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Gayle J. Greenlea

@gjgreenlea.bsky.social
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American-Australian poet; Pushcart and Best of Net nominee; Black Bough Poetry, Fevers of the Mind, Ice Floe Press, San Antonio Review, Kalonopia, Headline Poetry & Press, Rebelle Society, Wombwell Rainbow… #BLM #LGBTQIA #Climate #Disability

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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 04/08/2026
#vss365 #prompt #tend
Library

I tend my books like children, 
tousled by wind and sun,
disheveled by romps 
through fields starred with fireflies; 
pages dog-eared with love, 
prune-fingered from bath-splash
and soapy digits.
I smooth their sheets like linens,
tucking them into wooden bunks
to dream until their inky seas 
clamour for another voyage.

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 01/08/2026
Barely managing to squeeze in a poem before your month-long tenure ends, @andyperrincycling.bsky.social. Looks like it was an amazing run. Better late than never. #vss365 #prompt #arrive
The Akashic Archive

I arrive as I depart, 
skin glistening and translucent 
stretched and wrinkled, wet and red, 
blooded from the goddess’ womb;
her mythic mouth open 
to birth another life.

I am an ink blot on the page, 
a dust mote on the shelf of light.
I drift on the crepuscular stream,
cosmic corpuscle illuminating 
ancient spines.
Together, we are billions of beating hearts
forged in a cauldron of blood and stars.
Together, we turn the cosmic pages;
light falls in ciphers. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 21/06/2026
Delighted to share the glory with this week’s talented winners! Much gratitude to our brilliant mentor and editor @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and all the poets who breathe life into this extraordinary community.
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kimdorman.bsky.social @kimdorman.bsky.social · 19/06/2026
Jay Wright
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 19/06/2026
As a dendrophile, I was sad to read that well-meaning lifesaving efforts hastened this patient’s demise. Given Robin Hood was nearest kin, I chose to meld the two deaths in my micro. Article in comments. Thx to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #FragmentsFriday
Murder by Misadventure: Death of a Millenarian in Sherwood Forest

Too much bloodletting;
our medicine, 
malpractice.
Lilliputian-buttresses 
slowed your heartbeat,
mythophile-fandom,
the final sword. 
You died
standing up.

– Gayle J. Greenlea
The ancient Major Oak in Sherwood Forest, associated with Robin Hood, shown with the metal and wooden supports that inadvertently contributed to its death, along with stabilizing cement and compacted earth from hundreds of years of pilgrims’ feet suffocating its roots. Sparsely green, the tree failed to leaf in Spring, and was declared dead.
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TizzyWoman @tizzywoman.bsky.social · 18/06/2026
"Barack, you gotta look at me." At the grand opening ceremony of the Obama Presidential Center, former First Lady Michelle Obama delivered a speech that brought the former president to tears. This is love. Love of husband, love of a president, love of a country.
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Greg Sargent @gregsargent.bsky.social · 19/06/2026
I think Obama's speech also implicitly urges Democrats to go bigger against Trump and MAGA. Small-bore politics and slogans about "affordability" aren't going to cut it. Obama was modeling a big argument for Dems: newrepublic.com/article/2121...
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Greg Sargent @gregsargent.bsky.social · 19/06/2026
The genius of Obama's big speech is this: He effectively stated that Trump/MAGA do not accept the Declaration of Independence's promise of equality. In the battle over our 250th anniversary, we need to put that basic truth squarely on the agenda. New from me: newrepublic.com/article/2121...
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Obama’s Harsh New Takedown of Trump Points to a World After MAGA
The 44th president’s library dedication speech was a powerful explication of liberal patriotism—and much-needed repudiation of the Trump/Vance fascist variant.
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Chen Chen @chenchenwrites.bsky.social · 16/06/2026
i think to be a writer you have to be stubborn, defiant, and at least a bit delusional. i mean, you have to believe—and keep believing—that you have something worth putting on the page. even just for yourself.
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 13/06/2026
Hello, Poets. For #FragmentsFriday, a small encomium for the poet Federico García Lorca, who fought fascism in Spain and was assassinated by firing squad for his opposition to Franco. Much gratitude, @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social.
¡Que viva el duende!

