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Havenât written poetry in a long time. Hoping to fix that soon
otherwise known as "Why I Don't Want my Little Brother Online Anymore"
new article on my substack. feel free to read it
Old Man Eating Alone at a Chinese Restaurant by Billy Collins
Kaveh Akbar, from Calling A Wolf A Wolf: Poems; âUnburnable the cold is flooding our livesâ
Debbie Millman: The Saddest Poem I Have Ever Written
CHRISTâS BIRTH ANNOUNCED TO MARY (MY BECOMING ANNOUNCED TO ME) by W.J. Delacour
CHRISTâS BIRTH ANNOUNCED TO MARY (MY BECOMING ANNOUNCED TO ME) by W.J. Delacour
jesse ball, from âhow to set a fire and whyâ
i canât remember the name of my favorite poem but it has this quote in it thatâs like âif you pretend to love enough people you will never go hungryâ and its about where this person was when Elliott smith died and at the end of it he opens up a fortune cookie and it says something bad and he doesnât tell anyone about it for a whole year
âOde to Elliot Smith, Ending in the First Snow Snowfall of 2003â The Crown Ainât Worth Much by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib
i love when you hear a song and you're like âoh id absolutely stumble through the snow bleeding from a knife stuck in my gut to thisâ
Thoughts on how love nourishes us
I wrote this at five am this morning, it's about food as a love language and my relationship to it.
"The Deer in the Thicket" by Frank Huyler - Poetry Magazine, July 1998
Meditations in an Emergency - Cameron Awkward-Rich
god calls me on the payphone, tells me there aren't enough magnolia trees in the garden. asks me a question. i spend my whole life answering it.
Trista Mateer, "So That's About It", from Honeybee
A Sheep Dog Locked in Photograph, Hershman John
[ID: Broken prayer sticks under my dreams / And my worn mattress.]
hereâs your reminder to let yourself create. not create âwellâ, just create. draw badly. write shitty poems. sing stupid songs. make whatever you want & have a great time doing it. thatâs what creation is for. itâs self expression, not perfection