#poetry fodder

[asthenightreigns]

You call it a traumatic experience,

I call it 🎀poetic fodder🎀

[asthenightreigns]

Crimson Ink

When will you open your eyes and see

That this world is never going to be free?

'Cause the war is won,

The price is paid,

The son is lost,

The mothers, they wail.

'Cause the ones you believed, was ever wrong

You never saw, what was there all along

Though the rumours did say

But who'd believe a stray?

That you were deceived

By the leader you once believed

They led you to victory

And say all's now glittery,

But is it really won

When you lost everyone?

Memories and devestation, they would stay

The bereaved families would always pray

But the history will change

The winners will write

What once was blood

Is mere words tonight

-As The Night Reigns

© Zakia Mustafa 2025

[amaised44]

Excerpt from “Inside a Dog’s World,” by Alexandra Horowitz. 

[amaised44]

Entrainment

The spontaneous synchronization of oscillating systems as in the illumination patterns of fireflies to the wingbeats of free-flying barnacle geese to the tendency of an applauding audience to start clapping in synchrony. 

https://aeon.co/essays/the-way-music-moves-us-shows-the-mind-is-more-than-a-machine

[pdrennan]

steve came to visit for 4 days and it’s been the best fucking time of my life since i can remember and i just said goodbye to him til idk when and i am feeling the air i just refilled my lungs with slowly disappear and i am so fucking scared of forgetting how to breathe again

[dizzydarling-blog]

word bank to date

We said we wanted to know all of the words.  So we began to write them on the backs of each other's hands, on our arms, wherever we might be able to keep them and revisit them and press them in to our consciousness. lissom comity undulating nascent clinquant serenity tenebrous vertiginous torpid agraffe wanweird malinger evanescent luminescent basorexia brabble defenestrate

[reallifedocumentarian]

How did we go from rapacious yellow hordes ready to ravage your white women- to the sexless Asian in the background of your television? From the militant, harvesting masses- to the model minority helping you prepare your taxes?

[mlle]

From The Insomniac Liar of Topo by Norman Dubie

Election Night A woman inside a black and gold shade is eating rice with small red peppers shredded in it. She washes her face, a large insect with an arcade pincerlike hand clawing through silver-plated timepieces, sunglasses with turquoise lenses and a copper blade for paring toenails or peaches. This mind reader is a muse of terrible futures. This morning she said that she was not surprised by the pool of urine on the kitchen tiles. She did not berate the miniature dog but rather her husband. He thinks, while stepping over the waters, that damn pond where the gray monk drowned his two kittens. Sleeping all winter, then the cook's sister realizing the cold bastard was dead. A clairvoyant from the suburbs of Detroit, she whispers to her client while choking on incense. Suck it up, dearie. The zipper scar on your belly is romantic like an amber centipede dragging itself across wet rocks in Scottish moonlight. . . (. . . to be continued)