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@edwardstjames

Short story writer and poet, stories and chapbook now up on Amazon! Follow below: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Edward-St-James/author/B0FJCJKZQB?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true Avatar made by @emilylander.bsky.social

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I just want to chime in that it’s one of the negatives of democratized art in a capitalist system. The cheapest and quickest to produce art is the art people become incentivized to make. If what makes money is really shitty far right podcasts, then everyone will try to imitate that

11.03.2026 03:29 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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the Hudson River tonight
just South of the Green Island bridge...

11.03.2026 03:02 πŸ‘ 2 πŸ” 1 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Flock of sheep #advance
Across a misty meadow-
Helped by Dog’s clear eye.

#haikufeels #haiku #poem #poetry #writingcommunity

10.03.2026 12:05 πŸ‘ 9 πŸ” 1 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

there's no passion
no heartbeat
there's no poetry
without you

10.03.2026 01:59 πŸ‘ 13 πŸ” 3 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
lede to an irish times article about Harry and Meghan by Patrick Freyne.

lede to an irish times article about Harry and Meghan by Patrick Freyne.

A reminder that in 2021, @patrickfreyne.bsky.social wrote the best explanatory lede regarding colonialism and monarchy that I have ever seen. www.irishtimes.com/culture/tv-r...

09.03.2026 16:39 πŸ‘ 160 πŸ” 61 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 6

His lawyer definitely told him to say it was the same thing as in the EO but he forget to check what the EO said is how it comes across to me. They gave him the PR answer without thinking what he’d say when he’s asked the inevitable follow up question

09.03.2026 13:14 πŸ‘ 5 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

The cries #jolted me from sleep,
And my dreams of sheep melted
Back into reality ever shaken deep-
As the baby fussed, I hushed.

#emoetry #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity

09.03.2026 11:50 πŸ‘ 11 πŸ” 2 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

A secret message
She can #decode, unraveling
Haunting memories.

#haikufeels #haiku #poem #poetry #writingcommunity

09.03.2026 10:20 πŸ‘ 11 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Spellbound
by the willow
out my window,
clovers agitating
its baseline;

willows shadow
a character
in my incensed
daydream,
a life
just out of
reach
for me

#poetry #vss365 #bedroomeyes
#cassiopeian #inkMine #solseed #vssmagic #emoetry

08.03.2026 16:30 πŸ‘ 43 πŸ” 11 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

I just can’t imagine who looked at this and decided β€œwe need 90 minutes of a fish being pouty until he forcibly kisses everyone in 5 mile radius. We’ll cut to black just before the fish police catch him.”

08.03.2026 18:53 πŸ‘ 6 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

(spoilers) the pout pout fish is pouty until he becomes the kiss kiss fish.

about a decade ago I was checking this book out from the library and another patron was like 'you shouldn't read that, babies need to learn about consent and the fish doesn't ask before kissing.'

08.03.2026 18:49 πŸ‘ 113 πŸ” 4 πŸ’¬ 5 πŸ“Œ 0

I can’t imagine wasting my time and going to a book signing to tell the author I won’t read their book when I can do something productive like stare at my manuscript. Smh kids these days.

08.03.2026 14:41 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
if i tell you this story, you mustn't tell anyone else

i used to think
watching out
meant keeping something safe.

but mostly
it means
consequence.

habitsβ€”
margin notes.

adaptation
checking
itself.

what survives
between
me and you

becomes
the record.

if i tell you this story, you mustn't tell anyone else i used to think watching out meant keeping something safe. but mostly it means consequence. habitsβ€” margin notes. adaptation checking itself. what survives between me and you becomes the record.

For this week's #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched, I'm thinking about www.earthcamtv.com.

Thank you to the host
@alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.

#poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets #writingcommunity

07.03.2026 00:45 πŸ‘ 33 πŸ” 12 πŸ’¬ 15 πŸ“Œ 0

Sterile, loving eyes
That scream for you to #adopt
A rich coat of fur.

#haikufeels #haiku #poem #poetry #writingcommunity

08.03.2026 13:55 πŸ‘ 10 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
Puppy, aka "The Garden Guardian," a brown and white beagle lying alert in grass beside a compost bin, watching attentively like the small backyard guardian she is.

