity in distance — aster lune

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not the love of my life — aster lune

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the weight of quiet evenings — aster lune

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dancing with ghosts — aster lune

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reflections on an empty glass — aster lune

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the kitchen — aster lune

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return of the ghost — aster lune

[inkskinned]

somewhere out there someone has probably used AI to write their wedding vows. someone out there is probably loading their hinge profile with AI quippy responses. when i close my eyes i picture a man hunting through chatGPT prompts, trying to get someone else to love him. maybe she sends him back chatGPT too, and two robots fall in love.

is this our new lives, then? is love scripted? i have a dandelion heart and some part of me wants to believe that AI will not obtain self-reliance by evil but instead by discovering the single perfect shape of love - the one thing humanity (in all our time and force) could never quite nail down. maybe it will be a string of numbers. the imprint of static, the universe's thumbprint. maybe it will just be a single long mirror, and jam dripping down your hands.

i know there are "good" reasons. i was nervous! or i was unsure how to say it! but - i want your nervous words. i want your unsure words. i want you to strike entire pages of work for me. i want you to gesture vaguely, to ransack your mind for ways to instead-of-saying just show me. i want to find where your words fail you and where the summer of your longing blazes out of you, infinite, resisting the capture of definition.

and i want to do the same for you. isn't any love worth a little bit of struggle? i want to shiver with the movie-ripe sense my friends are lovely and i am so tender towards them - i want to never quite be able to explain what it means to spend my life with them. i want to draw shapes on your skin that exit the geometric and fade into the same, wordless pattern. it is still love if silent. you know - i rarely, if ever, actually tell my siblings i love them? i just show up often, and hope the action does the talking.

i know AI is "easier". of course. buttoned up and seamlessly corporate. but i do not want to love you through a film. i do not want to love you with your edges sanded down. i cannot recognize myself in you if you are unmarred and glistening. something about how, with the crystal-clear mp3 files of the present, we ache for the scratch of vinyl. the flaws are what make love worth it. i want the raw and the windbeaten and the unkempt.

something tender, then. i love you because you're real, which means that you cannot be perfect.

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aging grace — aster lune

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Happy Father’s Day — aster lune

a poem dedicated to my sweet husband

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written in the stars — aster lune