manic mortal mushroom

22 | student, writer, poet, artist | literature abuser |

[within-the-last-minute]

stay safe because i like being alive at the same time as you.

[literaryvein]

made an edit of a quote from the piece, "Cas Fortuit", from my debut writing collection [get a copy & read the full piece HERE] [or PDF] —L. V.

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Edward Sackville-West, written c. September 1926, from The letters of Virginia Woolf : Vol. III, 1923-1928

[verumex]

[seraphinesaintclair]

Seraphine Saintclair, Musings

[seraphinesaintclair]

Seraphine Saintclair, Musings

[gh0stwithaheart]

i write better than i speak but i think better than i write

[anarchistmemedistro]

[ouc-h-deactivated20180811]

i feel like pluto when it stopped being a planet

[havingapoemwithyou]

Scientific method by James Tadd Adcox

[thisisalovestry]

file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever

[insomniparty]

[bk-poetry]

black rice

Forbidden, as they call it. As if the colour were the crime. Purple water rising in the pot. Ma's hands do not translate. Grains holds dark the way she holds her name in my mouth @ roll call— smaller, softer, blunt on the tongue.

Grandmother's kitchen exists only in a photograph she was not in.

At the dinner table, late white plates. At school: white plates. Everywhere has same instruction— be less grain, more water.

A woman at the market lifts a bag, reads the label twice, says exotic the way she would say pretty the way she would say where are you really from.

Neither shore claims the tide. Still, it cooks. Still, darkens the water around it. Purple bruises never discussed. Still, it feeds.

[sleepy-penmarks]

— sorin bell //frog (04/19/2026)

[ruhaniya]

"you should be at the club" i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be at the moon. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care.

[serratedpens]

Shannon Pratson, "Still Life with Sky, Coffee, Tulips, Anna Karenina, and God"

[boykeats]

[ID: excerpt from a poem reading,

"Grocery store tulips. Empty coffee cup in the sink. Morning sky smeared pink, like the inside of a salmon.

I have been lonely in so many cities and now I am lonely in absence of the city, the crowd at the Met that made me small and whole as a seed.

How do other people pray?"

/end ID}

[depsidase]

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.