Donyae Coles

@okokno.bsky.social

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I'm a writer, artist. A brain inside of a pile of blankets. Also check out my book, Midnight Rooms! Find me in these places: https://linktr.ee/okokno

Acrylic painting of a fish head that is sort of grayish with a yellow background painted on a lined piece of notebook paper.
Screenshot of library hold for Lote
A graphic with "a chilling, intoxicating historical horror tale set during a hot venetian summer..." -library journal. Against a black background. Underneath is a color pencil piece of art of a Black woman laying in pink flowers. Her eyes are closed. It looks like a funeral .
Stack of three paperback books with gold text. Hours rising, galaxy in flames, and false gods.
The moon through some trees. It is very big and very low.
A sheet done in charcoal on a white backing. It looks like a strange mountain landscape.
A page of a book. In bold tests it says I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Google. Under that it says Los Angeles 2026. Under that is the text of the story beginning. The book is Gothic high-tech by Bruce Sterling.
A black and white cat sitting on the corner of a desk.
Screenshot of a Duolingo streak notice. Screenshot features a small yellow flame. The number 666 Day Street a week countdown and a button that says I can do it.
A small square cake with sliced strawberries on top.
A close up of a hand covered in pastels.
A black cat sleeping curled up on a bed covered by a pastel comforter.
Poster for 1981 film Possession. Features a pale blue statue with twisting tentacles hair.
the cover for the book Goodbye Johnny Thunders by Tania Kindersley. It is puke green with two black and white photos, on featuring a cafe the other the closeup of a girls eyes. There's a white coffee cup on it as well.
A painting of a cloud done in oil pastels. The main cloud is shades of orange and it's surrounded by purple and blue clouds.
Detail shot of a pencil work in progress. Image shows a pair of praying hands with a monster with an exposed muscle body.
Close up crop of a the graphite underpainting of a work in progress. A man's lower body. Mostly his shoes and legs. He's kneeling, his pants are down. His butt is exposed and on the edge of the image is what appears to be a hint of a penis.
A hard copper copy of brand new cherry flavor by Todd grimson and a paperback copy of stainless also by Todd grimson.
Cover of Feral Architecture: Ballardian Horrors Edited by Sam Richard. It is a light blue and black image of a decaying factory.
a book cover featuring a door in the center of a stone wall. The door has a red fish above the entrance. Beyond the first threshold is another door that is opening into the shadows. The text reads Maze Solve the world Most challenging puzzle by Christopher Manson.
a pencil sketch of an eye on a white sheet a black pencil laying on top. A white keyboard on the edge of the frame.
Images of steel from severance featuring the female employee whose name I can't remember. Overlay the image is a tweet said that says accidentally became important at work in this ruining my life.
watercolor of a lit candle with a goat eye for the flame. Background is blue. The candle is on a yellow table.
Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And eat men like air.
Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun By William Shakespeare My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Dreams LANGSTON HUGHES Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
CONSIDER THIS If you were my student I'd ask you to consider just one more possibility. what if all of our anger and fear is unwarranted? What if world events are unfolding in perfect order to deliver us to a distant joy we can't conceive of at this time? Please consider that the next ending will be the happy one.
Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea