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@jackdaniels75.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 5:46 PM

Well done!! šŸ‘šŸ¼ ā™„ļø

@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 5:11 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

#mywriting #writingcommunity #mpprompt #poetryprompt #nocturne

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@jackdaniels75.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 6:17 PM

Wow, I’ve missed these this week ā™„ļø

@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 6:12 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

#mpprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity #dactylichexameter

@nathanbrazil.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @jackdaniels75.bsky.social @museumlara1.bsky.social @suzydobie.bsky.social

As tempting as it was to keep driving north to Canada while in Minnesota yesterday, it’s good to be homeļæ¼

What I Was Worth

Bury me under the roots with the letters I never could finish.
Lay at my shoulder the cardigan, ragged with holes in its elbows.
Give me the library card with its promise of somewhere to wander.
Leave me the photograph blurred by the thumb of the person who loved me.

Bring me the stone that I carried for luck through the worst of the winter.
Nothing of silver or gold could have kept me from wanting to linger.
Spare me the sermons and give me the key to my house with its garden.
All of the things that I leave are the proof I was here for a moment.

~ cmj
@jackdaniels75.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 9:29 PM

This is so sad šŸ˜ž

@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 9:26 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

#mpprompt #writingcommunity #poetryprompt

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@jackdaniels75.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 5:54 PM

Ooh, that’s really good

@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 5:48 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

#mpprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity

@nathanbrazil.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @jackdaniels75.bsky.social @museumlara1.bsky.social @suzydobie.bsky.social @anntigone.bsky.social

Foreign Birds

The birds arrived with foreign songs.
We left them crumbs beside the gate.
They sang until the bread grew mold.
We thought they missed their home.

One learned my mother’s little cough.
One whistled through my father’s teeth.
I found them perched upon his spade.
We thought they missed their home.

Last night, a fledgling tapped the glass
and used my childhood name.

I let it in.
It knew which room was hers.

~ cmj
@jackdaniels75.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 5:20 PM

This is phenomenal !!!

@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 4:55 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

#mpprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity #shakespeareansonnet

@nathanbrazil.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @jackdaniels75.bsky.social @museumlara1.bsky.social @suzydobie.bsky.social @anntigone.bsky.social

Renovations

I stripped the paper from the walls today
And found the names I’d buried out of sight;
Each careful coat had kept the past at bay,
Until the cracks began to speak at night.

I took a hammer to the bolted door
And let the daylight settle on the grain;
The house had held its breath through every war,
Now even dust could learn to dance again.

I will not build a room without a seam,
Nor make a shrine of what I have outgrown;
Let crooked windows interrupt the dream
That I must turn my heart to polished stone.

Some things must fall before the walls can stand;
I draw the plans. The hammer’s in my hand.

~ cmj
@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 10:55 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

A Hedge Catechism Who goes out after dark? A girl with a lantern. Who follows her home? A fox with her mother’s voice. What does the fox ask? ā€œMay I come inside?ā€ What does the girl answer? ā€œMother has a key.ā€ Who turns it in the lock? Something with a tail.

@jackdaniels75.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 8:28 PM

Omg, so tragic !

@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 8:12 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

FIRE SALE

One kitchen table, smoke-stained.
Four chairs, three survivors.
A box of photographs
with no faces left.

Everything must go,
the sign says.

As if the fire
hadn’t seen to that.

~ cmj

#mpprompt #writingcommunity #poetryprompt #freeverse

@jackdaniels75.bsky.socialSep 29, 2026, 9:18 PM

The worst kind of

@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialSep 29, 2026, 9:13 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

How does it feel to be observed?

Like being held down
without a hand on me—
then blamed for the bruises.

~ cmj

#mpprompt #writingcommunity #poetryprompt

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@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 5:59 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

#mpprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity #freeversepoem

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@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialSep 26, 2026, 4:26 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

Theatre of Memories

Your empty chair
still gets the best light.
I face it.

#mpprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity #lune

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@jackdaniels75.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 6:50 PM

I’m glad I wasn’t the cat in the box. Either way he was doomed

@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 6:41 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

#mpprompt #poetryprompt #writingcommunity #schrodingerscat

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@reginaphalange1234.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 9:05 PMReposted by @jackdaniels75.bsky.social

UNPREDICTABLE EFFECTS I moved one chair three inches to the left. By morning, the moon had missed its exit. A woman in Ohio remembered a childhood that wasn’t hers. Somewhere, a dog began barking at a house not yet built. I apologized and put the chair back. That was worse. ~ cmj

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