Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 05/02/2026Cellar floods. Floods with mead. Her veins do. Her veins flood mead. Lambent. As a warm-stoned room. Castled in it. Castling. Layering. She's a bearskin. Castled a bearskin rug. Held. Midroar held in the roar. Five seconds five hundred years. Five seconds five hundred. Liquid. #vss365 #lambent 1389
Reposted by Emma WulfeSilby @silby.bsky.social · 05/02/2026(monolithic bulk softening to grey, in the fogwreathed far distance) 0172
Reposted by Emma WulfeThe Hermit of Everything @hermiteveryday.bsky.social · 04/02/2026You are pale but unqualified.You will never be a ghost or spectre. You can pretend to haunt forests, glide through fog as if you can disappear but you will always shine too brightly. You will never scare. Things will approach cautiously but will never be afraid. #vssdaily unqualified #vss365 ghost 2347
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 04/02/2026#Ghost is the shape of wanting after a body. You can touch yourself to feel the outline, the shape desire carves. You are the empty space another's need has made. If you open, the wanting wants in, flooding you with shapelessness. A ghost has no shape but has yours, traced. #vss365 0255
Reposted by Emma WulfeSteve Westby @stevewestby.bsky.social · 03/02/2026#Pain maybe it's a kind of covenant we need this signal that something's wrong and our practice is to gently notice to listen and to thank it #vss365 0276
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 03/02/2026#Pain insists on skin insisting nerve. And sovereignty to be known self where you begin. I cats cradle nerves into prayer into lexicon. In truth, you can be a disciple of anything. Pain. Here. Now. A kind of love lettering. Unfurl your hands. Pleasuretwin, let me give you this. #vss365 1276
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 31/01/2026She soothes him by blow-drying his balls on the cool setting after a hot shower. She passes him a box of shiny red alarm clocks to throw at the neighbours. One by one. They explode like apples. He reminds her of bottle rockets. She accompanies him proudly, on a slide whistle. #vss365 #soothe 1225
Reposted by Emma WulfeCatherine Baker @catbake.bsky.social · 28/01/2026bright winter morning light slides across the table rainbows fill this glass 04716
Reposted by Emma WulfeJenny Gaitskell @jennygaitskell.bsky.social · 27/01/2026clouds breaking swans land on grey skies in the field #DailyHaikuPrompt (pasture) 08122
Reposted by Emma WulfeJohn Lechner @johnlechner.bsky.social · 31/01/2026Frozen water on the window pane, magic is everywhere. ❄️ 210819
Reposted by Emma WulfeDaniel Cummings - work hiatus @nathanbrazil.bsky.social · 31/01/2026#vss365 He awoke standing with an unfamiliar kid in his arms. It began to squirm, and his body took over, #soothing the child, speaking in a familiar voice. He had been sleepwalking for so long, he was now just a passenger in his own body. He wondered what was keeping him tethered. 0347
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 31/01/2026He soothes her like the rumble of a plane bulkhead, passengerless. Like snow drifting on the night of a snow moon. She doesn't know what else she could tell you about it. But if you look down there are sleepy, glowing farmhouses. #vss365 #soothe 3388
Reposted by Emma WulfeAvishek ghosh @avishekcolours.bsky.social · 30/01/2026When nature speaks I keep quiet Size 17 by 13 inch on paper Medium oil Original available 3014217
Reposted by Emma Wulfeאברה (wingeater) @wingeater.bsky.social · 28/01/2026the city drips slowly into your throat, grinding you thin, a Rothko of oil clotted with soot on machined steel 1123
Reposted by Emma WulfeTim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 27/01/2026and in the end just waves, and clouds, and light 014825
Reposted by Emma WulfeDaniel Cummings - work hiatus @nathanbrazil.bsky.social · 30/01/2026the thrum of the train its rhythmic pulse rippling the sea between us rolling low lying clouds and velvet sky a sensual backdrop and you wind-kissed shadows flowering upon your skin intoxicated swaying in the sweet night in the thrall of this endless soft and dark #vss365 24413
