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Book I: Hessen and the Domeship
Book II: Hessen and the Valley of Verdicts
Book III: Hessen and the Guilt of Galaxies

Book IV: TBA...
Book V: TBA...

#coleridge #beowulf #narrativepoem #poet #poetry #writer #readed

I'll be adding Books IV & V soon...

It's got monsters, penguins, polar bears...

#BadPoet #NarrativePoem #Poetry #TheArtOfUs
Lil thread - 1/4

“The Ache That Knows No Name”

In chambers deep
behind my eyes,
Where nerve and memory
intertwine,
A lonely spark
begins to rise.
A wound the body
calls “divine”.

That voice endues in the hilltop sky
I got there one day – just walked on by
our seminal crossroads crosswalk Kai.

This 3 line stanza I am thinking of using as an intro to a multipart #NarrativePoem. It used to have about 20 lines but I think it works better short.
#BlackPoem #Poem #Poetry

#BadPoet #NarrativePoem #TheWeight #Poetry #BlueskyPoet #Writing

Thread - 1/7 <—

“The Problem Is Mine”

Everything’s my problem…
that’s how the line goes,
a package of thorns
wrapped neat with a bow.

It lands in my hands,
no warning, no sign,
declared with conviction:
“the problem is mine.”

#BadPoet #Poetry #NarrativePoem
Lil thread - 1 of 4 <—-

“Somebody Has to Do It”

Somebody’s hands
must carry the weight,
Though justice is crooked
and mercy runs late.

To mirror the wound
with another sharp blade
May soothe for a second…
then deepen the shade.

#BadPoet #Poetry #NarrativePoem
#SpinOut #PoliticalChum #SelfSabotage
Little thread - 1 of 7 < —

“Enough of the Spin”

They sharpen words
like blades of glass,
And fling them quick,
then strut and pass.
A dodge, a smirk,
a clever grin…
But we’re not blind,
we see the spin.

Free stock art used here for its vibe.

#BadPoet #narrativepoem
#SciFi #Story #Poetry #NotQuiteEpc
A thread 1 of 11

“An Anchor Between Worlds”

The stars grew dim
in the sky that year,
A whisper of doom
the night could hear.
The sun’s bright heart
began to fade,
As cosmic shadows
slowly played.

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In the shack of moss and stone, the clock, a cuckoo it is known, goes tick, tick, tock. Outside they hear the shrieking, the howl of wind and winter seeking entrance to the rum house through cracks not filled by moss and stone. A ticking on the door not the ticking clock Wood on wood, they hear the clicking, low on the door, at a youngin’s height then just above a knocking, a knocking in the night. “Who be that?” Rudolph spat. “The hour is late, be gone. The house is closed to slumber. Tonight, we sing no songs.”

#horrorprompt no. 1907 - #tick #poetry #poem- excerpt from the #narrativepoem Les Enfants du Bois - a bewitching tale of terror in a remote mountain village. #horror #amwriting

I did stuff today.
Baked my first red velvet cake.
Feeling accomplished.
#celebratingabirthday #scratchbaking #harderthanitlooks #tastierthanitlooks #bakeroriginstory #haiku #autobiographicalpoem #dailyhaiku #haikuaday #fivesevenfive #rainyday #bakethepainaway #poem #mylifeinapoem #narrativepoem

Reflecting On My Grade 5 Writing Life A blog about how teachers can more effectively teach writing and improve student engagement. The focus is on HOW to write, not WHAT to write.

Reflecting on my Grade 5 Writing Life...
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#writing #narrativepoem #memoir #education

The Safety Curtain - Wide-Eyed Trevor, pt 5 Like most scams, it failed You could sell acres of the moon But how could you build on it? When it went belly-up, he bailed Chased behind the curtain Where nothing could develop By a cache of angry creditors Grandma saw her chance Brought down the safety curtain Trapped the whole lot of them How she did it is a mystery Chances are they’re still alive Things work differently here Food is not needed Aging doesn’t happen The Government thinks it’s Something in the not-air Something in the un-soil Which is why they’ve got me Lifting up the safety curtain With my invention, a little machine Made of magic and science I like to call the Enigmatic.

