#Zachary Schomburg

[apocryphics]

[girlfictions]

Zachary Schomburg, from Fjords Vol.II

[salemoleander]

Go read Fjords I by Zachary Schomburg and maybe you'll... well I'm not sure what you'll do but it definitely won't be calm down.

[theinsatiables]

There are trees and they are on fire. There are hummingbirds and they are on fire. There are graves and they are on fire and the things coming out of the graves are on fire. The house you grew up in is on fire. There is a gigantic trebuchet on fire on the edge of a crater and the crater is on fire. There is a complex system of tunnels deep underneath the surface with only one entrance and one exit and the entire system is filled with fire. There is a wooden cage we’re trapped in, too large to see, and it is on fire. There are jaguars on fire. Wolves. Spiders. Wolf-spiders on fire. If there were people. If our fathers were alive. If we had a daughter. Fire to the edges. Fire in the river beds. Fire between the mattresses of the bed you were born in. Fire in your mother’s belly. There is a little boy wearing a fire shirt holding a baby lamb. There is a little girl in a fire skirt asking if she can ride the baby lamb like a horse. There is you on top of me with thighs of fire while a hot red fog hovers in your hair. There is me on top of you wearing a fire shirt and then pulling the fire shirt over my head and tossing it like a fireball through the fog at a new kind of dinosaur. There are meteorites disintegrating in the atmosphere just a few thousand feet above us and tiny fireballs are falling down around us, pooling around us, forming a kind of fire lake which then forms a kind of fire cloud. There is this feeling I get when I am with you. There is our future house burning like a star on the hill. There is our dark flickering shadow. There is my hand on fire in your hand on fire, my body on fire above your body on fire, our tongues made of ash. We are rocks on a distant and uninhabitable planet. We have our whole life ahead of us.

-Zachary Schomburg, "The Fire Cycle"

[neonpajamas]

all four blurbs from my book, alongside raining houses & flying whales

🐋 https://neonpajamas.com/eyes

[spiritunwilling]

genre of poetry where bad things happen to squirrels

[polkadotmotmot]

Zachary Schomburg - Bundt Cake, 2024 - House paint and acrylic on canvas

[rhaemartell]

PART II, THE WIGHT | PART I

a storm of swords / china miéville, the scar / zachary schomburg, i found a beating heart half buried in the woods / a feast for crows / euripides tr. by anne carson / tv tropes: came back wrong / a dance with dragons

Happy Harlaween @90sbatman ☺️

[fuchsiaswingsong]

THE WORLD

It is black. It is a giant cage. It is the inside of the skull of a moth let go above the open sea.

Zachary Schomburg

[honeyblockm]

Trick or treat ^w^

Happy Halloween will!!! Hands u this

[rustbeltjessie]

Zachary Schomburg, “If Great Lakes” (from The Man Suit)

[Text ID under cut]

If Great Lakes

I would become, say, Lake Michigan, and she, Ontario. Huron was scoffed at. Any lake but Huron, she said. As we threw it around a bit, I changed my answer. Lake Michigan was clearly the wrong choice for me. It’s a bit too urban, I said, perhaps too likely a choice.

A little later she described our dialogue about Great Lakes as futile and a bit nauseating. She became upset, knowing we’d probably never become Great Lakes. She was right, but weeks later I did become a forest somewhere near Saginaw and she became a lovely washer-dyer combination.

[spicebusch]

The Fire Cycle by Zachary Schomburg, from Scary, No Scary (2009)

[salemoleander]

solving counting sheep webweave

MCYTblr AU Fest Summer 2023 // sources under readmore

Created as a treat for the absolutely stunning fic by @theminecraftbee!

What is a webweave? Previous art: Third Life | Void Falling | Attempt 33 | Martyn | Limited Life | Nightingale Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | singing songs to the secrets behind my eye | A Hundred Things We Had Not Dreamed Of

Pt. 1: The Specialist’s Hat, Stranger Things Happen p.63  / Kelly Link ◆ Requiem Angel / Daniele Valeriani via @satanasaeternus ◆ Maschera Venetian Joker Mask / Atelier Marega Mask ◆ Macbeth 1.5.57-61 / Shakespeare ◆ Watch / Carol Milne ◆ Excerpt from Salt Is For Curing / Sonia Vatomsky via @geryone ◆ Carved Damascus Steel Bird Knife / Robert Mayo ◆ Excerpt from STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE, Calling a Wolf a Wolf / Kaveh Akbar ◆ off to finish it at the source / @catcrumb ◆ Excerpt from The War of Vaslav Nijinsky / Frank Bidart ◆ Having a cat is great tweet / @premeesaurus ◆ Secrete / Kate MccGwire via @snailspng

