Tethered Sky
Poet | current manuscript: Mélusine 🐍 | she/her
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- The unbroken prairie & the vastness of its cloud formations feel psychoactive to me
- I live in a house on the edge of the ocean
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- My house hunting search criteria is to find little house on the edge of something Anything, really Most affordable edge out there seems to be the edge of civic civilization Where roads pipes sewers power lines simultaneously dead end into prairie
- Reposted by Tethered SkyShe’s actually a little shep, also black, also ungrateful.
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- Reposted by Tethered Skyいつになく心やすませ山霞む Unusual as it may be slow your heart mountain mist *mist / mountain mist is a spring #kigo #haiku #俳句
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- Reposted by Tethered SkyMy thanks to P.L. Henderson for discussing the brilliant @womensartbluesky.bsky.social project with me to celebrate Women’s History Month 🤩👇👀 www.ocasa.org.uk/post/women-s...
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- Last night’s dream-house was nothing but roofs
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- Reposted by Tethered Sky引くことは逃げではないと鳥帰る Say, withdrawing is not escaping when birds return *birds return is a spring #kigo #haiku #俳句
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- Every now and then I remember something about the obscured text, as with this one about a copse of weeping willow trees.
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- Reposted by Tethered SkyElectric Blossom Textile artist Louise Gardiner (embroidery, paint, appliqué)
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- This is the first of this series of poems that I’ve made in years. The source was To The Lighthouse.
- I call these poems #swipes because of the gesture used to make them
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- One dream I had for these poems was to turn them into comics. This one struck me as an easy place to start as it shows Persephone trying on her new Goddess powers.
- Reposted by Tethered Sky水星も逆行するとは花の夢 If Mercury is to retrograde dream of flowers 🪷dream of flowers is a spring #kigo #haiku #俳句
- Reposted by Tethered SkySt Gertrude of Nivelles, patron Saint of cats, gardeners, and the mentally ill. Overlooked because of the coincidence that her feast day coincides with Saint Patrick's day. #StGertrude #SaintGertrude
- Reposted by Tethered SkyI finally took a proper photo of my summer-themed mitosis sampler (2024). I’m writing a pattern for this one in four season colourways so watch for that in a few months! #SciArt #embroidery #MedSky 🧶🧪🐡
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- from Persephone, book of the fall
- from Persephone, book of the fall
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- This is a page from the first extended poetry project I ever made. There are four books within the whole—one for each season. Each book tells the story of Persephone either in or out of hell, depending. I have hundreds of these cards, though I don’t remember ever dreaming up a title.
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- Reposted by Tethered SkyBenjamín Palencia, Frozen Smoke, 1930, Oil and sand on canvas
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- Reposted by Tethered SkyPlease go check out the debut of my new poetry mag! It’s really really good I pinkie promise!
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- Reposted by Tethered SkyThat orbèd maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon Percy Bysshe Shelley
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- It just now occurred to me after years & years of writing poetry there is almost always someone in my poems who is unable to speak (yet this character is usually in constant communication with an speaking other) Sometimes it’s the poet sometimes it’s the house sometimes it’s the goat & so on
- More V. W. To the Lighthouse erasures in yet another style, but the on going story of the woman & the house remains
- The last one is out of order
- It is such an odd tale to find in a novel. It’s a deeply fraught love story between a woman and a house—both forever deteriorating & rebuilding—forever separating & returning. I continue with it mostly because I want to know what will happen.
- Also from V. W. To the Lighthouse I think I like the blackout ones better Not completely sure
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- This is a Virginia Woolf To the Lighthouse erasure project I started two years ago & am still returning to on a semi-regular basis. Every time I pick it up, it feels as if my brain gets an energy reset. Also, it keeps houses in the foreground of my mind.
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- I have met my #match You are sulphuric You are liable to ignite on a warm afternoon I am a box I am phosphorus my clothes are phosphorus My breath is clouds The clouds are phosphorus I breathe I breathe I give myself away in the dark #blueskyrelay
- I looked up match in the dictionary a found a story about how the people who made the phosphorus strike boxes would glow in the dark
