Dear Friends, I’m humbled by your generous support for the launch of my #poetry book. “Full Moon Confessions” has been a work of passion that has found its way to being published, thanks to amazing support & guidance of Gabriela & Hikari #Amazon : a.co/d/byeZzNq

pink sky the evening applies itself slowly Akari

dancing alone in the crowd where the velvet grin becomes us an open road moving among the performative we become the ghost at the apex of geometric precision forced to watch our past with surgical remission dissolving into dust a collection of memories as parallel tracks refract

a gift of solitude alone on a beach crowded with memories the flick of an aging wrist one stone across the water skips just me and no one keeping score but I fear not as many as before #vss365 #gift #poetry

Have a great week everyone! 💖

#vss365 #forbidden Wishing you all a beautiful weekend ❤️❤️❤️I’ve been off-grid while struggling through the process of polishing Jezebel’s Island. The manuscript is  almost ready, I wrote a note for you. I would be honored to have you read it🙏 A Note to the Reader   As you open this book, you cross a threshold—stepping into a space dense with unspoken possibilities, where the horizon beckons with questions instead of certainties. Jezebel’s Island is built on uncertainty. The ending greets you at the very start, and only by reading will you discover why. This novel plunges into the depths of consciousness, power, and surrealism. It’s a psychological thriller and mystery, a dystopian tale that refuses simple logic or straight lines. If you’re looking for a journey from A to B with a tidy conclusion at C, this is not your story. Instead, Jezebel’s Island unfolds in cinematic flashes, abrupt transitions, and fragmented scenes you must assemble yourself. You are one of the characters here; without you, the story cannot exist. Truth loops back on itself. In this realm of doubt, the molds of comforting tales begin to crack under the pressure of incomprehensible veils. The mountains become more than stone; they mark the border between two different worlds and the myth you’ll create for yourself.   You’ll wander through a maze of half-truths, with memory flickering like a weak lantern. The people you encounter—Jezebel, the architect of this puzzle; Lady Swartley, a woman of extremes; men weighed by their bloodlines; and Anastasia, who learns that understanding can break you—each wait for you to interpret what lies between their silences.   Notice the rhythm of the rain, the sudden chill of the sheets, the black-clad children slipping quietly through the scene, the Polo shirts of the men, the makeup of the women, swans drifting like ghosts over uneasy water. These are not merely details; they are the pulse of a world coming together and falling apart in the same moment.   Don’t expect a map. You are a co-investigator, exploring both the Island and the recesses of your mind. Here, you’ll be asked to listen to deception in language, question the source of every secret, and stand before the unknown. Be mindful: what you find at the beginning may already be waiting for you at the end. The path you choose is yours alone, but know that once you breathe the island’s air, the City can never look the same.   Step into the mist. The investigation has begun. #gabrielamariemilton #jezebelsisland #thriller

#Poetry #DailyWisdomWords Baroque cathedral floating in a gilded cage, while a man is waltzing on a mirrored reflection of argent and bronze, gazing upon the symmetry of the steampunk sky, the architecture of surreal metaphysical elegance, is imagining, an ornate realm!...

🌧️ New #Sunday #poetry 🌧️ @Dwarven_King_SH @shortprose1 @MariaAPerez1 @derickijohnson @Tre_Ce24 @jgmacleodauthor @TWJacobs1 @write2fite @fizzyfizzytwiz @Zaynab71990 @darkxfer @Tetrametracall1 @namaferd poetrybyps.com/2026/06/06/to…

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#vss365 (Gravity) #haiku #poetry

White mist clings to the sawara cypress boughs — spring clouds overhead, and this radiance: bottomless.   糸檜葉にしろくこもらふ春曇のこのかがやきは底しれぬなり   #北原白秋 #短歌 #tanka #poem #短歌英訳

🍀 New #Sunday #poetry 🍀 @Dwarven_King_SH @shortprose1 @MariaAPerez1 @derickijohnson @Tre_Ce24 @jgmacleodauthor @TWJacobs1 @write2fite @fizzyfizzytwiz @Zaynab71990 @darkxfer @Tetrametracall1 @namaferd 🔗 poetrybyps.com/2026/05/23/em…

What a beautiful gift from Maria ❤️

even with eyes closed there is beauty to be seen a reflection of all the good things deep inside of me #GoodMorning #poetry 📸Ahmet Yüksek ✪

In the heaven of the poor Admission will be free There will be no #judgement They will amble roads paved with love Drink milk and honey with the doves Water of everlasting life will be pure and clear and colourless and the hell, the hell of the unjust will turn to dust #vss365

RT @Words_by_B: Close your eyes open the windows of your mind imagine yourself in a walled garden peony roses blue cornflowers crimson cl…

One day, you go around the bend and discover beautiful things… so, we are going on an adventure for the month of May! Today's prompt: magic in a witch’s purse (5/24) Come join and bring your favorite pens!🖊️ Combos are welcome, and include #FoxProse/@FoxProse for RTs.

#FoxProse @FoxProse Magic falls like wishes of raven dreams, a mystery beneath a moonlit glow of sky glass. You're an alchemy of emotions, a fantasy style weaving through trees, your eyes carry starlight, for you are the spell that was spun like clouds of gold. You're a magic man in the dawn of morning. Frankenstein a woman for yourself, become the author... for you were lured by me so become the purpose of this write... While I fairytale myself into a new poem!...

#FoxProse @FoxProse #BraveWrite #FromOneLine Daisy, in a field of dreams, her lips fall upon him like rain as her eyes sunrise and gaze into the depth of his feelings. It was heavier than expected. She said, "whisper my name every time you think of me." Let the colors of your words symphony in hues. Taste the satin of her touch of twilight indigo as his language is like painted zephyr of starlight. Daisy capitulates to his serenity of all his sweet and ethereal tomorrows!...

RT @Words_by_B: Wildflowers, an old windmill, skylarks singing overhead and warm sunshine. A perfect spring day. 🌿🌼

Kick off the mundane Bury it in sand... And live @10wordspoet #10wordspoet #kick #poetry #prompt 📷 Mine