William David Maxwell
@emersynlaughs.bsky.social
Novelist, poet, lover of all things nature and a life filled with passion. 40s. All poetry posted is my original work.
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"The Kirkyard was a sea of falling snowflakes and devoid of the noise of parishioners. Disorderly rows of tombstones, showing their age in weathered inscriptions. One creature stalks the aisles, the Church Grimm. Swift, and unseen until those who wish the dead harm arrive. Then woe comes for them."
December 5, 2025 at 9:38 PM
"The Kirkyard was a sea of falling snowflakes and devoid of the noise of parishioners. Disorderly rows of tombstones, showing their age in weathered inscriptions. One creature stalks the aisles, the Church Grimm. Swift, and unseen until those who wish the dead harm arrive. Then woe comes for them."
My Spotify Wrapped.
December 3, 2025 at 6:49 PM
My Spotify Wrapped.
"Dear beloved Creature. Take from me my bones and build a house we string with the light of your heart. A stone hearth for us lay beside and make geometry of our arms and legs. Home was the feeling before it was a place. Like our passion was smoke before the inferno. Our giving is freedom not lost"
December 3, 2025 at 1:52 AM
"Dear beloved Creature. Take from me my bones and build a house we string with the light of your heart. A stone hearth for us lay beside and make geometry of our arms and legs. Home was the feeling before it was a place. Like our passion was smoke before the inferno. Our giving is freedom not lost"
"The pumpkin patch lingers through a veil of frost, not yet ready to give up the ghost. A questing dark still stalks the forest in defiance of cheer and twinkling lights. Gods below mumble cantrips and juggle angel numbers. Mother Night is eternal no matter the season. Each of us carries a candle."
November 22, 2025 at 3:12 PM
"The pumpkin patch lingers through a veil of frost, not yet ready to give up the ghost. A questing dark still stalks the forest in defiance of cheer and twinkling lights. Gods below mumble cantrips and juggle angel numbers. Mother Night is eternal no matter the season. Each of us carries a candle."
"It was under a wavy sky that you made your choice. Handing over the wheel, asking to be lead out of your lost movie. Safety that is given freely, a bill to pay that no longer breaks you. It's adorable how you think you have a say in what illusions get cast on the pyre. Pinning your wish on my ways"
November 22, 2025 at 2:54 PM
"It was under a wavy sky that you made your choice. Handing over the wheel, asking to be lead out of your lost movie. Safety that is given freely, a bill to pay that no longer breaks you. It's adorable how you think you have a say in what illusions get cast on the pyre. Pinning your wish on my ways"
"Twilight skies are my language of satisfaction for my senses. It remains a strong draw to me. The last gasp before night descends. I imagine it as a line of the ghosts of dawn taking their rest for the specters of the evening. There are roads there to travel, spells to chant, wonders to discover."
November 18, 2025 at 6:06 PM
"Twilight skies are my language of satisfaction for my senses. It remains a strong draw to me. The last gasp before night descends. I imagine it as a line of the ghosts of dawn taking their rest for the specters of the evening. There are roads there to travel, spells to chant, wonders to discover."
"Time doesn't travel. It waits. It touches us, the elect that created the idea. Leaving its mark, telling us nothing except the little things. The broad circle of history is a better metric. I wear a grin through the frost of years. Imparting the tales of a hundred nights too warm to fear the flame"
November 12, 2025 at 10:07 PM
"Time doesn't travel. It waits. It touches us, the elect that created the idea. Leaving its mark, telling us nothing except the little things. The broad circle of history is a better metric. I wear a grin through the frost of years. Imparting the tales of a hundred nights too warm to fear the flame"
"See the symmetry in how decay falls in degrees. I've written novels with my eyes in the light of the beauty in imperfections. Every blink is a sentence with each sigh you gift me. I pen a page. Sculpting art out of what you call flaws because I love them. You don't contain the climax behind doubt."
November 11, 2025 at 3:05 PM
"See the symmetry in how decay falls in degrees. I've written novels with my eyes in the light of the beauty in imperfections. Every blink is a sentence with each sigh you gift me. I pen a page. Sculpting art out of what you call flaws because I love them. You don't contain the climax behind doubt."