Pt. 2: I am asking you to endure it. / @intactics (Deactivated 12.31.21) ◆ Hi! You have great eyes / @illness (Deactivated 3.25.18) ◆ Taste for Independence Cat / @alisonzai ◆ Support Mental Health pin / @snailspng ◆ A Barn at Kronetorp, Skåne / Gustaf Rydberg ◆ Living: There is a period when it is clear... / Jenny Holzer via @funeral ◆ Neighborhood Plague, Fjords I / Zachary Schomburg ◆ Ugly, Bitter, and True / Suzanne Rivecca ◆ It just keeps happening / @mothcub ◆ Shepherd with Flock of Sheep / Anton Mauve ◆ No Longer Evil cat / @b0nkcreat ◆ Excerpt from All Our Futures / Jody Chan via @geryone ◆ Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stitch / Carol Milne via @knithacker ◆ Deep Dark Fear (9.29.2013) / Fran Krause @deep-dark-fears

Pt. 3: Read more pop-up / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ Combination of Painter Javier Palacios and Enoch 18:14 /  @mountainqoats ◆ Wandering Albatross ◆ Diomedes ◆ Forgive dead players: OFF / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ Inktober52 Angel / @lastmousequeen-blog ◆ The Heavenly Host / Violet Oakley ◆ Excerpt from No Rush / Todd Dillard ◆ I will not go gentle magnets / @carpethedamndiem ◆ Excerpt from cain / José Saramago via @ilumark (Deactivated 2.5.22) ◆ Excerpt from Salt Is For Curing / Sonya Vatomsky via @geryone ◆ Purple / @ungfio via @sosuperawesome ◆ Excerpt from Lessons on Expulsion / Erika Sánchez via @geryone ◆ The Practical Companion to the Work-Table, Containing Directions for Knitting, Netting, & Crochet Work / Elizabeth Jackson via @knittinghistory

Pt. 4: Excerpt from A Ghost is a Memory / GennaRose Nethercott via @tolerateit ◆ What’s done is done / @thatsbelievable ◆ Excerpt from Ante body / Marwa Helal via @geryone ◆ Minor Resurrections / Elisa Gonzalez ◆ Mirror ◆ Coming back / @ungfio ◆ Candlestick ◆ Flame

[mortalpractice]

Your Pain Is Not Enough

My dad and I were playing softball in the park when a family wearing long black robes showed up. They stood on the first baseline. “Hey, can we play ball?” they said. Their voice sounded like an old organ. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s just me and my dad.” “It’s ok,” they said. “We get it.” My dad lobbed the ball to me from the mound. I could tell he wanted to just keep things moving. The family in long black robes felt heavy, even at that distance, like a thousand tons of sorrow. Their sorrow dimmed the sun. My dad’s pitch was perfect, right down the middle, but I just didn’t have the hear to swing at it. “Why didn’t you swing?” said the family. “It was right down the middle.” They were right. I had no excuses. I lost a light, all feeling, maybe forever. How else to say this? Dad? I had no blood. I had no blood. My blood bled, but I did not bleed blood.

— Zacahry Schomburg, published in Sixth Finch

[neonpajamas]

a recent poem of mine from the 10th anniversary print issue of Phantom Drift

[sunrisetune]

Been on a ‘link everything to everything else’ poetry kick lately! So, naturally: I found this poem here (link) that is 100% unrelated to the Mountain Goats but is also totally about the Alpha Couple, spiritually speaking. (It’s formatted all in one chunk. Sorry about that.) ~

“The Fire Cycle” by Zachary Schomburg

There are trees and they are on fire. There are hummingbirds and they are on fire. There are graves and they are on fire and the things coming out of the graves are on fire. The house you grew up in is on fire. There is a gigantic trebuchet on fire on the edge of a crater and the crater is on fire. There is a complex system of tunnels deep underneath the surface with only one entrance and one exit and the entire system is filled with fire. There is a wooden cage we’re trapped in, too large to see, and it is on fire. There are jaguars on fire. Wolves. Spiders. Wolf-spiders on fire. If there were people. If our fathers were alive. If we had a daughter. Fire to the edges. Fire in the river beds. Fire between the mattresses of the bed you were born in. Fire in your mother’s belly. There is a little boy wearing a fire shirt holding a baby lamb. There is a little girl in a fire skirt asking if she can ride the baby lamb like a horse. There is you on top of me with thighs of fire while a hot red fog hovers in your hair. There is me on top of you wearing a fire shirt and then pulling the fire shirt over my head and tossing it like a fireball through the fog at a new kind of dinosaur. There are meteorites disintegrating in the atmosphere just a few thousand feet above us and tiny fireballs are falling down around us, pooling around us, forming a kind of fire lake which then forms a kind of fire cloud. There is this feeling I get when I am with you. There is our future house burning like a star on the hill. There is our dark flickering shadow. There is my hand on fire in your hand on fire, my body on fire above your body on fire, our tongues made of ash. We are rocks on a distant and uninhabitable planet. We have our whole life ahead of us.