Flamenco in a graveyard,
dark counterpoise 
to the bridegrooms of death.
Bullets 
cannot pinion 
the winged-heart. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Black Bough Poetry @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social · 23/05/2026
If you enjoy #fragmentsfriday and TopTweetTuesday please boost us by getting a copy of our latest anthology, ‘Shored Fragments…’ www.blackboughpoetry.com/shored-fragm...
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Black Bough Poetry @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social · 23/05/2026
3rd place Ashley Linkletter on #fragmentsfriday #poetry #writing #poet
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Ella B. Winters @ella-b-winters.bsky.social · 23/05/2026
What an honour to make it to the top of the podium in this week's #FragmentsFriday, and among such brilliant pieces!! Thank you so much, @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 24/05/2026
Compelling, hypnotic, emotional. “The tinfoil / crumple of the universe”. Every line grips me. Congratulations, Ashley!
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 22/05/2026
G’day, Poets! A wee poem about an emperor of the Australian forest. Diolch to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for hosting #FragmentsFriday.
Emergence

Years entombed, you uncage yourself, 
whisky-winged fugitive bejeweled with amber eyes;
Emperor of the Eucalypts, your reign ephemeral. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 15/05/2026
Hello, Poets. I’m barely under the wire, but here’s a tiny poem for #fragmentsfriday. Diolch to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social.
Still Life

Whalebone blanches in sungaze;
last note of seasong, 
land-bound. 

- Gayle J. Greenlea
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 02/05/2026
West Wing For All Mankind The Expanse Three Body Problem Game of Thrones Breaking Bad Better Call Saul Wire in the Blood Homeland Spooks Line of Duty The Killing Morning Show Newsroom Star Trek franchise Battlestar Galactica X-Files
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 30/04/2026
Worth the wait! “passing pain / or pleasure pixels”. Beautifully done.
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Ju (Julian) @hool415.bsky.social · 21/04/2026
Hullo. This for another Top Tweet Tuesday cosmic themed 60 word challenge, having to avoid a whole list of banned predictable words. #poetry
An 8 Billion Cast Holds Outstretched A Single Spot-lit Yorick


Disinterred each month,
its slowly fattening-grin
fully-facing
when pocks bleed enough 
to clot 
then bandage clouds;
this bony-orb 
marking our first step 
into the wings 
of inconsequence and/or oblivion;
some eyes must watch us:
non-heckling gods;
and beyond the overwhelming mass 
of unsold seats…
from those spine-stiffening
furthest back 
entirely usherless-stalls.



Julian Cason
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Andy Perrin @andyperrincycling.bsky.social · 13/03/2026
For this week’s #FragmentsFriday, Humanity, It Seems Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social with @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for another stellar poetry outlet! Have a great day everyone! #Poetry #Micropoetry
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Ella B. Winters @ella-b-winters.bsky.social · 13/03/2026
For this #FragmentsFriday, a little one based in historical/scientific fact. Thanks for hosting, @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social!
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Pax Morrigan @paxmor.bsky.social · 13/03/2026
Upon learning that our birds are actual living dinosaurs. #fragmentsfriday @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social
Holocene Park

Meteor-lashed, black rain 
rasped world 
ran out 
of horizons. 
They scanted; we crack
breakfast today.
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Rachel @vignettes.bsky.social · 13/03/2026
‪ Hi and thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for #fragmentsfriday For the children #micropoetry #poetry #poetic #poet #writing #shortpoem
“For the children,” they stayed—

a house
holding its breath.

I grew up
where love lived
like that.
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Helen Laycock @helenlaycock.bsky.social · 13/03/2026
To bring up a child from a stranger’s womb makes a very special #mother. This is my 18-word poem for #fragmentsfriday with thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #poetry #micropoetry #skypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrychallenge #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 14/03/2026
Hello, Poets. A micro with gratitude for @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social, #fragmentsfriday
Gloria

Blue butterflies, fluorescent, 
remember the malaise of the tomb, 
caterpillared, sepulchered. 
Now they rise decoding secrets. 
Epstein. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea 

* The blue butterfly is a chosen symbol for survivors of sexual abuse and sex trafficking, arising from Epstein survivor Virginia Giuffre’s advocacy organization SOAR (Speak Out, Act, Reclaim)
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 02/03/2026
#vss365 #timid #poetry #resist
Prayer

When you trample glass underfoot 
like broken mirrors, 
remember the jackboot stomping kristal.
Do not look away from the million, million 
eyes staring up at you.
Let them burn memory into your timid heart
until you swell with courage to speak — 
to mean the words, “Never again.”

