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anne sexton, the truth the dead know

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"To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crown'd", John Keats

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& jesus does he wag his tail.

roxane gay, hunger // david lynch, "the angriest dog in the world" // walton ford, gleipnir // silas melvin, "let dead dogs lie" // anna haifisch // heather havrilesky, ask polly // mannequin pussy, "i got heaven" // josh corson, "the addict as a dog walker" // margaret atwood, "speeches for dr frankenstein" // mitski, "cop car" // ada limón, "the leash" // emily wilson, the odyssey // andrew kane, "how to be a dog" // ada limón, "roadside attractions with the dogs of america" // yusuf komunyakaa, the thorn merchant

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"Let Dead Dogs Lie", from Grit by Silas Melvin

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from blossoms, li-young lee

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the number of hours we have together is actually not so large...

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"I had a dove and the sweet dove died", John Keats (1819)

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Ibaraki pref., Japan by inoc

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I was made to love you, and yet,

Inspired by this observation by a friend:

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You ever feel like you want to write something, but you don’t know how to start and it feels high-stakes in your head because you want it to be good but you don’t have the energy to put out something polished and pretty and so you do nothing and have nothing to show for the idea (vague, undeveloped, terra incognita as it is) you have in your head…? And it feels not-so-good having done nothing???

New entry on the Nosebleed Club Substack is up!

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day three—is anyone listening?

a poem about loneliness, and feeling like a bad friend

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poem originally posted for @nosebleedclub april prompt 10: saint. transcript:

a seed fed on silent hate, on avoidance posing as asceticism,

pure and faultless and glowing with sainthood like a pearl. 

cover up the dirt with oil slick abalone. picture perfect glossy

shining like tears and sour-sweat fear—no longer! hard nacre 

makes a shield of rage and shame, pious pain 

a spectacle of privation.

this lonely shell. this hard smooth armor, blushed pink as a smile.

come pull me out, hold me close. don’t crush me.

beatification: on sore losses.

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beatification: on sore losses.

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good morning catullus 51 using cassius’ lines from julius caesar . inspired by @/twelfthnightgf and @/plasmapop and if anyone has done this before tell me PLEASE 😭

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You are not damaged. You are not socially handicapped. You are young and you are learning how to live. Write that down. I AM VERY YOUNG AND I AM LEARNING HOW TO LIVE. Tape it to the wall by your bed and read it every morning. You are very, very young. You are learning how to live.

Ask Polly: Help, I’m The Loneliest Person In The World!

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posted for @nosebleedclub april prompt 10: saint. transcript:

a seed fed on silent hate, on avoidance posing as asceticism,

pure and faultless and glowing with sainthood like a pearl. 

cover up the dirt with oil slick abalone. picture perfect glossy

shining like tears and sour-sweat fear—no longer! hard nacre 

makes a shield of rage and shame, pious pain 

a spectacle of privation.

this lonely shell. this hard smooth armor, blushed pink as a smile.

come pull me out, hold me close. don’t crush me.

beatification—a poem about shifting blame.