Because the birds sculpted the air with their song — 

I sent that flash across the sea. Candle in a paper lantern,

the flame rose and dipped.

I’ve been hiding from my father.

Fog-damp pall over the city. I ink this bruise onto paper.

Years ago, in Highland Park, we’d picnic in the backyard.

We slept in the living room. I clung to my beautiful mother.

Flipped the pillow and pressed against its coolness.

I held grudges like tiny fists of sand, then, let go.

I kissed the fog and sky and the ocean’s cobalt hue.

You. I hadn’t yet met you.

Murky alphabet — 

I falter the letter, I elide the gaps. If the opalescent dew meant anything,

it meant that one day I’d be lifted above my feelings.

You’d become less than a feeling, the way every lover I’ve known

no longer hurts me. Those old charges detonated.

Here and now, I make room for joy. Birds ribbon the air with their singing.

Bird voices riot up. The planes with their hulking engines — 

they fly too. The jags of each cliff head —  Your lips — I uninterrupt.

I charley horse and miracle ride your absence. The whipped froth of the ocean.

Puddle of salt water, shivering wound. Seaweed, we sing of losses.

Cold under this blanket, I wait for my alarm to sing.

I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. I’m hardened as a hunter ornamenting his cave

with the bones of the dead. I’m so sick of history dragging behind me.

Today, I don’t want to be sad. But my father has retreated into silence and the lashes

across his back have not healed, and my mother tells me he could have killed

himself that night and we’d be blamed. Call the police, she said.

We stood barefoot on the street, listening to him throw things

against the garage walls, detonations of only what we could imagine.

I hurl stones into the ether. I wash my hands in ink.

The lost in the fog body borne of matter, history-less, untethered.

Better to be alive and bewildered. At least I can name the thing.

To love my father is to love his wounds.

In times like these, we present our hurts like old toys we polish up

to show each other who we used to be.

Hi all,

So moving over from the barren wastes we've left behind us, I've grabbed both a Kbin account and Lemmy on a couple of instances.

Are Kbin and Lemmy totally separate things? Given the ReddThat is a Lemmy instance(?) but doesn't contain Lemmy in the title - it's difficult for me to understand at a glance which of these disperate systems on the feddeverse can or can't talk to once another...!

Any attempts at an ELI5 would be tremendously appreciated!

So I'm new here - I wondered if there's a way to "block" entire other federations?

E.g. I've seen complaints about "exploding head" being a wellspring for undesirable content, so turning that off individually gives users control over their experience without giving a power of censorship to the admin of this instance.

Also there are servers out there where English is not the default language - which is of no interest to monolingual me. I'd rather turn off content from that server entirely rather than just playing whack a mole with every new community that gets federated(?) Across.

TIA! 🙂