The shattered window, 
the cries as neighbors are dragged from cars, 
homes, workplaces, worship spaces: 
hear them. 
Rend the air with the shrill warning of whistles.
Pulverize secrecy with mobile phones.
Our weapons are small, but spined and quilled, 
powered by the ferocity of love.
Our rage rises like righteous smoke, 
a prayer to vanquish madness. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 27/02/2026
Hello, Poets. Spilling some ink for #inkMine. #poetry #NoKings #Resist
No Kings 

Plant your feet firmly in the dreamy ground of protest.
Show your mettle with grand shenanigans: 
a naked bike marathon down ICE-lined streets;
a dance party with inflatable unicorns, lobsters, frogs;
a riot of trees blooming with box fans, blowing off pepper balls.

Play bagpipes on a unicycle in a Darth Vader mask.
Lob sandwiches with extra Mayo or wear them like headphones.
Fight fire with whimsy.
Open fearless lungs to the sky like Jesse Jackson and yell, 
“I Am Somebody!”

Remind them often. 

“We the People of the United States, 
in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice… 
and secure the Blessings of Liberty”…

decry tyranny. 

Grand shenanigans stop tanks and tyrants. 
The Dream is not dead. 
It lives in marching feet, the peaceful occupation of lunch counters, 
tea dumped in a harbor. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Daniel Cummings @nathanbrazil.bsky.social · 11/02/2026
#vss365
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Anant Dhavale @anantdhavale.bsky.social · 11/02/2026
nostalgia is ache a prison of the mind we are hard-wired to be miserable through our knowing the ancients knew it, and offered symbols into the flowing river to let go of what we carry; what we perceive to be our ultimate reality. .Anant #vss365
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 11/02/2026
For Black History Month, I cannot write about black sisters and brothers. Their voices are theirs and it’s crucial to hear them. But I can write as a white woman with mixed heritage. Please forgive the length. There’s a lot to apologize for. #vss365 #ache #poetry
Apology

My friends with black skin, I stand before you in my white ache, ashamed 
that chains of history thunderclap in your chests. I am soul-heavy for the ways 
my people betrayed you, exploited you, beat you, lynched you; wound you, still, 
with our words, actions, omissions; when we fail you as lawless cops savage 
black bodies, because racism burns like crosses under redneck skin; 
when they pull you over because they can, when they arrest you in your own 
neighborhoods and on your front lawns because, they say, you don’t belong.

I am sorry my white skin is accomplice to institutions that harm you, halt 
your economic progress and access to the American dream: Tulsa burned 
to the ground with your successes; opportunity turned to ash, housing denied. 
I see your pride despite colossal obstacles strewn in your path, despite the pain 
and hatred we’ve heaped upon you. Your blood bears the beauty and resilience 
of the African continent: acacia-scented savannas and wetlands, veined rivers, 
wilded with sage. You’ve sown your strength into the foundations of America. 
You are backbone, conscience, wisdom. Shame on us when we forget.

I am sorry for every black man who languishes in prison, every child crushed 
by adults who can’t see past melanin, who treat her like a criminal, who criticize 
his hair, who throw them out of school for minor infractions because whiteness 
fears black perseverance. You are survivors, indefatigable. You belong. I celebrate 
with you when another glass ceiling is broken, and you rise, like leaven in rich 
multigrain bread. 

