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...

Crawling out from under a rock to show off pretty buttons and my pretty sweater

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

Mermaids are immigrants too.

That’s my mayor!!!!!!! 😭🖤🗽

Holy hell, I can’t breathe! Let’s fkn gooooo!

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.)

Waiting on Mamdani results like my life depends on it. 😭

Happy Mfkn Election Day!!! Aaahhh!!!!!

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

brunch an over-toasted bread, browned crisp at the edges, spread thick with butter and strawberry jam a coffee, piping hot, black, a drip of honey a book in hand, reads like the poet’s lived a thousand lives #poetry

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

Our Lord, the Flayed one told me to say: sleep tight, don’t let the bed worms bite. We’re coming for your skin in the morn. Night, night. 🖤🪱

Some days, she is a maelstrom. (all chaos and aging disgracefully) She crushes your skull, ripe as a watermelon, between her thighs, forces its eyes out of the holes in streams, like froth, like whipping cream.

Some days, she is the cradle. (all lullaby and sainted grave, sepulcher) She rocks you in her voluptuous breasts and smothers you into submission, salt, sea, and sweat dripping from the corners of your eyes. #poetry

“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

Just saw an ad that said, when recession hits and the markets shrink, smart businesses don’t shrink, they automate — promotion for a-eye — disgusting. Anyway, good morning humans and this poet loves you.

Happy Pride Month! 🖤B🏳️‍🌈 Stay🏳️‍🌈🖤

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

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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. ⬇️

I am a poet, like my mother before me. Happy Mother’s Day. 🖤

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.