Puppy, aka "The Garden Guardian," a brown and white beagle lying alert in grass beside a compost bin, watching attentively like the small backyard guardian she is.

Compost safe, Ma'am!
Puppy, the Garden Guardian
get a friend - adopt

#haikufeels #Adopt #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #JustWrite #Photography #Dogs #Beagle #DogsOfBluesky #RescueDogs #DogRescue #ImageAndVerse #Haiga

08.03.2026 13:39 πŸ‘ 58 πŸ” 4 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0

Damn right! We’ll get there, gotta get him reading first lol

08.03.2026 03:02 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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Now that we’ve shared the individual poems from "What We Hold On To," we wanted to take a moment to highlight the cover artwork for the collection.
The painting, "Turning Partly Cloudy by Midday," was created by Central Texas artist Bonner Fowles.
thechaossectionpoetryproject.com/2026/03/07/t...

08.03.2026 00:45 πŸ‘ 5 πŸ” 2 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Hell yeah! I’m glad you two are having a good time with it :D

08.03.2026 02:08 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Next time I get paid I’ll be! (Currently min maxing on Leaf Green)

08.03.2026 00:16 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
Otters Editing Book. I'm available in June and July. June has two spots left and July has 3 spots left. My specialty genres are Fantasy, LGBTQ+, and Sci-Fi. To book please email stephmcollinedits@proton.me or DM me here on Bluesky. The graphic has a smiling sun and a sandy beach with an umbrella.

Otters Editing Book. I'm available in June and July. June has two spots left and July has 3 spots left. My specialty genres are Fantasy, LGBTQ+, and Sci-Fi. To book please email stephmcollinedits@proton.me or DM me here on Bluesky. The graphic has a smiling sun and a sandy beach with an umbrella.

Updated Pin: I'm booking out editing spots for June and July!

I've also added a tab column on my website: ottersediting.com that tells you my availability!

Need an empathetic editor who cares about you & your story and doesn't use AI? I edit Fantasy, LGBTQ+, and Sci-Fi stories!

#editing #writing

23.02.2026 17:18 πŸ‘ 33 πŸ” 17 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 9
Star Wars-A tale of heroes and villains telling of the
romance of a naive boy and a spirited princess in a
galaxy thousands of light-years from earth. With
Alec Guinness, Peter Gushing, Mark Hammill, Carrie
Fisher. Loews Astor Plaza; Loews Orpheum.

Star Wars-A tale of heroes and villains telling of the romance of a naive boy and a spirited princess in a galaxy thousands of light-years from earth. With Alec Guinness, Peter Gushing, Mark Hammill, Carrie Fisher. Loews Astor Plaza; Loews Orpheum.

Summary for the newly opened STAR WARS in @nymag.com's movie listings for their June 6, 1977 issue

Hilarious that Harrison Ford doesn't even bear mentioning

07.03.2026 17:16 πŸ‘ 49 πŸ” 8 πŸ’¬ 8 πŸ“Œ 0
This is a Trianza poem, a poetic form created by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). A Trianza, blends haiku influence, Waltmarie-style echoes, and acrostic structure. When displaying the final poem, it's ideal if the waltmarie-echo lines are italicized and indented a few spaces. 

Hammered clouds press low over rusted roofs
  *dust lifting in the wind*
Evening settles thick along the tired street
  *crickets stitching the dark*
Anvil hush hangs in the pause before rain
  *leaves turning upward*
Veins of thunder crawl slow across the sky
  *sparrows scatter*
Yielding earth waits under the swollen air
  *cool drops begin*

This is a Trianza poem, a poetic form created by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). A Trianza, blends haiku influence, Waltmarie-style echoes, and acrostic structure. When displaying the final poem, it's ideal if the waltmarie-echo lines are italicized and indented a few spaces. Hammered clouds press low over rusted roofs *dust lifting in the wind* Evening settles thick along the tired street *crickets stitching the dark* Anvil hush hangs in the pause before rain *leaves turning upward* Veins of thunder crawl slow across the sky *sparrows scatter* Yielding earth waits under the swollen air *cool drops begin*

This is a Trianza poem, that I created in 2024. It blends haiku influence, Waltmarie-style echoes, & acrostic structure.

When displaying the final poem, it's ideal if the waltmarie-echo lines are italicized & indented a few spaces.

