RC deWinter
@rcdewinter.bsky.social
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Jongleur trying to do it all: writing, art, music. My existence is my verification. Not the grrrl your mother wanted you to marry. “i’m a strong cup of coffee, dark, bitter and hot Love me or leave me. https://rc-dewinter.pixels.com/
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Well, I am ducking out to go find some comedy to watch because I can't take any more of this ugly craziness infecting everything in the country. Y'all all be sweet and I'll see you good people next time
a goodnight message with a full moon in the sky
ALT: a goodnight message with a full moon in the sky
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they're Trump's SS, the insurrectionist #ProudBoys that he pardoned after the insurrection
proud boys on the left 
ice on the right
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Good one
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#poetry

The Virtual Wife
 
If pixels on a screen were pen on paper,
if words sent through the ether
were mailed in a letter,
I’d be a paper wife.
rcdewinter.bsky.social
perhaps you sit somewhere
chained to oblivion
a pawn arranged on the chessboard
watching without eyes

when at last exhausted
i throw myself to the ground
i am a stranger to the damp earth
i don't know who i am without you
 
© 2018 RC deWinter
Published in The Stray Branch
Spring/Summer Issue 2021
rcdewinter.bsky.social
run
run
not knowing where i'm going
 
or why
 
scripts are written for us
but even as we make notes in the margins
they’re erased by unseen hands
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#poetry

the doe

in my sleep i run naked
unprotected from every dark thing
lurking in a wood of ancient trees

smoky lungs struggling to discharge carbon dioxide
heedless of stray thorns
rocks under my feet
i run
rcdewinter.bsky.social
There hasn't been any decent journalistic integrity in many years. Everybody's got an angle lots of people are paid off and it's still all about their bottom line profit
mike-lowe.bsky.social
Not a shock to anyone.
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Disembodied, voiceless, remote,
I am the phantom on the periphery
of the plateau of reality.
I am Everyman’s dream – the virtual wife.
© 2012 RC deWinter
published in @lothlorienpoetryj.bsky.social
rcdewinter.bsky.social
But I remain – not even fashioned,
as was Blodeuwedd,
from the fragile beauty of flowers – 
only paper.
No, there is no more pen to paper.
I am pixels.
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I don’t want to be the spinster Belle
of Amherst,
writing, always writing to her Master.
I’m sick of being a crutch left in the corner
‘til another ankle’s twisted.
rcdewinter.bsky.social
I am distant, convenient and much too readily available.
I make few demands, and those I put forth,
while often promised fulfillment,
are always and inevitably ignored.
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#poetry

The Virtual Wife
 
If pixels on a screen were pen on paper,
if words sent through the ether
were mailed in a letter,
I’d be a paper wife.
rcdewinter.bsky.social
some days are bathed in blue
nothing's fundamentally changed
it just seeps out of a small crack
in your soul
maybe you forgot to patch it
maybe it's brand new
i've learned not to fight it
sorrow unacknowledged
will sweep you out to sea
better to splash to tomorrow through small puddles
~RC deWinter
rcdewinter.bsky.social
I must not have been paying attention, I forgot to include the attribution and it belongs to Wallace Stevens.
rcdewinter.bsky.social
In an age of disbelief it is for the poet to supply the satisfactions of belief.