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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

It’s easy to be #sanguine later, at the riverside, when the coffee has its hot milk fingers in your mouth. Watching the young lovers pass, the sweep of a leather jacket over his back, her hand curled like a bird nesting at the collar. ‘It didn’t work out because you would have hated it.’ #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

The body sings its summonings in hues of blue, electric greens and the blushing pump of veins. The spell of want is cast, and its giddy spirit flies to me, #esoteric is the holy quickening of flesh, alone with one another we are the magic and the witch’s fingertips. #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

The door creaks a sliver of darkness into the hall. And the child within pricks up its neglected ears, sees something, a waver, a flash of a long white dress. A finger pointing to the tree in the field. Logic laughs like a steel pan, #intuition gets to its feet. #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

You can, if you wish, rake over the old soils. Crops stunted, with deaf and weaselly ears. You can put the currants in your mouth bitter, bitter. Or, knowing the secret heart of the universe, you can go to the #moonglade, eat the silvered apples there. Become drunk on resurrection. #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

Four months on the heart is brittle still, paint peeling from the carmine sill, its wretched congregation of plants viridian once with daydreaming. Silence bangs from the walls. My phone, too, quiet as a young nun. Scrape my heart again, make of it a #palimpest, water the dry shoots anew. #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

The sheets were buttered with late September and no one needed her, feet warm like twin cats beneath them, hours of lazy solitude sent to #console her. When the sun finally dripped under the sea, she had eaten her fill. #vss365

An ocean in the evening light, silver blue sea to the horizon and a sky of pale blue and yellowing clouds. A line of jagged rocks and tall grass in the foreground.

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Ian Duhig @ianduhig.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

RIP Wendell Berry. I've thought about this poem. 'Our Real Work', a lot since starting on Confluence with @julietgutch It reminds me of Paul Valéry : “Une difficulté est une lumière. Une difficulté insurmontable est un soleil." : “A difficulty is a light. An insurmountable difficulty is a sun”.

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Nicolas Robert @robertsnickc.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

‘Two Birds.’ #Drawing by Maurits Cornelis Escher (1938) #art

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

She knows something, a secret handed down through a strong red line of broken hearts. That lipstick is #empathetic, Satin-voiced: ‘Oh, honey, I know…I know…’ He jokes, says: ‘I guess it’s called warpaint for a reason!’ Meanwhile, the temple doors gleam anew the colour of bursting figs. #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

What I wouldn't give to be somewhere it all still felt possible. When you, ice-blonde and stoic as rocks, still had years ahead of you. I wasn't loved by anyone then, but I had Time like toffee in my teeth. Like an irritant. Stuck to me.

A quiet street in Prague many years ago, a row of colourful, many-storied houses fade into exposure along a cobblestone road.

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Rachel Deering @racheldeering.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

Bank Holiday Monday: 🖼️ Catherine Nolin

A painting by Catherine Nolin,which uses bright, intense colours and intricate details.
The painting depicts an interior scene featuring a bright orange-red chaise longue on the left.
A tabby cat is resting on the chaise longue next to a decorative pillow and a small framed picture of a person. A large, intricately detailed botanical design, resembling a tree with various colorful flowers, leaves, and birds, dominates the green background wall. A blue and white patterned vase sits on the floor to the right, beneath the tree.

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Andromeda @ulveheksa.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

There Are Mornings ~ Lisel Mueller

THERE ARE MORNINGS

Even now, when the plot calls for me to turn to stone, the sun intervenes. Some mornings in summer I step outside and the sky opens and pours itself into me as if I were a saint about to die. But the plot calls for me to live, be ordinary, say nothing to anyone. Inside the house the mirrors burn when I pass.

Lisel Mueller

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

The curse was sealed, dipped in black #wax. Hair glued together inside, she pushed it into a forest of nails. ‘You’ll rue every tear that I’ve cried’ Beyond the world, a ripple formed, grinning, blood on its teeth. #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

‘Do you know what to do with this?’ His eyes were almost orange with contempt. The wooden handle like a brown bone in my hand. ‘I think so,’ I said, and sat astride the #broom. My feet left the floor.Through me, a thousand generations of women laughed with their teeth out. #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

I left the #glove in your office on purpose. Smelling of amber, of warm woods and train rides stood too close together. Of the seconds spent watching the underside of your jaw as the wind blew my hair out like a flag. I hope it strangles you without moving. #vss365

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

You can fight it, defend yourself before the black-hatted judge of 3am. But between you, me, and the sheets, the lies come apart, like meat cooked for so long, like the pink #tissue of carnations. #vss365

A close up photograph of the folds of the petals of a pink and red carnation against a black background

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

Turn me under the wheel too, the moving on of yellow fields. Unveil the mysteries in leaf rot. I want the cold in my bones.

A weak sun through a group of spindly tress black with evening

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Petra Vanfossen @petranova.bsky.social · 12/05/2026

Hello! What to know about me: I dont make enough art and I smoke too much and I'm trying to change both. And I always firmly believe that

Graffiti on a wall in blue and white paint that reads 'something wonderful will happen'

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