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H. P. Friendcraft

@starcravingmad.bsky.social
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Posting a poem a week to help us through our Interesting Times ~ also weird science, history, politics, tt/rpg games ~ don't follow me, follow @greenmtgirl instead ~ bruorton.dreamwidth.org ~ warlockofagnesi.tumblr.com ~ he/him/late for dinner

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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 16/06/2026
When of course, in that scenario, Iran is clearly the biggest loser.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 16/06/2026
happy Pride specifically to the two male Black-crowned Night Herons in the Kennecott Wetlands Experience habitat
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 16/06/2026
Robert Bly. You survived a lot.
One Source of Bad Information

There's a boy in you about three
years old who hasn't learned a thing for thirty
Thousand years. Sometime it's a girl.

This child had to make up its mind
How to save you from death. He said things like:
"Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk."

You live with this child, but you don't know it.
You're in the office, yes, but live with this boy
At night. He's uninformed, but he does want

To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy
You survived a lot. He's got six big ideas.
Five don't work. Right now he's repeating them to you.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 17/12/2025
Who turns a look like hers?
The Sonnet in Drag

by Chris Watkins

She’s charismatic, mistress of the brag. 
Who turns a look like hers? The highest tuck 
you could have—you might say she’s enjambed. Her wig 
don’t ever slip. Her lip sync’s never slack.

She struts around in five-inch heels and lines 
her syllables in red lip liner. Looks 
like one of Shakespeare’s girls. And boy she rhymes 
like he’s inside her—thumbing through her book.

You’ll want to read like her. You’ll want to wear 
hip pads beneath your quatrains. Stuff big words 
in every line to burst the iamb’s brassiere. 
To be Elizabethan, queen of bards.

But can you bring it like a bottom from the top— 
from the title to your couplet’s death drop?
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Mel Stone @melstone.xyz · 07/11/2025
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 31/10/2025
Come here, little one...
All Hallows
By Louise Glück
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here
Come here, little one

And the soul creeps out of the tree.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 14/10/2025
Time for spooky season poems.
The Vampire

Madison Julius Cawein
1865 – 1914

A lily in a twilight place?
A moonflow’r in the lonely night?—
Strange beauty of a woman's face
    Of wildflow’r-white!

The rain that hangs a star’s green ray
Slim on a leaf-point’s restlessness,
Is not so glimmering green and gray
    As was her dress.

I drew her dark hair from her eyes,
And in their deeps beheld a while
Such shadowy moonlight as the skies
    Of Hell may smile.She held her mouth up redly wan,
And burning cold,—I bent and kissed
Such rosy snow as some wild dawn
    Makes of a mist.

God shall not take from me that hour,
When round my neck her white arms clung!
When ‘neath my lips, like some fierce flower,
    Her white throat swung!

Or words she murmured while she leaned!
Witch-words, she holds me softly by,—
The spell that binds me to a fiend
    Until I die.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 19/09/2025
Let me remember.
September Midnight
By Sara Teasdale

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.

Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.

Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 11/08/2025
Mary Oliver. The black honey of summer.
ripe blackberries hanging from a blackberry cane, with ferns in the backgroundAugust
by Mary Oliver

When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend 

all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking

of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body

accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among

the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 04/08/2025
You could say anything. Poem by Charles O. Hartman.
Ticket

I love the moment at the ticket window—he says—
when you are to say the name of your destination, and realize
that you could say anything, the man at the counter
will believe you, the woman at the counter
would never say No, that isn't where you're going,
you could buy a ticket for one place and go to another,
less far along the same line. Suddenly you would find yourself
—he says—in a locality you've never seen before,
where no one has ever seen you and you could say your name
was anything you like, nobody would say No,
that isn't you, this is who you are. It thrills me every time.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 23/07/2025
This cleft body.
Peach
By Dorianne Laux

I kneel to the ground fall peach,
its russet belly, its honey streaks,
touch its new tough skin, run my thumb
along its deep, sexy cleft. I pluck another
from a low branch, tug it down into
captivity like an animal caught
in a bramble, scooped into my arms
that open to return it to the wide field
of my cutting board where I lift
the knife, slice around the stony pit,
its purple edges bleeding into the gold flesh
in a starburst, and like a star
becoming into silence, miniscule
pulse of living light from this distance,
has been making itself over and over
from the fire within it, like the sound hole
of a violin that welcomes any dark music.
To think we can eat a sunset,
convicted, as we are, to the mud
of this earth, knees dark with dirt, hands
sticky with essence, to think I too
am here in this cleft body, a being
split into parts and seamed back
together, swollen with desire,
hungry for the sun.
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ryan cooper @ryanlcooper.com · 21/07/2025
the rate of progress in battery tech is *insane.* prices down 40% and space efficiency up by ~half in ONE YEAR www.volts.wtf/p/solarstora...
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Solar+storage is so much farther along than you think
On how plummeting battery prices make 24/7 solar power a reality today.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 15/07/2025
We are so busy.
Tomatoes
by Joy Sullivan

I waited so long for love
and suddenly, here it is
standing in the garden, hands full
of heirlooms hot from the sun.