A Poem a Day, Day 174: The Safety Curtain - Wide-Eyed Trevor, pt 5

#poetry #poem #narrativepoem #vss365 #enigma #readthefirstfour #poetrycommunity #poetryofbluesky

The End Cubicle: Wide-Eyed Trevor, pt 3 My rubber-gloved hands, braced Against either side of the doorframe Resisting the pull of the vortex An endless rack of curtains swirling In a whirling pool of weighted velvet Revealing #parallels, one after another Behind a curtain A perfectly maintained pub gents Like mine, but not mine The curtains part Then the street before the buildings Or after Through a gap in the curtains Flying cars against a broken sky Everything thick with grot Another curtain pulled back Rocket trails curving down Like in Missile Command Only real, not blocky pixels I fought through the final curtain Like Eric Morecambe My life, documented at speed And God, it was dull. I couldn’t tear My eyes away, like watching the Big Brother housemates sleep In glassy-eyed night vision I couldn’t stay, couldn’t go Mustn’t leave, had to leave Couldn’t, mustn’t meet myself Shutters rattled, blinds rolled Curtains parted and I found myself In a bland, #liminal space, a place between places That looked like nowhere, reeked of nothing And sitting crosslegged before me Was Wide-Eyed Trevor ‘You took your time,’ he grinned. ‘Nice gloves.’

A Poem a Day, Day 171: The End Cubicle - Wide-Eyed Trevor, pt 3.

#vss365 #parallel #liminal #readthefirsttwo #narrativepoem #poetrycommunity #poetryofbluesky

A photo of whirling water in a water feature outside Sheffield Hallam Uni. The Vortex: Wide-Eyed Trevor, pt 2 It was a hot dull afternoon On the unironed outskirts Of Withering-by-the-Sea In a sweaty carbuncle of a pub Known as The Broken Duck Across from the county cricket ground With a swinging sign outside Gleefully illustrating the unwholesome union Of a mallard and a centre stump Where two men in grey Came looking for Wide-Eyed Trevor And somehow lost him in the loos Even though there was only one way in They never saw Trevor again But I did. Hang on, I’m getting ahead of myself First, the guys in the grey suits left Then, one of the regulars said: ‘You wanna get that end cubicle sorted. There’s something terrible in there.’ I went in rubber-gloved, plunger-handed, nose pegged With mop, bucket and disinfectant Turned out I didn’t need them The terrible thing in the last loo Wasn’t biological - more metaphysical I might not have had a clear understanding Of what Wide-Eyed Trevor did for a living But I recognised an inter-dimensional vortex when I saw one And it was hungry.

A Poem a Day, Day 169: The Vortex - Wide-Eyed Trevor, pt 2.

#poetry #poem #narrativepoem #serial #vss365 #vortex #poetrycommunity #poetryofbluesky

Behind back roads of bruised arms and curvy dislocated wrists, a tiny scratch mark calls out from the back of the vehicle, begs to take the next exit, break for a large Coke with lots of ice and a slice of gas station cheese pizza. #resist #poetry #narrativepoem

a man is sitting at a desk using a laptop computer . ALT: a man is sitting at a desk using a laptop computer .

#amwriting #narrativepoem #horror #fiction #poem #wip #writersky
I wish I could tell you more.
I'm 3k words in, no stopping me now, the floodgates are wide open... such fun!!!!!!!

"Quest".

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#poem #narrativepoem #flashesofdarkness #skypoets #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

Clergy Tree "the sock monkey as alone"

this one is too long to share in an image with text so sharing a link to my blog. I have been told this is my best poem. I think of it as a creation myth-style narrative about obtaining wisdom.

#Poem #poetry #narrativepoem #writingcommunity

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