Charli Poe
charlipoe.bsky.social
Charli Poe
@charlipoe.bsky.social
I write. Sometimes I write well. I wrote a mystery novel that I like.
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were i to hear
in the airy
high-pitch vibrato
of the mosquito's wings
her pleas
for life
for the life of her children
would i spare a sip
accepting the improbable possibility of death or disease
and the inevitable itchy red lump
or would i still
clap the air
slap the wall
and paint my arm
with blood
January 28, 2026 at 9:37 AM
warmer winter nights–
hoarfrost
put to pasture.

#dailyhaikuprompt
January 27, 2026 at 9:33 PM
The stone jutting from the edge of the waterfall was worn flat and smooth, coated by a thin film of water. A slight upturn at the #cusp of the rock prevented spillage, redirecting the deceptively active water down the side, returning it to the stream before dropping it onto the corpse below.
#vss365
January 26, 2026 at 6:49 PM
Someone's friend from high school–the one who loved eating chocolate Donettes and listening to the Dixie Chicks–is asleep under a sumac bush, escaping the #drizzle on mostly-dry soil, curled fetal position in a padded blanket they stole from Big Lots.

#vss365
January 24, 2026 at 1:20 AM
Thank you, he #murmured with a subtle closed-mouth smile. He stared at the stranger's chin when he accepted the cash, blessing them in God's name.
Two streets over, I heard train bells ring as flashing gates slowly descended.
The man scratched his arm littered with red pit stops of his own.
#vss365
January 18, 2026 at 11:33 PM
Ten months into her nephew's blanket, Dani realized twelve rows she'd finished in May were–no, June, during the talks with Jan from Pocatello Regional Transit–were #wonky in a way that, while it didn't ruin the whole, gave it an uncanny look she needed to destroy; but it was 4 months overdue
#vss365
January 14, 2026 at 6:04 PM
I watch. Thin tonnes of colourless mist #travels lonely as clouds across a concavity scarcely removed from the expanding blankness.
No.

Give me the rain, let it rest a spell upon my cheeks or hair or dripping on my temples; may it remember me when next it coalesces, even as I forget.

#vss365
December 31, 2025 at 7:57 AM
he cries afterward
a tit and the light rain outside
harmonize
December 29, 2025 at 5:38 PM
autumn morning
juncos sip cold dew
from a broken water cooler

#haiku
December 16, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Our #apogee was in Joshua Tree. We tried prickly pears with the couple from Germany who somehow both couldn't stop arguing and couldn't keep their hands off each other. I remember your barely-disguised quizzical smile because it looked exactly how my face felt.

The way my face feels now.

#vss365
December 14, 2025 at 5:43 AM
sticky headlight…
the old corvette and i
share a quizzical look

#haikufeels
December 7, 2025 at 7:42 PM
bouncing pen tip
in her yellowing fingers—
a breath

#dailyhaikuprompt #north
November 27, 2025 at 6:36 PM
frightened of the dark
holes in the earth
bleeding rainbows

#dailyhaikuprompt
November 25, 2025 at 9:16 PM
#Science. Science. Science, science, science. Maybe if I repeat it enough, if I get an award and quotes in Men's Health and Cosmo; maybe if I go on TV with just the right amount of humility, hurt and self-righteous fervor. And numbers. Maybe if people argue its merits, that will make it so.

#vss365
November 14, 2025 at 10:11 PM
lost in the lamp light
a giant sphinx moth flounders—
the moon and its mask

#dailyhaikuprompt
November 13, 2025 at 2:58 AM
He looked even smaller there on the corner. The boy's wide jean shorts hung below his shins, and the striped shirt slunk on one side. He saw his father coming, a smiling, lumbering man, nearly 7ft tall. So large, the boy thought, he could carry the sun on his back
"I myth you," the boy said.
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 8:16 PM
A man
used to say:
Beware
the redundant:
wispy clouds
cold frost
emotional instability.
In #literature
he said
it's precision
self-reflection
intent.
But
personally
in my humble opinion
what's more redundant
than self-reflection?
I am a mirror
looking at
a mirror
in a room
full of I's.

#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 4:03 PM
#Law. Inviolate; inscrutable. The phantom pain of an expanse beyond the tiny bubbles in which we lie, distorting all views by re-lensing the real outside these shrinking spheres. And yet, peeks; incursions; hints of hints of hints. Only to be confused with the words of a bombast or a beauty.
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 11:38 PM
As a child, I understood the #language of wind. It whispered and sang, and I with it. It hinted at trees to climb and streams to cool my body. I smiled and laughed, and the coarse translation was rewarded with a joy that passed beyond understanding. We were compatriots, the wind and I.

#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 7:01 PM
weighed down with snow
a ponderosa pine tree
nods to the north wind

#haiku
#north
#dailyhaikuprompt
November 8, 2025 at 5:41 AM
It's 1998 and my sister walks into a #Famous Footwear to ask about a now hiring sign. She says to wait outside. Fine

Someone coughs; I spin. In foam flipflops and a Care Bears shirt, a woman is sitting on the curb. She's not wearing pants, only a bikini bottom. Another cough-I flee inside

#vss365
November 5, 2025 at 8:57 PM
ocean at morning
memories in the foggy shroud
cigarettes and you

#dailyhaikuprompt
#north
November 1, 2025 at 5:03 AM
The day you left, I watched an empty bag of Wonderbread #creep across the parking lot of a closed Pamida. The plastic was stained, containing fragments of earth that danced as it slid and tumbled and—for a moment—rose into the air, spinning like a ballerina suspended in a fragile forever.

#vss365
October 28, 2025 at 6:08 AM
in a sycamore
a sparrow considers flight
beside zacchaeus

#haiku
October 26, 2025 at 8:29 AM
flickering lightbulb
measurement marks on the jamb
grown short and faded

#haiku
#dailyhaikuprompt
#north #senryu
October 22, 2025 at 4:14 AM