I am sorry we did not welcome you as equals, yin to our yang, inseparable, free. 
We the People are incomplete, as long as a single link of your chains remain. 
I will remember, and I will work by your side to be a nation that deserves you.
I will sing your anthems, if you let me, and together, we will shoulder the sky. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 10/02/2026
#vss365 #bones #poetry
Seer

Blow on the bones and roll them.
First, warm them in your hands. 
Let them feel the sultry cadence 
of blood fluming through tributaries, 
homing to soft caverns of the heart.
Let them sprout feathers
to ferry them into the spirit world.
Enliven them with your own energy.
Open your hands, gently.
Release them on currents of breath
and let them fly.
They will land in a sonorous clatter.
Their message is a map, 
a poem for you to decipher. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Rother Writes @rotherwrites.bsky.social · 06/02/2026
...and I thought this prompt was beyond me. A late clarity of mind saved the morning for #PoemsAbout #Mouths. I'll get back to you later today... @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #PoetsOnBluesky

Stream of Unconsciousness

After ‘Not I’, Samuel Beckett

constant flux ─ breathless febrile
jabbering ─ noise taste fear
spitting viper ─ hardly a breath

there’s confession but who’s talking

storytalking ─ dreamtalking
monochrome orphan of hunger
repulsion ─ breaking through
betrayal whispering ─ detached
bitter Id transgression

falling from a cliff edge
somewhere deep in the psyche

© Glenn Barker February 2026
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StrictlyChristo 🇺🇦🌻 @strictlychristo.bsky.social · 06/02/2026
Rep. Ted Lieu (D-CA) tells reporters the Epstein files contain allegations that President Trump raped and threatened to kill children.
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The Cathy Wilcox @cathywilcox.bsky.social · 03/02/2026
A heavily redacted cartoon. My @smh cartoon.
Single frame. Title: “[redacted]” A line of early teen? girls looking at the viewer. Behind them, silhouettes of four generic men, some with hand on shoulders of the girls, which have been through six iterations of redaction to satisfy the newspaper’s lawyers that none are identifiable.
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 04/02/2026
#vss365 #pain #EpsteinFiles Trigger warning: CSA
Two graves
“in the hills outside the Zorro”,
two girls discarded in foreign soil,
Eyes Wide Shut; 
Pain, written in soft tissue,
seeks solace in decay.

Zorro Ranch masks skinwalkers
with glowing eyes
who hide their faces behind clay, 
mimic human cries, 
ferry prey to luxury dungeons
on Boeing wings;
disguise unspeakable acts 
in ritual magic, dark 
as the Vantablack forest. 

Death masquerades as play
for those with power and too much time,
whose wealth inoculates them from mercy, 
whose bodies are weapons trained 
on the vulnerable.

Trauma is not silenced in the grave.
The dead do not rest easy. 
They are medicine bags
stirring roots and soil. If you’re quiet,
you may hear their voices rustling on the wind.

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Greg Sargent @gregsargent.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
Trump's arrest of Don Lemon shows that his "pivot" is an utter farce. As legal experts tell me, this looks appallingly corrupt. Indeed, it's likely this is all about sending a message that Trump isn't deescalating in the slightest. New piece with fresh details here: newrepublic.com/article/2059...
newrepublic.com
Trump’s ICE Agents Arrested Don Lemon. Then the Story Got Even Darker.
Trump has been raging about the former CNN journalist. Attorney General Pam Bondi just had him arrested, a move one legal expert slammed as “highly irregular.”
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
The simply devastating line from @joaquincastrotx.bsky.social’s visit with Liam Ramos and his dad in Dilley where many children just like him are being held: “Liam also asked where his bookbag and his bunny hat are.” - Adrian Carrasquillo
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Adrian Carrasquillo @adriancarrasquillo.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
NEW from me: Liam Ramos should bring the Trump administration to its knees www.thebulwark.com/p/liam-ramos... via @thebulwark.com
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Why a Scared 5-Year-Old Boy Shook Our National Conscience
What the image of Liam Ramos, grabbed in Minnesota and thrown in detention in Texas, means for our democracy.
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Melanie Lynn Griffin @melaniegriffin.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
#Springsteen comes through with the iconic song of this regime's reign of terror. Thank you, Bruce. Please share #Minneapolis #ReneeGood #AlexPretti #ICE #ICEOUT #DHS www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDaP...
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Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Minneapolis (Official Lyric Video)
YouTube video by Bruce Springsteen
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
Thanks to @blsamaddar.bsky.social for today’s #vss365 poetry prompt: #thrum
Cold Front

Drones thrum, churning air, propwash 
protesters on the ground. 
Whistles brittle, flashbangs funnel 
shockwave, heat, swelling cloud. 
Voices cantillate: “Shame, shame.”
ICE thugs drag witnesses facedown through snow, 
violently throw an old woman down a hill.
Protectors run to help. 
“We will crush ICE, we are taking back our rights.”
“Love, not hate, makes America great.”
Sonic cannons beam screeching hell. Tear gas 
burns. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 28/01/2026
Many thanks to @blsamaddar.bsky.social for the #vss365 poetry prompt, #wane.
Crying Wolf

Truth wanes. Lies 
are wolves hounding the sheep,
snaveling them into the woods 
one by one. A boy cries, 
filling heads with alternative facts
until wits are consumed by wool. 
No one believes.
The Alpha wolfs down the flock.

