Nice poem @rustandmoth.bsky.social published last year.
This is exactly what my oldest son used to do, list of people who loved him. It’s a nice practice for everyone, really
i think to be a writer you have to be stubborn, defiant, and at least a bit delusional. i mean, you have to believe—and keep believing—that you have something worth putting on the page. even just for yourself.
"Mirror" 🪞 an *incredible* mirror poem by Rita Dove
Darcey Steinke considers chronic pain, loneliness, and the 100th anniversary of Virgina Woolf’s “On Being Ill.”
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I was lying in my attic bedroom reading a book, when my husband came up to speak with me. I wriggled over to make room for him and heard a muffled sound like a wet branch snapping. As I stood up, a…
