Poems at the Table @PoemsAtTheTable

Poems in response to episodes/aspects of Friends at the Table - @evie_writer (not associated with FATT; just a fun fan project, a place to share writing) Joined July 2022

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Poems at the Table @PoemsAtTheTable

3 years ago

Maybe you've heard? There's a NEW season of Friends at the Table. Been locked out of this account a few weeks, but we're back, baby. New episodes = new poems

Friends at the Table @Friends_Table

3 years ago

Maybe you've heard? There's a NEW season of Friends at the Table. Been locked out of this account a few weeks, but we're back, baby. New episodes = new poems

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Poems at the Table @PoemsAtTheTable

3 years ago

Ballad of Red Jack What will we not sacrifice For what spores from our skin? Search for safe space to hover above turmoil, stand on secret glass suspended in the sky. We are linked to this place, these people, a promise We’ll grow older & become someone other than our fathers.

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Poems at the Table @PoemsAtTheTable

3 years ago

Love Song of the Boy King For you, no mask, no matter how bejeweled or blessed, How drenched in wine, Oh God, you’re mine, my forge, my gorgeous lover. When I glimpse your face again, I’ll be shot through with starlight.

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3 years ago

The Telluricist at Rest Sit tonight by a warm fire, the eldest wisdom. Put down your weary mysteries if you can. In the morning, you will again meet those who need you rested, ready, resigned, alive. how else might we pass time in the gathering dusk, except by sharpening knives?

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3 years ago

Kite and Crow Less corvus than wind-thrust When he descended on the humble caravan of coin. He balanced, black bird on wire, Descended wreathed in laughter, Feathers caught in a cat’s teeth. What they say about curiosity is true, But you can lose everything from apathy too.

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3 years ago

Rosana Dreams of Dragons A handful of people, dedicated enough, might save the world from fire: tell me the difference between instinct & impulse. I’ll tell you how my hands are not my hands until they’re holding you again.

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3 years ago

Partizan: Ode to a Forlorn Moon Show me a landscape of severed hands. Show me a map of dirt with borders boldened with blood. Show me the sky loud with the sounds of people dying somewhere unfamiliar. I’ll show you a place that we’ve once called home.

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shannon @mellifics

7 years ago

"in the past, we’d convinced ourselves that our technologies were just reflections of those who made them" #friendsatthetable

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3 years ago

Clocks Tell me how rust cannot truly die. Let me learn how to trust even scarred sky. Let us burn unburdened, a candle in the sun. Let us run from here. Take the clocks from the walls, remind ourselves instead there’s still warmth to find, even in the loneliness of space.

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3 years ago

Fourteen, Fifteen Who do we become in becoming who we must to survive until tomorrow? Our bodies remain mutable: chalk in rain. How many weeks have passed since last we’ve held each other’s names in our mouths like secrets?

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3 years ago

Don’t Print a Printer What’s the point of a rule if not to break like a spine of a book stolen from the library of Samothes?

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3 years ago

Sad Robot: Ode to AuDy It is impossible to live without ancient technology, to acknowledge the rigor of staying alive long enough to become a new model: system update, reboot start. Sentience is just another name for the way we learn to forget.