@auntyparty.bsky.social
#vss365
Between mouthfuls
of air in this human
place I have forgotten
how to digest what
is already inside me
how to chew the road
that weaves through
one mouthful & the next
tar #drizzle of places
to pick out, to go, &
splatter like ink flown
from the end of a finger
pointed at the oh so far
Between mouthfuls
of air in this human
place I have forgotten
how to digest what
is already inside me
how to chew the road
that weaves through
one mouthful & the next
tar #drizzle of places
to pick out, to go, &
splatter like ink flown
from the end of a finger
pointed at the oh so far
January 25, 2026 at 12:57 AM
#vss365
In the last scene of a shore
shapes #dapple the sand
and i am left to make them
into seals & whales & bodies
a city less human that i'd like
to admit, concrete that moved
in as waves then knew to stop
dappled panes of glass & bits
of the world in them climbing
like leaves & embers upward
In the last scene of a shore
shapes #dapple the sand
and i am left to make them
into seals & whales & bodies
a city less human that i'd like
to admit, concrete that moved
in as waves then knew to stop
dappled panes of glass & bits
of the world in them climbing
like leaves & embers upward
January 17, 2026 at 12:06 PM
#vss365
Summer is trying to claw
its way into the earth
to lap at whatever water
might be left in cavenous
rivers so things grow
from rock thrown
like a shadow: a helpless
endless thing falling off
the end of the #stoop
& into a night carrying
a sun nearby like
the skys just a blaket
of thrown rocks
Summer is trying to claw
its way into the earth
to lap at whatever water
might be left in cavenous
rivers so things grow
from rock thrown
like a shadow: a helpless
endless thing falling off
the end of the #stoop
& into a night carrying
a sun nearby like
the skys just a blaket
of thrown rocks
January 14, 2026 at 3:56 AM
#vss365
Sunset moves through
the carpark like a car-
door closes onto heat
trapped all day, tumbled
out like the intestines
of a hero onto the tarmac
as if it is relief, the pressure
of the day and knowing
it is a hero who can breathe
fire, breathe anything,
life is all in the #delievery
Sunset moves through
the carpark like a car-
door closes onto heat
trapped all day, tumbled
out like the intestines
of a hero onto the tarmac
as if it is relief, the pressure
of the day and knowing
it is a hero who can breathe
fire, breathe anything,
life is all in the #delievery
January 9, 2026 at 9:27 AM
#vss365
Sunset moves through
the carpark like a car-
door closes onto heat
trapped all day, tumbled
out like the intestines
of a hero onto the tarmac
as if it is relief, the pressure
of the day and knowing
it is a hero who can breathe
fire, breathe anything,
life is all in the #delievery
Sunset moves through
the carpark like a car-
door closes onto heat
trapped all day, tumbled
out like the intestines
of a hero onto the tarmac
as if it is relief, the pressure
of the day and knowing
it is a hero who can breathe
fire, breathe anything,
life is all in the #delievery
#vss365 #abstraction
An arm out a window
a red thing driving a road bent
around a part of the world
I'm yet to see, up ahead
summer's a wash of colours
only a painter knows as more
than thick brush strokes
of what could be, each person
on their way to the way the waves
of heat pour into the horizon
An arm out a window
a red thing driving a road bent
around a part of the world
I'm yet to see, up ahead
summer's a wash of colours
only a painter knows as more
than thick brush strokes
of what could be, each person
on their way to the way the waves
of heat pour into the horizon
January 3, 2026 at 1:31 AM
#vss365 #abstraction
An arm out a window
a red thing driving a road bent
around a part of the world
I'm yet to see, up ahead
summer's a wash of colours
only a painter knows as more
than thick brush strokes
of what could be, each person
on their way to the way the waves
of heat pour into the horizon
An arm out a window
a red thing driving a road bent
around a part of the world
I'm yet to see, up ahead
summer's a wash of colours
only a painter knows as more
than thick brush strokes
of what could be, each person
on their way to the way the waves
of heat pour into the horizon
#vss365
Night as a rose petal
Ocean as perfumed syrup
Moon as new thing
Pistachio as stone
Dusk as turkish #delight
Cliff as new world
Chalk as rising cloud as snow as memory as dragon as smoke as dawn as iceberg as breath as eternity as chalk-
dust as kicked and washed away as eternity
Night as a rose petal
Ocean as perfumed syrup
Moon as new thing
Pistachio as stone
Dusk as turkish #delight
Cliff as new world
Chalk as rising cloud as snow as memory as dragon as smoke as dawn as iceberg as breath as eternity as chalk-
dust as kicked and washed away as eternity
January 2, 2026 at 1:17 AM
#vss365
Over there a #dream is a balcony
strung with soft hued lights & another
car driving too calmly into the night
