Random line: hold me like the strange, unplanned beast I am.

I cry, therefore, I am.

BOGO BABY! 🧟‍♀️💄 Get ready to rot this February with a #pinkhorror sale: buy one Baby, get a FREE Credenza! Discount comes off at check out: TheCrowShoppe.com #BookSky

just a poem because I am just a poet:

A poem, because I am a poet

Hinterland is featured on the 2025 horror list! Thank you @emilyhughes.bsky.social Hinterland releases tomorrow!!! thecrowshoppe.com/products/hin...

Crow Lore: Stories new and old by the Crows at Quill & Crow Publishing House. thecrowshoppe.com to pre-order today! #booktok #bookrecs #indiebooktok #shortstory #books #booksky

Friends, enemies, lover(s), and everything in-between: TODAY IS THE DAY. Which day, you ask? One of many, to be certain, but today, there's a lore drop. Specifically, Crow Lore! What is this, you ask? Stories old and new from @quillandcrow.com! thecrowshoppe.com/products/cro... #BookSky

DecisionDeskHQ has already heard enough and projects Mamdani as the winner! (I'm going to keep holding my breath and watch the returns come in.)

A seeming bit of history tonight as Ghazala Hashmi becomes the first Asian American to win statewide office in Virginia - and the first Muslim woman to win statewide office *anywhere* in the United States.

NEW: Abigail Spanberger has been elected Governor of Virginia! YES!

Breaking: Mikie Sherrill (D) wins New Jersey Governor race, defeating her Trump-endorsed opponent. (Source: @decisiondeskhq.bsky.social)

SURPRISE! ✨ The Crows are back with a brand new shiny Gothic treat ✨ CROW LORE features stories from our former anthologies + 2 new tales by our latest admin Crows (looking at you, Logan and Lisa 👀). Flying your way Nov 20th and available now for preorder at TheCrowShoppe.com #BookSky #Anthology

I did an awesome collaboration with some of the other Crows at @quillandcrow.com where we collectively read The Raven! Check it out below or on Q&C's TikTok!

For the crows. 🖤🐦‍⬛ @quillandcrow.com

“Disturbing” “I couldn’t eat after reading it” “Truly horrific” “Crawls beneath your skin” “The cabin scene…” “I’m going to throw up” Hinterland, my debut horror novel, is making people sick to their stomachs. As intended 😏 #book #novel #horror #author

So honored to have two poems in this much-needed @flowersongpress.bsky.social anthology edited by @edwardvidaurre.bsky.social and @poetnotarockstar.bsky.social out August 4th and available for pre-order now! #poetry

Happy Pride Month! 🖤B🏳️‍🌈 Stay🏳️‍🌈🖤

She doesn’t want flowers, she wants a crow in a box

✨BOOK LOVERS✨ We are thrilled to announce subscription book boxes! Want to make sure you never miss a Q&C release? Sign up for our Crow Boxes, and get 2 paperbacks, wax melts, and other themed goodies delivered straight to your door. First box ships June 1st! #BookSky hint: 💕🌸💓💀🔪 thecrowshoppe.com

This user loves feminine rage. This user loves feminine sorrow. This user loves the divine feminine. This user wants to see it in everything. And if your book has it, drop it below. ⬇️

It’s raining today. I hope it rains all day. I hope it rains the whole of May. I love you. I love you. I love you more.

Also my toxic trait is reading/listening to and nodding along with the takes on the “invite me in” thing knowing full and gd well I’m going to torment everyone with it.

Also wanted to say, the success of and general reception of films like Sinners and Nosferatu is truly giving me hope for art and humanity. Vampire movies truly always save us but also and still and always #teamvampire (now, invite me in) 💀🪦🥀

And the poet that writes of love is not just a romantic. The poet that writes of love is a philosopher.

I fucking knew it @almaandthehorde.bsky.social

My kink is making this garlic my b*tch with my new tool.

More rage creations

And oh, to wake, a poet, with a million reasons to kiss the earth without leaving her.

The sun sets over the same horizons, kisses the same earth, embraces the same skin. The poets roll over, laugh, and cry, and love again.

A few miles west, midnight envelops the swollen moon, a toad hops along a lonesome road and is illuminated by the headlights of traveler’s rental as she stops to admire it.

On the other side of the hill, a tide pulls them in from the sea, wraps them in soft white linen, sets them out to dry in the sun.

And on a bed of soft grass somewhere, the lovers interlace their fingers, tangle once more their legs, and birth the stars anew.

Pop stars go to space in fancy rockets for 5 minutes, call it perspective, kiss the dirt when they return. And in their streets, their tombs, the poets roll over, laughing, crying, loving, holding the weight of all the heavens on the tip of their tongue.

I will be here.

I will be here: On this green earth. In this dark soil. I will be here: On this blue sea. Beneath this bright, warm sun. I will be here: Staring up at the moon. Beneath the stars. No need to be on her, them. I will be here: Teeming with life. Decomposing. Blooming anew. Here, love.

Please, please, please. Let me always be, above all else, a poet.

Sunday is for poetic existentialism & chocolate. I don’t make the rules.

And it is the poet in us that knows the world... from its primordium...that speaks us into existence.

Poetry has always been the mother tongue of the world.

Poetry is always somewhere in between evolution and madness.

Apparently (allegedly) the algo can’t handle a little fictional mythology laden scrotum ink by the sea to poetically express the possessive sentiment of “MINE” (giving Goddesses in male fields x The Scarlet Letter) so you should read about it in my book.

My account on insta almost got suspended because the algo (allegedly) apparently can’t handle fictional ramblings about a fly losing its mind while becoming a mad scientist’s (Dr. Frankenstein by Black Widow) perfect monster/man creation so you should read about it in my book.

I think age makes the poet unbearable because everything either becomes poetry or becomes something that is at war with it.

the *horror* of this suggestion from Scrivener

Joga Bonito, a português poem 🖤🌹 PS: You can never take the joy of a Latina that knows herself because our ancestors filled our spirits with the sun, the sea, and the voice of the breeze. Also I just watched the #pelé movie again last night and my heart is filled with orgulho.

My review of Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata www.goodreads.com/review/show/...

fais-le poésie