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- gray overcast – i feel gravity’s hug drawing me closer today, feet heavy-laden. it claims me, restrains me, i have ever only wanted to fly – touch a sky so young and rebellious, oh, my love, to be so free – part the clouds, then boil the seas. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

- we were in pretty rough shape, in the days after God’s death. where would we place our thoughts & prayers? even worse – the lawyers wrangled for weeks over the bequest. turns out – God never had a will and left Her phone & keys on the table by the front door. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

- morning alarm screams me from dreams - i was flying, feathered and free, azure skies, now gray sheets. morning news - bombs and fear and AI and guns… no reprieve from the horrors that assault my senses. turn off the TV. crawl back in bed. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

- i have missed your certainty ever since you left, faith was never a question - you knew who you were in the eyes of god and acted accordingly. there was never a need for some new Pentecost to purify you. you let the rest of us learn the taste of our new tongues. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

- i remain still in the rowboat, run ashore on a pebbly strand, safe for now from the ineffable stars that pursue me, safe from a peace i never earned, renounce the majesty of our meadow abloom in wildflowers, a bee-buzzed glade to which i shall never return. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

- the nature of a heart - is its truest intentions ever known? i gather the moss to me, its damp soothes the burn, the ember that may be nurtured to flame - someday. but today i must relent. no more fear of immolation, i must trust the pain. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

- indiscreet star(ing) at the end of the bar – lidded, liquid eyes music puls(ing) – a visceral heartbeat, new circadian whiskey shudders around its ice cube her finger motions come hither – i mouth, me? take my glass and saunter toward my reckon(ing). - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

- your scent dangles from satin ribbons tied 'round a hawthorn branch. the glade is moonlight & cicadas & need. a guttural growl, shapeless hunger - something feral, seeking to raze me from within. oleander tied 'round my pulsing throat - my final restraint. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

- forgetting – recalling – i cannot sift the sands of truth through my hands. a tempest – a madness – sails slatting, pulling me across a sea spellbound by the tumult, love – death – the passion in Calypso’s eyes, followed by cries, i cannot discern from the wind. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

- pinned down by sea ice, my ship groans under the cold sea's ever-shifting indignations. you are somewhere out there, lost to me – across the expanse of barren blue and white, the ever-day awaits me to disembark, subsume into the blinding palm of sunlight. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

- i want to recall our halcyon days, nest with you – two kingfishers upon a settled bay. but life is never that simple – is it, my love? we must drown, drink a living death before stormy seas abate, and we return home shiny, and blue. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

- fruit in a basket on the kitchen counter - pretty colors of attraction. your car keys rest alongside it, a wet note as well, written in black, such conflict between yellow or orange, the loser so deprived of blood. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

- oh, to reclaim our childlike wonderment – being still among fireflies, listening to their faerie wings hum by. stargazing – first shooting stars, mother saying we’re safe from harm. bedtime stories, words, oh, such beautiful words! when did we cease to marvel? #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

- my mother collected Precious Moments figurines. she arrayed them just so behind a glassdoored armoire, their dead black eyes, pupils oversized, after she died, i would explore their menagerie, stare at them for hours, my reflection overlaid, my pupils so small. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

- there is no hunger in this glade of buzzing bees, all the lions are dead – their ribs cracked wide and filled with honey. we pass by, we eat, whispering riddles amidst its sweetness, our only need is each other – stuft with knowing proximity shall sustain us. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

- table or slab – it no longer matters white-washed walls covered in mud from the flood that swept you away i am still underneath the flickering halogen let the procedure commence – everyone looks angelic in white and i am eager for the change. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

- first frost – colors’ vivid ache, leaves gust about in the dawn chill fleeing from the rake, barren trees – arms stretch to skyward gray, ever upward to touch a somnolent sun, the bluejay stiff in her grassy grave, an autumnal offering to hold winter at bay. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

- Sunday football tailgate another Monday hangover mouth dry eyes red head hurts sweaty bed need water then i can die – why do i do this? [draw the blinds!] victim to another sanguine sunrise, rife with the hellish cries of all those fucking birds. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

- paddling down river, each oar-strike a reminder of my efforts, confused by mists that disguise your landing. my canoe leaks, patched by moss & rapacity, your scent tainted by petrichor – this esoteric pursuit of love, each seep exposing places left unmended. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

- words escape me maundering deep in the woods, seeking counsel from careworn autumn trees, the eloquence of wind coursing through leaves, a soft susurration – a tongue i ache to decipher, teaching me how to weather a season absent you. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

- another azure morning - blue has not been pretty since. 25 years, Mike. i can’t believe it’s been 25 years, Mike. the naïveté of safety, hatred is real. tears still fall like towers under azure skies, never safe again. be at peace, Mike. you were real. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

- the simplest things fluster me – clarity, supplanted by complexity the choices of a heart – to bleed or not to bleed. across that chasm of desire or need, this mélange of feelings is a bridge suspended & frayed, trembling in gale-force winds. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

- no longer clipped, my wings have regrown. but common sense has died with your roses, suffocated in thorny vines seeking to bleed me, extract one final oblation. and still i lack the intuition to stay grounded, flying across a roiled sea to find you. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

- i beheld you dancing along the shores of Lough Gur – your golden hair unraveling starlight, your robes flowing like a windblown tide, my eyes lost inside the moonglade upon which waves dappled and danced, aching to know your touch – a shadow in your wake. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

- buried alive inside my own mind scraping arcane runes whose meanings die in its meaty wall an oubliette a palimpsest an ode writ in tears scoured clean each night Keats laughing from the dark places where the nightingales have quieted forever. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

- Sunday brunch tastes less arresting – you loved chilaquiles, yolk clinging to your smile. unabashed laughter filling our corner booth, who knew brunch could be so adroit at nourishing a heart? now that same heart beats, famished for another Sunday. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

- the eastern gates of Eden have fallen, and we, the inquisitive, must find a new home. we, who dared defy our father’s will – i will reconnoiter the deer trail ahead follow the call of the mockingbirds whose words deliver us from the fruitless valley below. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

- oh, the litany of mistakes i wish i could undo – i’d begin by understanding distance, love's greatest papercut, but i've lost you forever, i know that now – you’re a gray silhouette on the edge of a darkening forest, waiting to be summoned by its envious mists. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

- pour me another – one for my friend. foggy and blurry, my memory hurts less, words drown, slurred like cursive penned by a lover long lost, its beauties tainted in shipwrecks and blood, so, for now, i have found my elixir, and Donn sits beside me smiling. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

- she has been forgotten by the gods, or maybe she has forgotten them. no matter – there is no solace for her pain, no warm embrace to soothe night’s horrors, no gentle touch to console a mother’s tears just another Niobe turned to stone, weeping for all time. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

- self-worth – an azure cenote hidden beneath our skin, calm and clear, waiting to be discovered. for those who can’t swim, we require others to teach our souls buoyancy, an empathetic breeze to beckon us long after we have forgotten what it means to be needed. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

- concentric circles – votive candles – the sea rumbles along the strand. i am the temple un-maker, words my blasphemy, a final sonnet – an oblation for Ophelia. ivy grows along the trellis, her last warning – wax poetic once more or stay silent forever. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

- love can be contagious for the unprotected. a disease that has no vaccination, you come prepared – the mask which steams up your glasses, the gloves you wear when you hold my hand – hoping to stave off infection. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

- your tongue explores the soft tissue beneath my jaw, where pulse beats, where blood rushes rich, your nails grip the back of my neck, purring low, breath sharpens behind parted lips, seeking the most delicate place to sink your teeth. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

- my sock puppet existence – who can resist this set of googly eyes? your hand inside me, guiding me to speak. am i sick? yellow yarnhair collects on my pillow each night after i practice kissing myself to sleep. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

- you once told me of your dreams, your great prophecies revealed in the night. you spoke of things like destiny – our fate to be together. instead, we have this four-poster bed, stripped bare of sheets, mattress torn, lying empty – a promise stained in tears. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

- at the ford in the river, crows gather. i faintly hear their calls – full of disdain & hunger. shadows pass of erstwhile heroes, burned things & their redolence – smoke stings my eyes, the crone wrings blood from a sponge, returns to washing my rusted armor. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

- the torn sheets from our bed hang spectral-white on the line – some stains remain permanent. your notebook, pen-carved black, holds your decimated incantations secret yet. my wrists, cord-bruised blue, ache to be bound once more. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

- life seems to flow like a nonchalant tide no ‘excuse me’ when the man slams his shoulder into mine am i a revenant? invisible unseen does blood yet course through me? must i dice my fingers with a carving knife to know that i’m alive? - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

- the kitchen clock tocks, ticks away the morning sudsy sink drinks the running water. a floral hand towel covered with blood a carving knife on the counter reflecting butterflies in the garden, and the laughter of children. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

- the eastern gate has closed – we follow a trail of pomegranate seeds into the wild, i follow you, unshaven for days. you hold the razor to my throat – slightly lightly conjure a crimson rivulet, my breath catches in the morning sunlight, eyes wide eyes wet - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

- the poet felt odd for hating cats & tea – that’s all his lyrical comrades posted on Instagram. he felt... Other. the kettle shrieked from the kitchen, reminding him to steep his lover’s oolong. her Birman rubbed against his leg, hissing when he shooed it away. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

- the day i rose from this walking death, the sky was clear. summoned like Lazarus, you sang my name, not knowing who would answer. grime clung to my hide, but you were patient – a bar of soap to wash away my sins, a mouthful of suds for all the lies. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

- seagrass gathers green ‘round my feet, as though touch might reveal the secret of walking. the surf is tender today, voice soft with deference. all is whispers, gliding wings on the constancy of breeze – your head in my lap, i comb what remains of your hair. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

- alone among so many, waiting for the day the world catches fire. i want to burn like Dido, embracing choice, watch the sea consume you, stare into your wake – oh, to burn. knowing now that eager hunger of the last match in the matchbox, waiting to be struck. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 16/08/2026

- you always said the sun makes liars of the eyes. that even at the speed of light, we could never truly recognize distance, that love is trapped inside those same limitations. it never made sense – until you became a silhouette so remote as to no longer be you. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

- i carry my ignominy like broken wings. the angel feeds me, but she has never forgotten how to fly, and her eyes are cold and sad, for she has seen the wrath of fire, while i cower beneath a juniper, too ashamed to ask for help, wishing to disappear completely. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 14/08/2026

- i can't listen to you chew – a carrot, reduced to masticated orange. [gag reflex] your jaw must be exhausted working so hard – the shrewd thing for me to do? put some distance between us. [gag reflex] quiet the endless in-mouth digestion sounds before i spew. - #poetry #vss365

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 13/08/2026

- cotton candy sticky kisses create pink sugar crust on your lips – what once was smooth now feels rough and lumpy. your eyes look wounded at my wince, and still we cling to the pretty idea of ever after, knowing, after all, even pink things molder in the light. - #vss365 #poetry

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

- hang me like a scarecrow, crucified to a post, a steady sentry over what scraps remain of our garden, overgrown with weeds, serpents hiss beneath me, emboldened crows tear open my sewn-shut eyes, yet the sun still rises in the east – warms my tattered face. - #vss365 #poetry

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