Soon we’ll make a supper of them.
Salted slabs between slices of bread.
Your beard silvers. My hips ripen.
The mail piles up.

Phone calls go unanswered. Forgive us.
Our mouths are full of tomatoes.
We are so busy
being small and hungry and alive.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 08/07/2025

maggie and milly and molly and may

E. E. Cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
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Killian @greenmtgirl.bsky.social · 06/07/2025
Bill McKibben said something similar a lot of years ago (15, maybe?) at Vermont's diocesan convention: build community. Vibrant communities will do better than isolated wealthy suburbs. Local food, mutual aid, water protection, the bonds of local civic life - these are where resilience lie.
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Killian @greenmtgirl.bsky.social · 06/07/2025
I think the fact that I'm now full of fighting spirit is a sign that acceptance and grief are enlivening, not deadening. So let's fight for mitigation. Let's fight for the fascists' overthrow. And let's pour energy into local communities and looking out for each other.
Screenshot from the Suzuki interview: "Governments will not be able to respond on the scale or speed that is needed for these emergencies, so Finland is telling their citizens that they’re going to be at the front line of whatever hits and better be sure you’re ready to meet it. Find out who on your block can’t walk because you’re going to have to deal with that. Who has wheelchairs? Who has fire extinguishers? Where is the available water? Do you have batteries or generators? Start assessing the roots of escape. You’re going to have to inventory your community, and that’s really what we have to start doing now."
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Killian @greenmtgirl.bsky.social · 06/07/2025
This, combined with the report of the Deep Western Boundary Current reversal, strikes me as correct. Our political, legal, and economic systems have not budged. This is not giving up: "The units of survival are going to be local communities, so I’m urging local communities to get together."
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Uncle Duke @uncleduke1969.bsky.social · 01/07/2025
“Very funny, Jesus. Give it back.”
Driver’s perspective of a dashboard missing the steering wheel.
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Terri Windling @terriwindling.bsky.social · 01/07/2025
Here's another beautiful essay by Potawatomi author & botanist Robin Wall Kimmerer in @emergencemagazine.bsky.social, a meditation on life, death, and the cycles of nature. emergencemagazine.org/essay/becomi...
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Becoming Earth – Robin Wall Kimmerer
Wandering among the ancient decomposing cedar trees of the Andrews Experimental Forest in Oregon, Potawatomi botanist and author Robin Wall Kimmerer wonders what they might teach us about the nature o...
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 30/06/2025
Poem for the week.
 The Year of the Goldfinches

By Ada Limón

There were two that hung and hovered
by the mud puddle and the musk thistle.
Flitting from one splintered fence post
to another, bathing in the rainwater’s glint
like it was a mirror to some other universe
where things were more acceptable, easier
than the place I lived. I’d watch for them:
the bright peacocking male, the low-watt
female, on each morning walk, days spent
digging for some sort of elusive answer
to the question my curving figure made.
Later, I learned that they were a symbol
of resurrection. Of course they were,
my two yellow-winged twins feasting
on thorns and liking it.
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Killian @greenmtgirl.bsky.social · 29/06/2025
This, like, the 3rd time I've cried at my desk today. But in a good way, this time!
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Gracie12 📎 @gracienlucy.bsky.social · 28/06/2025
Text message conversation:

"Is the fall of Rome comparable to the current situation in the United States?"

"No, Rome had good roads."
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 26/06/2025
I... no words. Breathtaking. Is this art, actually?
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St. Simeon the Holy Fool @simeonthefool.bsky.social · 18/06/2025
Hot damn.
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St. Simeon the Holy Fool @simeonthefool.bsky.social · 18/06/2025
Read the whole thing— good political satire is extremely hard to find and this absolutely sticks the landing.
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Probably Bad RPG Ideas @badprobably.bsky.social · 18/06/2025
Gain advantage whenever you feel a fleeting moment of hope in a life beset by horrors on all sides.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 15/06/2025
Crivvens!
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 15/06/2025
Reporting in from our local No Kings rally today in northern New England, I'd guess ~250 people lining both sides of main street! Excellent turnout, and a lot of support from folks driving through.
People line both sides of a main street, holding flags and homemade signs.my hand covers several stenciled letters of a No Smoking sign on a concrete barrier so that it reads "NO KING"People line the side of the street, packed together, holding signs and flags, fading into blurry obscurity. In the foreground, the only legible sign reads "No dictators in the USA."A man strides the edge of a street lined with people. Three legible signs read "A toupee is not a crown," No Kings, No Dictators, No Oligarchy," and "Trump can oligargle my balls."
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Another Angry Woman @stavvers.bsky.social · 11/06/2025
ea nasir is back baby awooo
Business insider screenshot: A major commodity trader received containers full of painted rocks instead of the $36 million shipment of copper it paid for
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Leah Greenberg ❌👑 @leahgreenberg.bsky.social · 06/06/2025
Wikipedia definition of "idiot plot": In literary criticism, an idiot plot is one which is "kept in motion solely by virtue of the fact that everybody involved is an idiot",[1]: 26  and where the story would quickly end, or possibly not even happen, if this were not the case.
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Caleb Wilson @astrobolism.bsky.social · 01/06/2025
This is probably the best road sign out there
Interstate exit sign, reading "Exit 69, Possum Grape"
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Merriam-Webster @merriam-webster.com · 14/05/2025
*crab-walked
A CNN news notification : The convicted killer crab walked between two walls and pushed through the newly installed razor wire to break out of prison, authorities say
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 08/05/2025
The news: there's a new pope! Here's what we know about his views! My discord friend: I know a guy who's played D&D with the new pope
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Hector Diaz @iamhectordiaz.com · 08/05/2025
A Chicago Pope implies the existence of an MLA Pope and APA Pope
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 06/05/2025
You don't have to be dying to be held. @lena-oleanderson.bsky.social
We Have Enough Dead Friends
by Lena Oleanderson