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 30/01/2026#thrum is hum, a sore garlic thumb. A red bird in a grizzling. Ghost. Yes it is not quite, but also. Buttering mustering yellow. Hyacinth carbonic kartoffeln, yes/no. The sun it is feathering. Rain to the feel miriam-miriam #vss365 0214
Reposted by Emma Wulfemcldf @lttlmkkl.bsky.social · 29/01/2026#Obfuscate oblique in the line of descent outspoken next line keep to guide point motion junctions supplies conic section= locus constituted givencondition methods ends @opposed to Flowing only incoming object denoting those on whom weight limit difficulty child in the womb contention mistoo #vss365 072
Reposted by Emma WulfeJohn Lechner @johnlechner.bsky.social · 26/01/2026A forest of ice crystals on the window. ❄️ 111519
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 29/01/2026He wants clarity like conquest like clean striped socks. She brings him obsfuscations. Yeasted doughs, peperomias in macramé, meringues of knotted cat hair. She lays them at his feet like microwaved mice. Well no one told her you shouldn't! Poor things. #vss365 #obsfuscate 0154
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 28/01/2026The #quiver logic. She's a softshelled crab with it, hullscuttled with whatsheshouldn'tknow. He's full-snout and brooding; even the porch light is frowning. She steadies. The word both. Cupped. Like an egg. #vss365 0174
Reposted by Emma WulfeDaniel Cummings - work hiatus @nathanbrazil.bsky.social · 27/01/2026#vss365 on borrowed time we held the #waning fire of summer in our hands painted daisies and beads of honeysuckle falling like diamonds your mood darkening with the turn of the leaves the sweet sorrow of an angel fingering the notes of the chill air snow drops hidden in the bone white of winter 1388
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 27/01/2026Don't mistake waning for weakness. She's not disappearing. She's concentrating. Distilling herself to pure appetite. The Irreducible. Fangs in the heart of want. Incisors that remain when all that is soft burns away. Faultless, inside. Fatted. Pink lambneck of a threshing world. #vss365 #wane 1258
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 27/01/2026I used to, and am re-exploring visual art for my writing (did painting originally) in collage format. Just really hate doing it digitally. Also I suspect I like to be maddened by it 😂🙃 so you aren't wrong with your intuition! 110
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 27/01/2026That "into" looks tricky to place, but here "/live wire/" and "need/" really sing. And "/to bite into/" feels phonetically chompy... and the feminine ending lines up the wire perfectly... Anyway, sounds musical to my ear! 110
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 26/01/2026John! Thank you :) Just gathering some energy again 🐸 010
Reposted by Emma WulfeDaniel Cummings - work hiatus @nathanbrazil.bsky.social · 26/01/2026#FoxProse paper planes aflame plummeting wings shorn of feathers a flickering light not for any reason just emotions flaring in that nascent dark a magnet that has no sense of true north why surrender to timid lines of electricity i need to bite into live wire and feel again 3186
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 26/01/2026Oooh hello! 👋 Yes those 20 characters are wonderful! :) 110
Reposted by Emma Wulfeelly from earth -- Elly Nobbs @pleides.bsky.social · 25/01/2026winter's spell hides life under hard snow, blurs time-lines searches old photos #thingstowriteabout (enchantment) ✨ #senryusunday #senryu #haiku #poem 12811
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 26/01/2026Thank you Elly, it is nice to see you ❤️ hoping I can be around a bit more again 🤞🌸 010
Emma Wulfe @emmawulfe.bsky.social · 25/01/2026The #Ruse is a jewel of nothingtaste. A skin prick of foxglove sap, unable to be swallowed, refusing to be buried—believe her, she has tried. In slant light it is angels' hum and opal. She warns them not to listen. They tell her there is no Ruse. She sees them. Itching. #vss365 3227
Reposted by Emma WulfeSilby @silby.bsky.social · 24/11/2025thunderstorm arc-light; kilovolts surging through flesh– lichtenberg burnscar 1103
Reposted by Emma WulfeSilby @silby.bsky.social · 20/12/2025acrid scorched-bone scent, pyrography on scrimshaw; letters coil in smoke 1123
