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Joshua Walker

@bigjosh84.bsky.social

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I take up space, even when the world says I shouldn’t.
Poet. Observer. Rebel of thought.
Every heartbeat a manifesto. Resisting always. 💙
2025 Pushcart & Best Microfiction Nominee
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@bigjosh84.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 8:23 PM

You are allowed to change your mind.

About what you want.
About what you believe.
About who you want to become.

Growth doesn’t owe consistency to the person you used to be.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

28 days until we take our country back.

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry

A poem about changing your mind when experience teaches you something new, framing growth as learning rather than weakness or inconsistency.

New Information

I changed my mind.

Not because
I was weak.

Because Tuesday
taught me something

Monday
didn’t know.

I refuse
to spend Wednesday

pretending
I didn’t learn it.A poem about giving yourself permission to release an old dream when it no longer belongs to the person you have become.

Old Dreams

You are allowed
to stop wanting

the thing
you once begged for.

That dream belonged
to someone

who hadn’t lived
your life yet.

Thank them.

Then let them
want something else.A reflective poem about growing older, recognizing past mistakes, and finding the courage to admit that experience has changed what you believe.

Wrong

I have been wrong

about people,
about love,
about myself,

with astonishing
confidence.

Growing older
has mostly been

learning to say,

I know better now,

and meaning it.A poem about treating your younger self with compassion without feeling obligated to follow plans made before you had the knowledge and experience you have today.

No Contract

You owe
your younger self

compassion,

not obedience.

They made plans
with half the facts

and called them
forever.

You know more now.

Choose again.
@bigjosh84.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 12:12 AM

Thank you! I really appreciate you taking the time to read them. Glad they landed with you!

@bigjosh84.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 12:07 AM

Thank you for reading them! I’m always grateful when these little pieces of me find a home with someone else. Really glad you enjoyed them.

@bigjosh84.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 12:02 AM

Thank you! I’m really glad they connected with you. It means a lot knowing people are out there reading and enjoying what I put into the world.

@bigjosh84.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 11:58 PM

Thank you so much, Jim. That genuinely means a lot to me. If the poems can make someone stop, think, or feel something for a moment, then they’ve done what I hoped they would. I really appreciate you reading them.

@bigjosh84.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 11:54 PM

Thank you, seriously. If something I write makes somebody feel a little less alone or a little more alright for a minute, then I’m definitely doing something right. I really appreciate you saying tha

@bigjosh84.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 3:07 AM

I'm truly honored to have “Basking in the Glory of Self-Defeat” nominated for Best Small Fictions 2027. Thank you, Dog Throat Journal, for believing in my work. Congratulations to my fellow nominees! I'm genuinely grateful to be included.

@bigjosh84.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 2:55 AM

As a kid, I thought adults had everything figured out.

Now I get excited when the store has my favorite bread, I have no idea what I’m doing half the time, and I’m pretty sure everyone else is winging it too.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet

A humorous, affectionate poem about how growing older changes our definition of happiness, until something as ordinary as buying a good kitchen sponge becomes a small shared joy.
The Good Sponge
When I was young,
I dreamed of having money,
freedom,
and a house of my own.
Yesterday,
I bought a new kitchen sponge.
I showed it to my wife.
She agreed
it was a good sponge.
I don't know
when this became happiness,
but I think
we're doing okay.A playful poem about the endless responsibilities of adulthood, particularly the exhausting realization that deciding what to make for dinner is a problem that returns every single day.
Dinner Again
Nobody warned me
that adulthood meant
deciding what to eat
every single day
for the rest
of my natural life.
I made dinner yesterday.
Apparently,
that doesn't count
for today.
At this point,
I'd welcome
a little jury duty.A reflective poem about reaching the age your father was when you believed he knew everything, and realizing that his confidence may have concealed the same uncertainty and fear you experience as an adult.
The Age My Father Was
I reached the age
my father was
when I thought
he knew everything.
I remember asking him
what we should do
when something went wrong.
He always had an answer.
Now I wonder
how many times
he was just as frightened
as I am,
and answered anyway.A warm, relatable poem about never quite feeling like a proper adult, despite managing everyday responsibilities. It suggests that growing up may simply mean caring for others and doing your best without knowing all the answers.
No Instructions Included
I thought someday
I'd wake up
and feel like an adult.
Instead,
I lose my keys,
forget why I entered rooms,
and occasionally eat cereal
over the kitchen sink.
But the bills get paid.
The dog gets fed.
Someone I love
knows they are loved.
Maybe growing up
isn't knowing what you're doing.
Maybe it's doing your best
without the instructions
@onefallreview.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 12:34 AMReposted by @bigjosh84.bsky.social

@bigjosh84.bsky.social Joshua Walker steps back between the ropes at OFR with "Hasbros Everywhere."

onefallreview.com/2026/09/21/h...

@rattlepoetry.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 2:02 PMReposted by @bigjosh84.bsky.social

Joshua Adam Walker, Prompt Poem of the Month

Read the full poem here:

www.rattle.com/the-epic-of-...

#poetry

I only went out for groceries. Joshua Adam Walker from "The Epic of Aisle Seven" Prompt Poem of the Month September 15 2026
@bigjosh84.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 12:15 AM

It’s another day, and we’re all still blessed to be here.

But we live in a world constantly telling us how little we matter.

So, for whoever needs to hear it today:

You matter.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet

A heartfelt poem about the ways our lives affect other people without us realizing it, and how kindness, humor, and memory can become evidence that we matter.

Evidence

You think
you don’t matter.

