Jesus H Christ this is fascinatingly awful

honestly, ctrl+f with boolean operators when????

new one today from @annacarlakahn.bsky.social missing someone is like its own sense

I've got a story in the delightful Night Shades!

I have been doing this and as a result I have written every day so far this year, sometimes 200 words and often many more. The experience and the people have both been lovely.

I'm torn between thinking that it is important to talk about Renee Nicole Good's poetry because she was a whole person and her poetry was part of her, and thinking that you should not have to be a prize winning poet for your murder by government agents to be an outrage.

if you are talking today about how bad maduro was and were alive, at all, during the run-up to the iraq war you are potentially the dumbest person to ever live

other people are sharing beautiful/hopeful/fiery poems for the new year but I'm afraid I'm here in the corner with my Vasko Popa like the little Vasko Popa gremlin that I am I like to think that Vasko Popa would approve

one of my most effective twitter moments was when I whined about how all poetry presses make their books ever so slightly taller than the height of a normal fucking bookshelf, and a poetry press saw it and made their books shorter

My favourite new year James Tate poem: The Immortals None of us have felt good this year: pus around the eyes, sores that come and go with no explanation. But we still believe we will come through it! I signal this news by lifting a little finger.

I feel like there are a lot of cooler answers I could give that are less honest but if I am being completely true to the depths of my soul it's this one www.youtube.com/watch?v=28ox...

the other week at work I told a whole-team call that Culinary Class Wars feels like someone redesigned Masterchef: The Professionals while on uppers, and while I wish I had more of a brain to mouth filter I wasn't exactly WRONG

in preparation for The Feasting I have gone from only really having the vaguest possible understanding of what a nut roast *was* to having now made a nut roast, but I won't find out until tomorrow if it's any good, please cross your fingers for me

dipping back in here after several years of no twitter really is an exercise in 'who out of a fairly arbitrary subset of people I used to be ambiently aware of has got their autism diagnosis in the last several years and who has just got a haircut instead*', huh (*said with love)

went to a house party with the neighbours last night and ended up agreeing to both give a makeup tutorial to whoever wants it and to do the butchery for the big summer barbecue. this feels like I am in the middle of the true gender binary.

made this account to say that the other day on the tram four lads were passionately arguing about whether to @ their absent friend in the insta story they were curating about about their day, and if y how to make him feel missed rather than like he was missing out, and I'm still thinking about them