quiet road for the accident i can see
slowly approach, no contorted metal
shapes so i can understand briefly what
others are talking about, before time
comes to say happy new year
Over there a #dream is a balcony
strung with soft hued lights & another
car driving too calmly into the night
quiet road for the accident i can see
slowly approach, no contorted metal
shapes so i can understand briefly what
others are talking about, before time
comes to say happy new year
December 31, 2025 at 11:48 AM
#vss365
Forgive me if I #struggle to find the God
in this without clawing it in my infant
cot, the feathers of so many birds
my bed, as i guess i reach for plastic
harmless things, a car or a rocket
that will have to be taken away one day
by someone who said enough
just as i was about grasp them
Forgive me if I #struggle to find the God
in this without clawing it in my infant
cot, the feathers of so many birds
my bed, as i guess i reach for plastic
harmless things, a car or a rocket
that will have to be taken away one day
by someone who said enough
just as i was about grasp them
December 26, 2025 at 11:41 PM
#vss365 #survive
They keep telling me about Queensland
rain & i can't wait for the presents
i get to open, the joy of what i want
like my fingers are old fallen trees
flowing down a new river, digging
into the banks of cardbord & dirt,
spilling out into the bay &
& into the waves of torn paper
They keep telling me about Queensland
rain & i can't wait for the presents
i get to open, the joy of what i want
like my fingers are old fallen trees
flowing down a new river, digging
into the banks of cardbord & dirt,
spilling out into the bay &
& into the waves of torn paper
December 26, 2025 at 12:41 AM
#vss365
#shoot
like there is something
to aim at other than a thing
of light a sun smaller
than a bullet hole left
over a city calmy sweeping
through traffic lit intersections
pools on luminate tarmac
cutting a hill from the heavens
and the earth as small
as a constellation shot
again and again
#shoot
like there is something
to aim at other than a thing
of light a sun smaller
than a bullet hole left
over a city calmy sweeping
through traffic lit intersections
pools on luminate tarmac
cutting a hill from the heavens
and the earth as small
as a constellation shot
again and again
December 24, 2025 at 10:34 AM
#vss365
Someone's father cuts
the world away. The #humble
sunset softening the stone
buildings like an explosion
waiting to be heard, the distance
pressed in tight like only a word
can contain so much, a sigh
and the world is no more
but a closed door and the end
of another long summer day
Someone's father cuts
the world away. The #humble
sunset softening the stone
buildings like an explosion
waiting to be heard, the distance
pressed in tight like only a word
can contain so much, a sigh
and the world is no more
but a closed door and the end
of another long summer day
December 21, 2025 at 2:45 AM
#vss365 #monotonous
...and it hasn't even begun
to settle in where I'm sure
mountains were lined
along the shore: the monotony
of calling every wave
a battle, every grain of sand
a world waiting to be counted
and thrown to the swell,
crashing universes pushed
aside one sunken footprint
after another
...and it hasn't even begun
to settle in where I'm sure
mountains were lined
along the shore: the monotony
of calling every wave
a battle, every grain of sand
a world waiting to be counted
and thrown to the swell,
crashing universes pushed
aside one sunken footprint
after another
December 14, 2025 at 8:55 AM
#vss365 #monotonous
...and it hasn't even begun
to settle in where I'm sure
mountains were lined
along the shore: the monotony
of calling every wave
a battle, every grain of sand
a world waiting to be counted
and thrown to the swell,
crashing universes pushed
aside one sunken footprint
after another
...and it hasn't even begun
to settle in where I'm sure
mountains were lined
along the shore: the monotony
of calling every wave
a battle, every grain of sand
a world waiting to be counted
and thrown to the swell,
crashing universes pushed
aside one sunken footprint
after another
#vss365 #matters
How much matter could be placed on the head of a pin in the pockets of the angels there enjoying the way strands weave this time into a jumper, a scalf, a rug of floating seaweed, anything not to know what stitch will come next, which way the matter will turn, and will be
How much matter could be placed on the head of a pin in the pockets of the angels there enjoying the way strands weave this time into a jumper, a scalf, a rug of floating seaweed, anything not to know what stitch will come next, which way the matter will turn, and will be
November 30, 2025 at 12:59 AM
#vss365 #reflection
I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane
I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane
November 27, 2025 at 12:48 AM
#vss365 #reflection
I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane
