'Don't take my #word, Gabe. I've got picture evidence I didn't steal the last brownie. See.'
'Pixie, that's a stick figure drawing.'
'Live, in action art by Rachel. See me leaving, brownie-less.'
'Fine.' Scribbles. 'Here's you eating it.'
'Post-event evidence. Objection!'
#vss365
Sunset above the water
I'm all out of words
don't have any more in me
nothing left to say
so I might just start saying
on life I have no comment
#vss365 #word #tanka
The last word
leaves another mute
Leaves progression meek
A wall against humanity
A future left incomplete
That's what it means
when the last man speaks
#vss365 #word #poetry
Pigeons chirp shallow twangs
from a circulated swan song.
Sons are lost at the border
for spoils already auctioned off.
Their names flicker on a ticker below the breaking news
‘An actor
caught sleeping with a con.’
Let it #sink in:
who is being conned?
~rev
#vss365
#vss365 #poem
They are an aching thirst
No amount of #water
Ocean deep waterfall high
Can fill
That is all
I speak to the Sahara
In whispering sandstorms
For it alone feels my pain
An empty well
That is all
Large oak on a field of grass with sunlit green leaves.
She believed nothing
happened for a reason,
but she didn’t need reasons.
She only needed to
read #letters under the arms
of that old oak
while fireflies sang anthems
to the river stone
and he
softly kissed
the pocket of light
between her shoulders.
#vss365
📷 Pixabay
Vellichor resonates
each time I sit in an old bookstore
soul endears an alluring song
pulling me deep into my core
each #word written with an
indelible pen stroke
touch of brittle pages
scent of faded pages
aged ink & glue
creaking of spines
A symphony so beautiful
~rev
#vss365
#vss365 #poem
The inclemency of life
A spiralling #loop
Zooming in zooming out
I have no ruby slippers
But the compass of my heart
Always finds the parachute of you
#vss365
Done Trying
I am
done
with symme-
try
it's
a rope that
brainbinds
me
I am
done
with geome-
try
its
angles
break my
ribs
I am
DONE
with poe-
try
there
r
no
words
Ieft
2
tri_
#word
Thank you for hosting, Rachel. You were spectacular.❤️
in your rebukes
and angry #words,
there was love,
hidden
and unconditional
in my obstinacies
and tantrums,
there was a faith
that I would be
forgiven
dear parents,
you're missed
in every beat
of my heart
your living legacy
#vss365
He was so quiet, so timid, that I almost missed the word he whispered into my ear.
He said it again.
. . . Help.
#vss365 #word
My run as host ends with another false cognate, which has the same spelling but different meanings. In Afrikaans, this one is to become, but it's a unit of language in English. Many people want the last one, making it apt for today. The #vss365 #prompt for April 15, 2026 is #word
Of all the letters I've received in my lifetime the one I treasure most is actually a note written on a scrap of paper.
Left on my desk so I'd find it.
"I left, thinking of you with love."
#vss365 #letters
'Look, Gabe, Rachel's learning her #letters.'
'She's a spider, Pixie. She can't speak, let alone write.'
'Says you.'
'Fine. Get her to spell something.'
'I will. Rachel, tap out a word using these cards.'
G-R-A-N-K-Y.
'Granky is not a word.'
Giggle. 'Cranky. Grumpy. You.'
#vss365
Front cover of Avalon Tales The Girl With The White Hair
Chapter 3 of Avalon Tales: The Girl With The White Hair has landed on my blog 🙂
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#urbanfantasy #shortread #WritingCommunity #amreading
#vss365 #spokenword #poetry
#Letters written by your hand
A thing of yesterdays
I could have treasured
Had I known qwerty
Would become
Our hands
No more can we trace
Our words carefully slowly lovingly
With our fingertips
Breathing them in with our eyes
Sighing in the papers fragrance
Right after
His cremation
Placed his ashes
In a box
It was
His final wish
So I comply
While they’re still hot
I add
Post mortem #letter
He’s adressed
To IRS—
Acknowledging
There’s no escape
From TAXES,
Nor from DEATH
Swear I hear
Ghostly laughter
As I mail
His final jest
#vss365
My books, my posts,
a few torn and timeworn letters.
A handful of words held back
unwritten, crumpled notes,
a few scattered poems.
My thoughts of you,
amidst the chaos around us,
are calm, peaceful and divine.
~ rev
#letter
#vss365
"We get all dese #letters, but none of dem are soddin fan mail! Where's da legion of fans waitin on ma every wurd! Where's da fan art dat swerves from cute ta 18 fukin rated!" Riz complained.
"Some of these bills are addressed to you."
"Fan-fukin-tastic."
#vss365 #riztherogue
I wish I could be more vocal
about my love for you.
I hope I show my love enough
in my actions,
and you can feel it
like curved love #letters
on a wooden bench.
#vss365
In English, it's a retro way of corresponding. In English and Afrikaans, it's a cognate word for the characters, symbols or script in which we read and write. There are about 150 to 300 such systems globally, some no longer used. The #vss365 #prompt for April 13, 2026 is #letters
'The mirror doesn't lie, Gabe. You can't be #blind to the truth. All those brownies are starting to show on your hips.'
'My hips, Pixie! You can talk - the last brownie thief.'
'Hey, I've got a very high metabolism. And these leggings... they just shrank in the wash.'
#vss365
Those moments
we held each other
closer, tighter,
remain enshrined.
The ache of being without
fades into nothing at all.
For love, true and pure,
coded deep in our souls,
Like tiny cracks,
stays etched as imprints
in the shifting sands of time.
~rev
#vsa365
#sand
The hands which lent earlier
stand still, withdrawn
A complicit quiet fills the room
The rule of the sun is easy,
but the shadows tell the truth.
Life saves its hardest lessons
for when you are down and lost.
No one comes for you
once you have fallen.
#vss365
Load my gun, my #arm is hurt
Trigger happy? Am I to blame?
Chasing ghosts in a foreign land
Who put the gun in my hand?
I haven’t slept, I’m tired & spent
my brothers lost to what cost
why are we in this war
to what end,
to what end,
I’m spent, let this be the end.
~rev
#vss365
#USIsraelvsIran
It started
when the dinosaurs fell
but the roaches survived
“Survival of the fittest”
a deep fake lie
Rewarding cheaters
as designated movers
versus an honest guy
So why repent or wonder how
the rot became the norm
when now crooks #ink our laws
and’ve claimed our Dais
#vss365
Some prefer
to linger at the bank
with candle and a song,
Some drift out
to offer flowers to the tide.
But those who dive
into the darkest depths within
Are the ones who truly find the shine.✨
~ rev
#vss365
#bank
Fought for splendour
he sang his own glory
Tsars lose nothing
their loved ones
Stay far & clear
In war,
No silver medals shine
only scars along the family line
Spoils goto those who stall
as truce talks fail & fall
Both sides
Lose their youth
That’s the ugly truth
~rev
#vss365
