poetry and fiction

Poetry, Writing, Novel in Progress by nick bonarski. 34|Mi ig: @eighthseawritings reblog: livenseed

[eighthseawritings]

here is one pretty poem

burning underneath a kettle

in the kitchen where I grew up

-

all of my worries are ashes now,

the smoke alarm’s disabled

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I’m trying to catch the drifting

butterflies

before they’re gone forever

[eighthseawritings]

hello, and I love you

I'm not sure which angle to

approach from, so I don't choose an angle

and walk a straight line

with a book in my hands, I'm

reading to myself following the

pavement here

a bird in my heart chirping sunlight

traveling long distance

to say hello, and I love you to life.

[eighthseawritings]

I hope you don’t believe them, I hope you don’t

buy into the scam to make a quick buck I hope

the rain that runs down the side of the house clears

away the snow I hope that

sits well with you

and if not,

may the snow remain may the cardinals

survive this new wave of disease

the exchange, the replacement

go well, end well

may the rain take you where

you want to go may

this poem serve as the warmth

and the boat my heart

is still roaming the hills and the valleys

the mountains and the alleys

of places familiar, yet unknown

the far away calling of home.

[eighthseawritings]

obsidian, ivory keys

lover of mine

sit next to me

what am I worth?

another song, there must be something

but you’re gone

over the moon in an old rocket

you’re an angel without a halo

your distance, earth-shattering

long and unbidden, their wings fair and fluttering

following your footsteps lighting up across the cosmos

my fingers fitting their shapes around your travels

how I cope with being alone

in sunlit rooms filling with water

blinking back like a probe returning

the alarmingly beautiful

photographs of Jupiter

dowsed in gold and crimson

somewhere there is still a place for you in me

[virtualrealityhuman]

[allnightsong2]

Always.

[eighthseawritings]

Spinners

spinning and spinning

these words on my tongue

shining stars

without direction

filled with energy

they rise and dress

their orbit

present

and we all direct them

because they need to go this way

they need to go this way

[eighthseawritings]

Dream with you on a bullet train

because life is speeding up,

at the grocery store nearly bowled

over by an old man

that refused to stop

or swerve. I don’t think he saw me,

and left, right,

couldn’t breathe

could hardly think

it hasn’t been this bad in so long

but we shared a room on this train

and the whole sky was open to us

the wind had no effect

and when the rain fell we moved

inside and the speed of things

leveled out

it was the best I could think of

today.

[eighthseawritings]

Distracted Driving

Lake Huron

squarely through the window

stratus clouds above

mirroring its movements

engines’ susurrus

humming at the light

in East Tawas

peeling an orange

as interpretive solo

a perfect trick for

the magician.

[eighthseawritings]

Honeybee

in the knotweed tangle

in the sun-

warm florets resting,

shut-eye summer

my heartbeat nimble hummingbird

feet that do chance landing

watched through the window

waiting as we must,

clear window

I thank you, I thank you

[eighthseawritings]

Good Morning, Morning

I rose to catch this morning’s crescendo

in my net, to pull it in a little closer

while the seconds slip between

its knot, breaking like color from a prism

Where is it going, this morning?

left me with that gold of afternoon

weighing salt to my skin, a sweaty fleece

to be slinked off in the shade of a cake tree.

O, cynosure of my dreaming, this morning

the penny I found will go to the horse. Please,

may it sugar the rest of my hours.

[eighthseawritings]

a moth dances in the breeze

opening its paper wings

lands and rests among the weeds

rising through the gravel

an unpaved road, a road untraveled

when the wind blows

it slips into the yard through a hole

in the fence reaching a branch of violet heads

there between the pool and the tractor

a vast jungle of grass

before moving on into the slopping hills

forever past my line of vision

[myownknight]

Spilled Ink Community???

hi guys, I got a community approved for Spilled Ink? I'm hoping vibes similar to 2012 desk poetry tumblr, when we still had tag mods. if you like or reblog this post I'll add you!

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original poetry and spoken word

[eighthseawritings]

I did gladly drink

the Chickadee’s dee-dee’ing

as I was given to some celebrating

beyond, perhaps, what I had meant

but it was not in my considering

since the Chickadee’s dee-dee’ing

saved me the thinking

[eighthseawritings]

bubbles of color ascending

above the audience

a flock of birds

slow moving—

where did they go?

only for a moment

then, they’re back

[eighthseawritings]

I did gladly drink

the Chickadee’s dee-dee’ing

as I was given to some celebrating

beyond, perhaps, what I had meant

but it was not in my considering

since the Chickadee’s dee-dee’ing

saved me the thinking

[fairuzfan]

UPDATE: Sheets for Privacy in North Gaza

Because of the intense bombing of Jabaliya refugee camp in North Gaza, the destroyed homes that people were sheltering continue to lose walls and structure. There is no privacy for Palestinians as they struggle to find safe places to live in the midst of this genocide. To help with this, Mahmoud Abusalama, our friend in North Gaza, distributed sheets for people to put up for privacy.

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[ID: Mahmoud AbuSalama speaking to the camera with a car in the background, it's trunk open. There are rolled up sheets in the trunk. Then people come in to help Mahmoud put in more sheets in the trunk.]

[nabulsi]

I've had a chat with a woman named Suad and she's trusted me to share her story with you all.

Suad is a young engineer from Gaza who was excelling in her field, and had recently been told that she is pregnant. She had a bright future ahead of her until disaster struck and Israel and their constant bombings destroyed everything she holds dear.

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(ID in Alt)

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