I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane
#vss365 #achievable
It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now
The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning
It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now
The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning
November 24, 2025 at 3:14 AM
#vss365 #achievable
It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now
The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning
It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now
The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning
#vss365 #transport
I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next
I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next
November 16, 2025 at 1:34 AM
#vss365 #transport
I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next
I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next
#vss365
How hot does it have to be
for the far dancing things,
dying in the faintest breeze,
like they're trying to stop
the next sun and the next
from rising, so a moment
of mercury fills the glassy
night, and the #arid words
of the things i could be
as clear as stars shining
from a screen past me
How hot does it have to be
for the far dancing things,
dying in the faintest breeze,
like they're trying to stop
the next sun and the next
from rising, so a moment
of mercury fills the glassy
night, and the #arid words
of the things i could be
as clear as stars shining
from a screen past me
October 17, 2025 at 7:57 AM
#vss365 #blur
sliding on to a highspeed train
and a mountain, a thumb
covering so much of the world
it is hard to tell if anything happens
if there is still an opening
cut for the train to move through
or if it crumples into the unseen
part of the screen, where i rest
after flicking away more & more
sliding on to a highspeed train
and a mountain, a thumb
covering so much of the world
it is hard to tell if anything happens
if there is still an opening
cut for the train to move through
or if it crumples into the unseen
part of the screen, where i rest
after flicking away more & more
October 2, 2025 at 3:03 AM
#vss365
like two days ago
a truck
shook windows
towards addresses stuck
on whatever is in the back
and what I'd written
on a pad I've carried
for long enough to forget
where abything on it
could have come from
except i guess me
and a nameless world
that i try to fill with
a #sonorous truck
like two days ago
a truck
shook windows
towards addresses stuck
on whatever is in the back
and what I'd written
on a pad I've carried
for long enough to forget
where abything on it
could have come from
except i guess me
and a nameless world
that i try to fill with
a #sonorous truck
September 27, 2025 at 2:15 AM
#vss365
#perhaps it is not on the other side
of the window, and there is a world
just as it is: posed, as I find a few
words amidst "coming soon" and tomorrow's
hammers, dust, and noise, the holes
in buildings that whoever that man is
sits in front of in the sun, dressed
like he is already there
#perhaps it is not on the other side
of the window, and there is a world
just as it is: posed, as I find a few
words amidst "coming soon" and tomorrow's
hammers, dust, and noise, the holes
in buildings that whoever that man is
sits in front of in the sun, dressed
like he is already there
September 22, 2025 at 1:36 AM
I wish t building behind
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people
September 20, 2025 at 12:42 PM
I wish t building behind
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people
#vss365 #extrusion
As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,
the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind
out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace
As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,
the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind
out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace
September 20, 2025 at 3:12 AM
#vss365 #extrusion
As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,
the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind
out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace
As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,
the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind
out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace
#vss365 #bionic
Like you have to open
a chest to find how it works
the thing that turns the world
to machine - bone to steel
smoking myth of a horizon
obscured by a breath
beating shores to the erosion
of wars and the promise
of the openness of death
in an otherwise fertile field
of machined words
Like you have to open
a chest to find how it works
the thing that turns the world
to machine - bone to steel
smoking myth of a horizon
obscured by a breath
beating shores to the erosion
of wars and the promise
of the openness of death
in an otherwise fertile field
of machined words
August 19, 2025 at 4:40 AM