Meanwhile,

someone still tells
a joke you taught them.

Someone hears your name
and smiles.

Someone is kinder
because once,

you were kind
to them.

You don’t get to see
all your evidence.A poem about understanding a person’s importance through the absence they would leave behind, in familiar sounds, spaces, and everyday moments.

The Empty Chair

You learn
what someone weighs

when they leave.

Not in pounds.

In silence.

In the missing laugh.

In the chair
nobody sits in.

Don’t tell me
you are nothing.

Nothing
doesn’t leave a hole.A gentle poem about how changing the world doesn’t always require something enormous, and how listening, staying, or making one difficult afternoon easier for someone can matter deeply.

Ordinary

You don’t have
to change the world.

Maybe you changed
one afternoon

for someone
having the worst day
of their life.

Maybe you stayed.

Maybe you listened.

The world is made
of afternoons too.A hopeful poem for anyone questioning their importance, imagining the friends, neighbors, and strangers they have yet to meet whose lives may someday be touched by their presence and kindness.

For Whoever Needs It

There are people
you haven’t met yet

who will be glad
you kept going.

A friend.
A neighbor.
A stranger

who will need
exactly the kindness

only your life
could have taught you.

You are not finished
meeting everyone
who will love you.
@bigjosh84.bsky.socialSep 2, 2026, 4:16 AM

September showed up.

I have reviewed the situation and decided Billie Joe Armstrong was right.

Wake me up when it ends.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet

@bigjosh84.bsky.socialAug 12, 2026, 5:20 PM

I wonder how many ordinary days became the best days of our lives without bothering to tell us.

Maybe that’s why I keep writing them down.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet

A poem about realizing only afterward that an ordinary gathering was the last time everyone would be together, and how life’s final moments rarely announce themselves.

The Last Ordinary Day

Nobody told us

it was the last time
we would all be there.

Same table.
Same terrible jokes.
Someone complaining about the coffee.

That’s the cruelty
of last times.

They usually arrive
dressed as Tuesdays.A nostalgic poem about being young, driving nowhere with little money, singing too loudly, and believing those ordinary nights would last forever.

Passenger Seat

We drove nowhere
because nowhere
was all we could afford.

Five dollars of gas.
Windows down.
A song ruined
by singing too loudly.

I don’t remember where we went.

I remember believing
we’d do it forever.A poem about remembering an insignificant late-night moment with someone you love and realizing years later that you would trade countless important days to experience that ordinary hour again.

Kitchen Light

You stood in the kitchen
long after midnight,

eating something
straight from the refrigerator.

We talked about nothing.

I don’t remember what we said.

Only that now

I’d trade a thousand
important days

for that meaningless hour.A poem about recognizing that today’s seemingly unremarkable moments may someday become precious memories, and that life’s most important days rarely look important while we’re living them.

Today, Probably

Maybe today
is one of them.

This coffee.
This ridiculous dog.
This person beside you.

Maybe someday
you’d give anything
to enter this moment again.

Look around.

Nothing is glowing.

That’s how you know.
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@bigjosh84.bsky.socialJul 29, 2026, 3:28 AM

A text arriving at the right moment. A dog choosing your lap. Someone remembering how you take your coffee.

Life keeps hiding miracles inside ordinary packaging.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet

A poem about being included in someone’s moment of wonder and how a simple phone call can become proof of closeness.

Emergency Contact

You called

just to tell me

the moon looked strange.

No crisis.

No confession.

Just proof

that somewhere in the world

something beautiful happened,

and for one small moment,

you thought

I should be there too.A poem about love appearing through attention, memory, and the small details someone takes the time to learn.

How You Take It

You remembered

two sugars,

no cream,

the chipped blue mug

I always choose.

People speak of love

as thunder,

but sometimes

it is simply

someone paying attention

long enough

to learn your weather.A poem about the healing power of being chosen without judgment by an animal who sees only warmth and need.

Chosen

The dog crossed

a room full of people

and rested her head

against my knee.

She knew nothing

of my failures,

the names I regret,

or the nights

I barely survived myself.

She only knew

I was warm

and needed choosing.A poem about ordinary acts of kindness and how salvation often arrives quietly through everyday people.

Small Gods

The neighbor

brought our trash bin in

before the rain.

Someone held the elevator.

A stranger returned

the wallet I had already mourned.

We keep waiting

for heaven to split open,

never noticing

how often salvation arrives

wearing ordinary shoes.
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@bigjosh84.bsky.socialJul 15, 2026, 8:42 PM

Somewhere today, a stranger is humming the same song you are and neither of you will ever know.

Being human is strange and occasionally beautiful.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet

A poem about how an ordinary question can feel dangerous to someone who has become skilled at hiding what they are really feeling.

Small Talk

“How have you been?”

is such a dangerous question

to ask someone

who has practiced

saying “fine”

with perfect timing.A poem about missing someone so deeply that every small moment becomes a reason to reach for them.

Almost Called

I almost called you

three times today.

Once when something funny happened.

Once when everything went wrong.

Once for no reason at all,

which was probably

the real reason.A poem about how small daily actions can become quiet acts of courage when simply staying present feels difficult.

Proof of Life

Some days

the bravest thing I do

is answer a message,

wash one plate,

open the curtains,

and let the world know

I have not disappeared.A poem about two people separated by distance but possibly thinking of each other beneath the same night sky.

Same Moon

Tonight,

someone you miss

may be standing beneath

the same moon,

thinking of you

with the same impossible distance

caught in their throat.
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