unfurrow your brows right now

Now she knows what she wants: she wants to stand still in the sea. So she does

My body count? 50 paragraphs, 10 of which are readable

Respectfully

“And he drags himself to the cafés all day long, drags the weariness consuming his beauty.” – C.P. Cavafy, “A Young Poet in His Twenty-Fourth Year”, translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard.

One of my favorite small poems from ANMLY :: Anomaly :: Anomalous Press by the illustrious Dr. Bitch for #smallpoemsunday @tomsnar

the quiet shadows of autumn sundays

no one is you

to get through the pain of getting my back tattoo touched up today i thought of my best friend 🖤 if she can get through these things so can i!

for halloween i will be okay

submitted a prose poem to the pothole nearest my apartment

happy birthday Sylvia Plath 🎈

A poem by Seamus Heaney, which he wrote while recovering from a stroke.

Just received my proofs and they removed my Oxford commas

I hope this reaches you.

Forget AI, write your essays while having a panic attack 45 minutes before deadline, as God intended

i prop my phone against sylvia plath’s collected journals so i can take a nude