just spooky to be here 🦇🧛👻🕸️

dear follower, i almost never have poetry to show you but TODAY I DO!! in BURIAL you will find my recollections of niagara falls NY (nothing about the falls survived the editing process)

one thing i'm with the marxists on is that politics should be about transforming the mode of production and not like, discerning the elect from the reprobate

Women observing Stars, Chou Ota. 1936.

during the sloane murphy talkback last night they asked her what she thought of the new york scene and she was like "honestly we don't really think about you guys in chicago." not in a don draper way, more like a "we're plenty occupied there" way. i like that kind of regionality, it's generative imo

if only this were consistently true jenny

lots to ponder here. illuminates for me why i have been growing frustrated with the limitations of my memoir/review hybrids and desiring to write fiction but also why i get so intimidated so quickly by the task

my people are such adorable dorks

revising my manuscript i realize how much nature is being violent to me in my poems

more than 20 people have subscribed to me on substack since i announced my blog was leaving and i deleted all my essays. strange website

i think a marathon reading the the bell jar would've put me in a bad place but love that for them

I love you. Go make friends

nine fingers baby

this is just a warning buddy. i'm a strong woman. if you have a good rebuttal i WILL change my opinion

i almost died being out of shape biking in prospect park but the leaves were so gorgeous on some trees, the air so perfect, the sun so gentle... so happy to be back in the northeast, sorry california but it was never gonna be u

AT TIMES YOUR UNCONSCIOUSNESS IS TRUER THAN YOUR CONSCIOUS MIND

hotel california blasting from the apartment down the hall, should i evacuate

this is sort of how proust starts

thinking about her

anticipating an uptick in butch mindset for my 2027

ppl are rly over on the Bad Site being like "Rumpesltiltskin did nothing wrong" while here on the Good Site we're demanding accountability while also recognizing the challenging mental health outcomes of childlessness and the stigma against men who take up weaving

it's so easy to be a curmudgeon. it feels safe. but then you miss how beauty and truth find a way of manifesting in unfavorable conditions

brb have to free myself from a prison of my own design

i keep telling people the original dracula from 1930 totally fucks but they don't believe me

karaoke is an activity that helps me to love people

oh word

opening my MFA thesis like john wick digging up his guns

you will survive your emotions

as a kid i tried never to swear, and upon learning this one of my friends in high school said "that's cool, because someday when you do, it will be very powerful"

reading theory again we're so back

Love comes back.

i've had a dreamy monday tbh

i am certain that brownstones taste like gingerbread

i'm like if a dumb blonde was a redhead

(It's useless broken. Nobody's in the pilot's seat. )

saying you're a child of god isn't the flex you think it is

it's easy to be in this bubble and think, "how can ordinary conservatives support this shit," but if you talk to one, you realize they simply don't believe a lot of it is happening

but this IS me looking happy

we should've all gotten on Ello

we are the daughters of the shoegaze musicians you didn't burn

i'm not doomscrolling i'm spreading mirth by liking cute posts

man, it's almost like the history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles

me finally getting a proper dose of estrogen yesterday

i came to regard it as a matter of personal integrity

By Kathleen Jennings

i have obtained valerate. our long national nightmare is over

"I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes... Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue."

look at my sous chef dog this meals never getting done

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜 feel free to share small poems you wrote or ones you love by other poets :) here’s one by Charlie Zacks, from Who Will Find My Body @sandandgravelpress.bsky.social