Come over. The doors are open,
my flat's a mess and
so is my heart
but the doors are always open.
Come over. I will make soup,
probably from frozen but
the important thing is
we will both eat.

You don't have to be dying,
but if you are,
or you feel like you are,
or if living's been hard,
call me, and I will show up.
It doesn't have to be that bad,
it doesn't have to be bad at all,
but if it is, please call.

Do you want me to do the groceries?
Do you want me to mop the floors?
Do you need to be held;
you don't have to be dying to be held.
If you want me to be there, I want to.

I'm on the bathroom floor again,
and breathing is hard,
and eating's been hard, and sleeping,
the world is a laden thing
rolling around on my chest lately.
Just being alive is heavy tonight,
but we have enough dead friends.
Come over.
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August J. Pollak @augustjpollak.bsky.social · 30/04/2025
“Putting a hat on a hat” is literally a term actual comedians use to describe something as trying so hard to be funny it is no longer funny.
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Willow @rockshrimp.bsky.social · 30/04/2025
Overheard in the group chat: William Henry Harrison had a better first 100 days, and he spent 70 of them dead.
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Shiv Ramdas Mens Rice Activist @nameshiv.bsky.social · 30/04/2025
I'll believe in your AI product when you believe in it enough to resign so it can take your exec job
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 28/04/2025
After the rain.
from the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

When you are so full of sorrow
that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore,
think about the green foliage that sparkles after
the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when
you hope a final night will cover the world,
think about the awakening of a young child.
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Mina Kimes @minakimes.bsky.social · 26/04/2025
Hear me out…. www.nytimes.com/2025/04/24/s...
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lukelukeluke @lukelukeluke.bsky.social · 27/04/2025
Here are some nice mushrooms
A stick covered in circular splitgill mushrooms that look like the gunshot wounds in the terminator that can turn into liquid metal. This stick has been turned upside down so we can see the gills. All photos by me
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Maladroithe @maladroithe.bsky.social · 24/04/2025
GET SPIELBERG ON LINE ONE
My grandmother was harassing me about the dangers of online dating, and my grandpa was like,
"Oh fer crying out loud, leave her alone. My parents met online, she'll be fine." Apparenly my great grandparents were both telegraph operators who would chat over the line in between messages and fell in love and my great grandma moved halfway across the country to marry a dude she met over the telegraph.
No one alive in the family had ever heard this story until like 70+ years later when I happened to start seeing a dude from OK Cupid.
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Killian @greenmtgirl.bsky.social · 21/04/2025
I am SO glad I watched this.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 21/04/2025
Fighting back.
Don’t Hesitate
by Mary Oliver

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this
is its way of fighting back, that sometimes
something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world. It could be anything,
but very likely you notice it in the instant
when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the
case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid
of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
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🌈Dr. Frizzle @swilua.bsky.social · 16/04/2025
Imagine what I could do if I lived in a world where I wasn’t constantly fighting the disabling side of autism, in a world where people didn’t implicitly hate autistic people or dismiss them medically, socially, intellectually Autism is hard, yes But it’s mostly hard because of people like RFK
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Nome @nome.bsky.social · 16/04/2025
The fascists have never "made the trains run on time," because trains are a complex system that requires expertise, compromise, and concession - with reality if nothing else; no matter how competent you are as an administrator, you can't simply order that there will be no delays. Systems take work.
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H. P. Friendcraft @starcravingmad.bsky.social · 14/04/2025
Denise Levertov.
The Breathing

An absolute
patience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in
fog. The fog
slowly flows
uphill.
White
cobwebs, the grass
leaning where deer
have looked for apples.
The woods
from brook to where
the top of the hill looks
over the fog, send up
not one bird.
So absolute, it is
no other than
happiness itself, a breathing
too quiet to hear.
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.mél. @meladroite.bsky.social · 11/04/2025
We are gonna make today good okay, yesterday could have used some help
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Paul Tobin @paultobin.bsky.social · 10/04/2025
Gonna take this opportunity to say that I can personally deliver no script for as little as 7 million, and I know some other writers who can do it for as little as five million.
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