Antifa and BLM trending Patterns with coordinating conjunctions More functions of those who Ordain these matters In the scatter of botnet chatter. #smallpoems
Poetry is power is pain in loss shared experience backwards answers safe place to scream scream to place safe answers backwards experience shared loss in pain is power is poetry #smallpoems https://x.com/friede/status/1634590099609354245
and #ds106 for all things #multimodal #literacies Longest running Mooc in history all focused on digital storytelling, art, and multimodality also #clmooc and #smallpoems
festering atop cinder blocks and glass of empty boxes blown out windows to look upon a courtyard crushed Yet the Oak where the children play It still stands #smallpoems
#smallpoems Shattered signals dangle in eerie peace found only in erasure when life fought out of existence for only wires dance now dangling moving gently in winter's breeze https://t.co/764boB3UUF
Yet do not judge nor condemn who holds the spoon for it is the Chef who deftly poisons truth as a hedge against reality #mastoprompt #smallpoems #NAFO 2/2
to hedge a bet at precipice of humanity despots pour porridge of insanity which alleges knowledge at ledges and wedges that dredge the lowest common denominator Sludge drudged for haters and splainers The loons who swoon over Baffoons and goons #smallpoems #NAFO 1/2
Umbrella bent into cold Winter rain, listless shield held firmly into winds pelting at misery's scars A monument of futility stone carved by sideways shrapnel striking with bitter cold Forlorn and soaked she marches on #smallpoems #mastoprompt
Listening to the #YokelLocal #clmooc global poetry hour show from #ds106radio https://bit.ly/3lu2Xwd This was such a fun #covid project from Scotland, Australia, Ghana, and United Stated of America, #WritingCommunity #smallpoems
Together they heard. Heard colors brightly reflecting off each note, Sweet hues a sound, pulling prisms down beat as feet swept in galaxies who fold in cacophonies untold #MastoPrompt #smallpoems
Truth. We don't really know. More a dough; pleas which we kneed. Fingers, press, oozing in rising reality while bubbles of fate escape in spaces and folds of skin #smallpoems #mastoprompt