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 26/01/2026
Gratitude to @blsamaddar for the #vss365 poetry prompt, #cusp
The cusp is a crossing, a state of in-between; 
like a river dividing two kingdoms, 
or an infinitesimal sliver of moonlight 
slicing through cloud.
It’s the bleeding edge of something radically different:
the event horizon on the rim of a black hole,
strange as wave-particle duality and superposition.
Is the cat alive or dead?
Is it fascism yet? 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Ju (Julian) @hool415.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Hullo #vss365 and to #unmoored
Unmoored



Open seas,
beyond a smudge of shore,
is our found plotted-position
but we must always sail further
and trade 
for more.
The world does not owe 
us easy berth:
we bob and ride the daily swells
ever unmoored,
weathered alone,
till a grasped rope of low
half-seen stars
guides us magically 
into our suddenly recognised
awaited port.
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Andy Perrin @andyperrincycling.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
winter blues drifting aimlessly in cold unmoored politics #vss365 #unmoor
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 23/01/2026
Gratitude to @blsamaddar for the #vss365 poetry prompt, #unmoored.
Cataclysm 

Gravitational waves emanate from the rupture.
The center cannot hold.
A golden escalator delivered our destruction:
a neutron star colliding with our own. 
We are unmoored, roots torn, 
mortared and pestled to cosmic dust. We drift,
disconnected particles between polar extremes.

Nuance and subtlety buckle like a paved-over rose garden,
dined on by tuxedoed billionaires.
History, pocked by revisions, is a playground for strongmen 
crowning themselves in laurels.
Morality, composted by radioactive decay, 
is a black hole of corruption.
Meaning, a Firebird — dark and songless, beak a diamond stylus
stuck in a vinyl groove — caged in a temporal whorl.

Courage is lifting the needle, composing a new song. 

– Gayle J. Greenlea
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Ju (Julian) @hool415.bsky.social · 21/01/2026
Hullo @victoriaspires.bsky.social and to #promptcombo #subtext Am lobbing in a very old one if that ok. Thanks for hosting and ** Congrats again for the Forward Nomination** Ruddy marvellous news!!!
The Gauge Of Love



Sat in the middle of love:
bowl of cereal 
in the kitchen,
under vapour trails
from your bouts
of circling busyness

with a son on my left,
his homework 
battling
the internet;

you telling me 
spilt coffee-drops
are a scar,
and suddenly,
all the other things
you have held in
or found.

This is mid-love,
I guess;
not by the seating
in an ever tightening
room,
but a needle 
recording
(just for tonight),
its half-drained level.
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Andy Perrin @andyperrincycling.bsky.social · 19/01/2026
fragile America veering so far from moral standing #vss365 #veer
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Andy Perrin @andyperrincycling.bsky.social · 21/01/2026
white pine boughs a country bends before she breaks #vss365 #bend
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Is anyone else alarmed that a U.S. president w/ credible ties to an international child sex trafficking ring, is using an arm of federal government to abduct children? Reminder: there are still hundreds of children missing from Trump’s first term family separation enforcements.
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Gayle J. Greenlea @gjgreenlea.bsky.social · 21/01/2026
Many thanks to @blsamaddar for the #vss365 poetry prompt, #bend.
A republic, if you can keep it


Do not bend the knee. 
Do not obey in advance.

Winter has pulled a white sheet 
over the body, blurring the crime scene.

America chills in the morgue; pulse-less, 
unseeing, mute. 

Life goes on, unwitting accomplice.
Time to wake. Walk like Lazarus, spine extended. 

Speak the holy incantations of self-rule:
WE THE PEOPLE.

Unspool the regime, melt ICE
Spring brings second chances. 


– Gayle J. Greenlea
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