you can come in your light body

or skeleton or be invisible i don't care. know you have a long way to travel. know i don't even know if it's long at all.

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there is only sweat and flesh and a body to be lived in, and by god

i will live.

jude francis - he/him - poet & hopeless romantic

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all original posts can be found under #from the table, and original poems are under #offerings

i am trans and physically disabled and i write about these things often, if you're gonna be rude or weird about it, you will be blocked

url, title and description are all from 'miss you. would like to grab that chilled tofu we love.' by gabrielle calvocoressi

you can find me on ig as judefrancispoetry

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views from the par coastal path

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Elegy to the time it takes to realize the futility of elegies by Bob Hicok

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spent a lot of time looking at the sky this week

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Scientific Method

by James Tadd Adcox

Picture the ocean. No. Picture the entire thing, all at once. You are not doing it. It’s okay. One day something terrible will happen, and I will not be prepared.

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kingsway old cemetery, suffolk

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july in appalachia by keaton st. james

(patreon)

Keep reading

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july in appalachia ma says there’s an angel in the creek out behind old mr. henry’s shack. she saw it when she was seven years old, playing by herself while her pa helped mr. henry with his hay bales: sliced her bare foot open on a jagged rock, and the angel swam towards the blood in the water. ma looked right into the angel’s six blind eyes and asked him, “how come you’re down here, sleepin’ in the mud, when you could be up in heaven, plantin’ sunflowers for god?” his wings were like a dragonfly’s, transparent and glimmerin’, and his halo was a ring of algae. the angel grinned, three rows of sharp teeth, and said, “girlie, god has plans for the bluegills too.”

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in progress - "sing convalescent" a tune for surgery recovery

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"Lucky Me!", poem from 18th March 2026

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"Thirty Ways to Ruin It Forever", poem from 16th March 2026 - about the end of a friendship

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the view from my favorite reading spot at the seafront

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graffiti at the seafront

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kingsway old cemetery, suffolk

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Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “Every Day but Sunday,” in The New Economy

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[Text:

The Sweetest Little Song

By Leonard Cohen

You go your way

I'll go your way too]

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thrilling conclusion - robert wood lynn

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boston by Aaron Smith