#emoetry #prompt #heavy #poetry #trianza #writing #5amwritersclub

07.03.2026 11:43 πŸ‘ 16 πŸ” 4 πŸ’¬ 3 πŸ“Œ 0

Just for that that person can go to the back of the line and when they get up to the front they should provide a 500 word apology in the form of a haiku chain (I’m feeling unreasonable at the moment ok?)

07.03.2026 16:41 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Regardless of the stanza I could not tear my eyes from this poem!

07.03.2026 16:37 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
Arrows

You watch me undress
even though you can’t really see me
because my body is a ruin
and I have vanished under the rubble.

I am writhing under your eyes
which might as well be crosshairs,
palpitating in this animal carcass
that takes up too much space.

Bits and pieces of me scatter everywhere
like dead skin cells or eyelashes,
tiny insignificant things you can wish on
but that never come true.

This is how I mark my territory,
in chewed off fingernails and stray hair bands,
careless words and stuttered apologies,
sacred beads of spit and blood. 

This is where I have come to love and to haunt.
This is where I will raise a little church.
But you can’t really see me now
because I’ve gone inside to pray.

I am building nests
on branches that can’t hold me.
And my spine curves like the bent neck of a deer
bowing before the hunter’s gun. 

Like it is trying to tell you something secret. 
Like it wants to bridge an enormous gap. 

You only come to watch me unravel
so you can hide in the cracks. 

I am but a bird
in the palm of your hand.
Just one little twist of your fingers
to break its brittle bones. 

You will only really see me
once you dare to lift off the burial shroud 
and find out that the crumpled cerecloth 
once upon a time
was a wing.

Arrows You watch me undress even though you can’t really see me because my body is a ruin and I have vanished under the rubble. I am writhing under your eyes which might as well be crosshairs, palpitating in this animal carcass that takes up too much space. Bits and pieces of me scatter everywhere like dead skin cells or eyelashes, tiny insignificant things you can wish on but that never come true. This is how I mark my territory, in chewed off fingernails and stray hair bands, careless words and stuttered apologies, sacred beads of spit and blood. This is where I have come to love and to haunt. This is where I will raise a little church. But you can’t really see me now because I’ve gone inside to pray. I am building nests on branches that can’t hold me. And my spine curves like the bent neck of a deer bowing before the hunter’s gun. Like it is trying to tell you something secret. Like it wants to bridge an enormous gap. You only come to watch me unravel so you can hide in the cracks. I am but a bird in the palm of your hand. Just one little twist of your fingers to break its brittle bones. You will only really see me once you dare to lift off the burial shroud and find out that the crumpled cerecloth once upon a time was a wing.

Late but here is my submission for #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched ✨

for @thebrokenspine.co.uk
& @alanparrywriter.co.uk

07.03.2026 15:33 πŸ‘ 30 πŸ” 11 πŸ’¬ 11 πŸ“Œ 1

#Heavy is the step that feels the
#Crunch of a million small leaves
Littering the soil on this day-
When Wynter craves to be brave.

#wildwalkprompt #emoetry #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity

07.03.2026 12:46 πŸ‘ 15 πŸ” 2 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

It’s β€œit’s me or the dog” but with cats and if we all agree that we’d keep the dog (barring someone being allergic or another health issue etc) we should all agree that we’d keep the cats.

07.03.2026 12:40 πŸ‘ 2 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

The old man shaking
Hands at the #bank, tears flowing
Like a broken dam.

#haikufeels #haiku #poem #poetry #writingcommunity

07.03.2026 12:34 πŸ‘ 11 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
A canvas panel with "fuck" written in different typefaces

A canvas panel with "fuck" written in different typefaces

First of my profane word cloud art series is done:
"Fuck"

Ink on 10Γ—8 canvas panel #Art #Fuck #WordArt #WordCloudArt

07.03.2026 03:20 πŸ‘ 33 πŸ” 8 πŸ’¬ 9 πŸ“Œ 0
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Fraiku: As My Country
Starts Another War
By Bart Barker

Safely out of range
I fall asleep without fear
but not without shame

@bartbarkerpoet.bsky.social

bartbarkerpoet.com/2026/03/06/f...

07.03.2026 02:18 πŸ‘ 6 πŸ” 2 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0