wordsmith‽ ⁂

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I'm a crepuscular poet who drifts between phases irregularly, carried by an unrequited romance with the Moon. If you create something that's the right shape, poetry may fall out of me.

In reality I'm a British European in southern England who marinaded in Scotland and the Westcountry.

I occasionally post photos on my Pixelfed account at https://metapixl.com/@wordsmith

I will gladly accept more poetry.

Pronounshe/him
PoetryPlease
PhaseWaxing Crescent
LicenseAll data CC-BY-NC-SA. No ML/AI/scraping

RE: https://theforkiverse.com/@Torithom/116316881550173895

Love me a good album art story, especially when it involves a nap.

2 tracks of my EP Dissolves Corporeality out today! Single 'Dissolves Corporeality' about what it means to live further on the internet and within our own inner thoughts AND parody 'Paper Doll,' about AI girlfriends (and whatever the equivalent was in the 30s). <3 Mixing wardrobe vocals in smoothly with cozy synths and beats. https://linktr.ee/torithom #womeninmusic #chamberpop #diymusic #bandcamp #newmusic #singersongwriter #fedimusic #synthpop #forkiverseplaylist #musician #freakfolk
"The Complete #Writing Guide". Well that's a lie.
I’d like for my tiny #haiku #zines to go wherever they are welcome. Into other capsule machines, candy dishes, little free #libraries, or whatever creative vessels people can dream up. So print them out for free. I'll also mail you an envelope full anywhere in the world.
http://katherinemontalto.com/the-haiku-machine-around-the-world/

Sunshine and petrichor. We'll be alright.

#SixWordStories #poetry

"She proffered freshly ground pepper like a threat of violence."

I cut them to the bone: a single brief sentence and a thank you, without room to attribute Pádrig's book, I almost give up and move on but who knows, maybe this will bring them a smile as they did me.

Send.

So I take out my notepad instead, since his words have birthed my words and they are not so small as to write in a postage-stamp gap. I try not to go on, I elide and erase and then copy the remains and paste and...munch. Munch goes the machine as three quarters of my absolutely, positively as few words I could bare to write to say how they touched me are simply too many.
Contact Me in this little window to my world, but bring a finely-sharpened pencil and your good set of eyes and don't spare the ¶. Select the smallest caret and your loupe and send your thoughts, penny for your thoughts but only a small penny.
"Contact Me" invited the author and proffered a tiny porthole to enter my words, which I do with such enthusiasm I have sprinted here immediately after the final word of the poem. For I must Contact Them.