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Jason McBride's avatar

I love your newsletter, and read each issue, though I rarely comment. But today’s prompt sparked a special memory. Several years ago, I published a collection of about 500 horror haiku. That project was kicked off with this poem about astral projection:

Lost on astral plane

without GPS, how can

I find my way home?

Honeygloom's avatar

🤯Thank you for reading! I always read yours too, but I worry real poets will hate me for messing up haiku 🫣 You don’t even know how happy you just made me🥲

This is the exact reason I’ve never tried to astral project. I’m skeptical but IF it worked, I would definitely get lost. I love it🖤

Jason McBride's avatar

You are very much a real poet! I do think many poets take poetry way too seriously. I love the idea of genre poetry (like horror haiku!) I also have a half finished sci-fi haiku manuscript hanging around that's waiting for me to finish up some other projects.

Honeygloom's avatar

Thank you 😊 I always kind of see poetry as the rebel’s medium.

Sci-fi haiku sounds amazing. I would love to read it!

Jason McBride's avatar

Yes! Poetry is for rebels!

Richbee's avatar

A ley line is disclosed secret of those in the know.

Honeygloom's avatar

Interesting, I’ve heard of those but haven’t ever really looked into them. With my limited understanding I would say that makes sense, without your body something like that would be easier to follow.

erniet's avatar

Astral projection

Frightens me; I'd be tempted

To sever the cord...

Honeygloom's avatar

Ooo, that’s a thought. Gave me the shivers.

erniet's avatar

The temptation of the irrevocable...😬

Honeygloom's avatar

I can’t stop picturing myself floating untethered out into space and I’m having anxiety🫣

erniet's avatar

Welcome to my nightmare...!😬

Richbee's avatar

To be or not to be that is the question…

Honeygloom's avatar

It’s nice to think about ditching the old meat sack now and then… BEing without it.

Richbee's avatar

Double double toil and trouble take on a new meaning to a withes brew . Soul mates zip line to a sabbath dance.

Honeygloom's avatar

Um… I LOVE soul mates zip lining to sabbath! What an awesome image 😍🖤

Richbee's avatar

Witches brew

David Perlmutter's avatar

And thus, the soul can live when the body dies...

Honeygloom's avatar

That’s the question isn’t it? Is the soul tied to consciousness? Is there a soul?

ClownWorld Shakespeare's avatar

Oh, I did a rough count. I think I've hit more than 100! contributions now for this Horror Haiku Club, including ones I didn't post here, but my brain was jogged here.

So thanks to the 'gloom Stack for helping to keep those creative muscles toned...

Honeygloom's avatar

Woooo!!!! Congratulations! And always glad to be of service🫡

ClownWorld Shakespeare's avatar

Astral projection:

You fly Boeing and arrive…

...before the landing

Honeygloom's avatar

Trippy😵‍💫

ClownWorld Shakespeare's avatar

More like bad trippy...

Richbee's avatar

No drugs involved

Richbee's avatar

Like a yo-yo or basket ball you rebound.

Richbee's avatar

Your body knows the way home attached like a kite, snaps back when you least expect it.

Honeygloom's avatar

Hmm… still too chicken 🐓

Samantha Zeller's avatar

This reminds me of the movie Insidious 🫣

Honeygloom's avatar

Oh man that movie 😱

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Honeygloom's avatar

I love the tone of this🖤 It’s almost gentle, but of course, isn’t at its roots.