Every time Mr. Rogers or Daniel Tiger say, “It’s you I like,” I pretty much melt.
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Every time Mr. Rogers or Daniel Tiger say, “It’s you I like,” I pretty much melt.
Well, my 4-year-old told me I was squishy this morning, so it’s probably time to stop putting off working out.
Had a dream that Sam Reich invited me to join DropOut, which is hilarious, because I am not very funny.
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It has been an absolute honor to be included in @ballastjournal.bsky.social! Thanks for believing in this weirdo cryptid poem!
Quality of AI generative content aside, I am just SO thoroughly uninterested in things that are not made by people. All my favorite media is the stuff where you can tell that a person made specific decisions while making it. I want to feel a different person's personality present in it
I have a four-year-old boy so we watch a lot of Cars, and I can safely say the best part of Cars 2 was casting Bruce Campbell as a spy.
Friday Links is UP! Featuring @iancwilliamspoet.bsky.social @barryp.bsky.social @moistpoetryjournal.bsky.social and MORE!
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Cover of Church Ladies by Renee Emerson. "Book Review, Megan McDermott" "Psaltery & Lyre"
"Church Ladies by Renee Emerson digs itself out of the dirt of church history by uplifting the varied women in that history..." "Book Review, Megan McDermott"
"Church Ladies by Renee Emerson digs itself out of the dirt of church history by uplifting the varied women in that history..."
@megmcdermott92.bsky.social's book review of "Church Ladies" by Renee Emerson
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"But the problem of picking between necessary evils/is that we’re always wrist deep in the oleaginous slick of evil."
Grateful to have a poem, "Make Sure to Smile and Greet Students as You Guide Them Through the Weapons Detection Checkpoint" in the new Superstition Review!
A overflowing handful of morel mushrooms of decent so. 6 mushrooms are visible.
Behold! (And in my own backyard)
My debut collection of poems is available now wherever books are sold!
My debut full-length collection of poetry, EVERY WRECKAGE, has a cover! It releases next month from
Fernwood Press and will be available from Fernwood, Amazon, and other places! It has been a dream to see this book take shape, and I’m excited to share it with you!
there is no ethical use at all for ai “art”
I read through and proofed my forthcoming poetry collection - Every Wreckage - which I hadn’t read completely since submitting the final draft, and I kept coming back pleasantly surprised with the decisions I made in writing it. I’m really excited to share this with everyone!
My poem, "I'm Not Saying Your Garden Is Full of Snakes, But I'm Also Not Saying It Isn't," was published in Gastropoda! If you're into gardening conceits, plants, and complicated relationships, then maybe this is for you!
I love this platform but for me it has the lowest (almost zero) interaction with my content. I feel like I'm yelling into a dark hole. But I sure am happy to read and interact with what y'all are posting.
I'm going to need y'all to stop calling background information of any given thing "lore."
Issue 6, the Winter 2023 issue, is almost done and slated for a mid-December release in time for holiday reading! Stay tuned!
I want to write about the emo millennial teenager to professional poet pipeline, and I'm going to need more of you emo kids to out your MySpace-coding, MyChem listening former selves.
Why is it that boxed pasta instructions always call for way more water than necessary to boil noodles?
This, and also, bring an appetizer or a side or any number of other things. Let us, as friends and as community, share the joy of taking care of each other.
Fight the good fight
The culture doesn’t care. The bell must ring! It must riiiiing!
I guess it’s time for The Polar Express to guilt me into believing in Santa again.
Why do I bother writing poems when one seven-minute episode of Bluey can cause more emotional devastation than I could ever hope to achieve?
I’ve set an alarm, so here’s hoping that helps!
She knows.
Just realized I accidentally dressed up as Ned Flanders for Halloween. Whelp.