"Come down from the heavens and cover the ground in your bounty of white. Hail Ullr, Lord of Winter. My heart for blessed Skadi of eternal memory. The morning hush of wet snow before the sun shines to do battle with it. I lounge in the gift of seasons that move and live and grow in the awareness."
November 9, 2025 at 6:04 PM
"Come down from the heavens and cover the ground in your bounty of white. Hail Ullr, Lord of Winter. My heart for blessed Skadi of eternal memory. The morning hush of wet snow before the sun shines to do battle with it. I lounge in the gift of seasons that move and live and grow in the awareness."
"Come sit with me in the cold of morning warmed by the returning sun. Share my breath in the haze that heat and mirage waves can produce. I offer closeness, relief for pain, and salve for sorrow. Hope without a bill that comes due. It is how I'm built, the result of grasping for sensory truths."
November 6, 2025 at 2:42 PM
"Come sit with me in the cold of morning warmed by the returning sun. Share my breath in the haze that heat and mirage waves can produce. I offer closeness, relief for pain, and salve for sorrow. Hope without a bill that comes due. It is how I'm built, the result of grasping for sensory truths."
"Autumn winds blow, and I absorb their touch under a returning sun. Lavish in my Midwest love for all of the seasons. The scent of fallen leaves and the irony of loving the gifts of decay. Stolen kisses in the pumpkin patch with heated love in the dried corn fields. Seeds are eternal."
#emeotry
#emeotry
October 27, 2025 at 7:11 PM
"Autumn winds blow, and I absorb their touch under a returning sun. Lavish in my Midwest love for all of the seasons. The scent of fallen leaves and the irony of loving the gifts of decay. Stolen kisses in the pumpkin patch with heated love in the dried corn fields. Seeds are eternal."
#emeotry
#emeotry
Tis the season 🖤
October 25, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Tis the season 🖤
"A sky of transcendental vision above. My heart full of Whitman and acorns beneath my feet. Join me, loving mine. To make our lives gleam in the eyes of the gods. I'll be apples, and you'll be pears today. Us under the boughs having a taste test to find out which of us is the sweetest meal to savor"
October 24, 2025 at 8:44 PM
"A sky of transcendental vision above. My heart full of Whitman and acorns beneath my feet. Join me, loving mine. To make our lives gleam in the eyes of the gods. I'll be apples, and you'll be pears today. Us under the boughs having a taste test to find out which of us is the sweetest meal to savor"
"Being a creature of the wild woods and wildflower bedecked prairies, I still cherish the insides of buildings. Not for their contents. Not for the scattered tables or shelves or chairs. I'm most focused on ceilings and floors. To my eyes, they represent where you are going and where you have been."
October 20, 2025 at 5:13 PM
"Being a creature of the wild woods and wildflower bedecked prairies, I still cherish the insides of buildings. Not for their contents. Not for the scattered tables or shelves or chairs. I'm most focused on ceilings and floors. To my eyes, they represent where you are going and where you have been."
"Dear one, needy can be many things. You'll see it on film, in poems, scattered in books. Not as raw as you or as open as me. Today, you asked for this. So for us, it is this quiet space and concrete floor. The blossoms on your flesh are well-earned and precious. We go deeper still."
#emoetry
#emoetry
October 17, 2025 at 5:01 PM
"Dear one, needy can be many things. You'll see it on film, in poems, scattered in books. Not as raw as you or as open as me. Today, you asked for this. So for us, it is this quiet space and concrete floor. The blossoms on your flesh are well-earned and precious. We go deeper still."
#emoetry
#emoetry
"What has passed beneath these trees? My aching words and strident heart. The youth envisions the man he will be in the evening. Autumn splendor changes as he learns a poet's penance. Looking at the sky more than his sharp boots. To dare to rise higher than the dirt at his feet. An open path to be."
October 16, 2025 at 8:54 PM
"What has passed beneath these trees? My aching words and strident heart. The youth envisions the man he will be in the evening. Autumn splendor changes as he learns a poet's penance. Looking at the sky more than his sharp boots. To dare to rise higher than the dirt at his feet. An open path to be."
"The crisp chill of a fall morning and gentle rain sets my heart free. To pass the moments with the feel of my own mortality. Loving without care or apology. True to my list of honour. Thankful for the comfort of dust from the road that carries me to my hearth. Have a seat next to my fire and rest."
October 15, 2025 at 1:14 PM
"The crisp chill of a fall morning and gentle rain sets my heart free. To pass the moments with the feel of my own mortality. Loving without care or apology. True to my list of honour. Thankful for the comfort of dust from the road that carries me to my hearth. Have a seat next to my fire and rest."
"Untold years pass with me on this ball of soil and water. I explore the wilds of nature and the space between a kiss and a harvest. What can be born from spirit chemistry in a glance. My efforts won't change the world, I try to help one soul at a time. Be the light when they stumble in the dark."
October 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
"Untold years pass with me on this ball of soil and water. I explore the wilds of nature and the space between a kiss and a harvest. What can be born from spirit chemistry in a glance. My efforts won't change the world, I try to help one soul at a time. Be the light when they stumble in the dark."
"Come dance the masquerade, bring your truth behind the mask. Don't quibble over facades. It isn't a shock to see drama in the performing arts of interactions. The amount of brass I've been sold that claimed to be gold would fill your living space. It makes you value the real hiding in plain view."
October 14, 2025 at 11:26 PM
"Come dance the masquerade, bring your truth behind the mask. Don't quibble over facades. It isn't a shock to see drama in the performing arts of interactions. The amount of brass I've been sold that claimed to be gold would fill your living space. It makes you value the real hiding in plain view."
"I know the thoughts of the ghosts in the fields. My lips form their names in the afternoon quiet, with the wind for company. Phantoms of the land, with the #ash beneath the soil for a legacy. We exchange gossip forming a bridge between astral and earthbound. They don't lie to me. The living do."
October 8, 2025 at 8:57 PM
"I know the thoughts of the ghosts in the fields. My lips form their names in the afternoon quiet, with the wind for company. Phantoms of the land, with the #ash beneath the soil for a legacy. We exchange gossip forming a bridge between astral and earthbound. They don't lie to me. The living do."
"My clash is with myself. Youthful laughter with hidebound eyes and a soul that makes ancient seem a child. Simple wants that sing of a countryside practicality. Oceans of depth decorated with kaleidoscope colours. A man outside the borders of conventional time. The solitary spirit in a lost movie."
October 7, 2025 at 3:44 PM
"My clash is with myself. Youthful laughter with hidebound eyes and a soul that makes ancient seem a child. Simple wants that sing of a countryside practicality. Oceans of depth decorated with kaleidoscope colours. A man outside the borders of conventional time. The solitary spirit in a lost movie."
"The harvest has come with the bounty of autumnal riches. Wights of home and hillside cluster closer to the hearth. A fog rolls in as the temperature lowers in the pumpkin patch. Walk the rows with me of dried out corn husks. Hum a spell of remembering beneath a moon shining pale lingering orange."
October 7, 2025 at 3:29 PM
"The harvest has come with the bounty of autumnal riches. Wights of home and hillside cluster closer to the hearth. A fog rolls in as the temperature lowers in the pumpkin patch. Walk the rows with me of dried out corn husks. Hum a spell of remembering beneath a moon shining pale lingering orange."
"A kiss for me isn't just the pressing of lips. I want your breath to enter my lungs and rattle about with your life. My need is to sleep in your heart on a bed made of our conviction. The scent of you immersed into my skin, more known to me than my own. We join under the sheets like clouds merging"
October 7, 2025 at 1:19 AM
"A kiss for me isn't just the pressing of lips. I want your breath to enter my lungs and rattle about with your life. My need is to sleep in your heart on a bed made of our conviction. The scent of you immersed into my skin, more known to me than my own. We join under the sheets like clouds merging"