I do not understand how anyone likes season 4 of the Witcher. What a hot mess. What a boring, horrible dialogue, hot mess.

You need this.

Wordle just told me there was only one possible solution left when there were definitively two possibilities. I know because I tried both. Yes I read the analysis. I’m that guy.

I can’t figure out why I sat around watching Gilmore Girls all week, but…I HAD THIS SHIRT!

I need a while extra drawer just for my lounge pants. This is the height of decadence.

Starting the week like this thanks to one naughty dog:

You do realize that your personal relationship with Jesus Christ is really just a relationship with yourself, right? Call it what you want. I’ve named my brain Beatrice and we have great talks.

Hitcheford.

Halloween highlights: I made a little candy altar guarded by Raven and her shadow. A sweet little ninja hugged me. Weapons was not scary, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

Amazon is helping fund a $300 million build of a ballroom for the White House. Independent bookstores are donating to food banks and organizations that help with food insecurity. They are not the same.

I’m doing a reading today right before our town’s No Kings. There will either be crickets or a big crowd. Either way, I’m good if everyone has their eyes trained on the protest. Even if one of my poems wishes scabs on the scrotum of the oppressor. 🤍

Pub day!!

Happy pub day to Lex Orgera! -Agatha- This is not just a book about the body but a profound exploration of what it means to inhabit one.

Well that’s that.

Over on IG I posted this with the Halloween theme song, which was one of my better ideas today. Another of Agatha’s cute quips from my upcoming book AGATHA.

Monday doodle.

This is from the poem “Agatha at Dawn” in AGATHA. The poem begins, “& then we’re trying / on the molecules / of sainthood, delivering / ourselves to the gods / of caffeine.” AGATHA is officially out in the world Oct 13 from @jacklegpress.bsky.social

Homecoming.

My weird little Agatha made it onto a list :) Thanks to all.

A plant I didn’t know. Carolina horsenettle. In the nightshade family. Thorny! Those lovely flowers!

I’ve never been much of a letter reader, but these Darwin letters are strangely delightful to me. I’m just at the beginning. He’s still 17 or 18 and doesn’t yet know what he wants to do with his life.

In one of my best procrastination moments yet, I’m looking at real estate prices in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. For absolutely no reason.

Please stop using AI to write. It’s so so dumb, both the AI and the stupid writing.

I’m so bad at keeping up with socials. But here’s a robot and a link to my latest poem. crowandthepoet.substack.com/p/the-radio-...

The funeral home is offering a free meal at Golden Corral in exchange for a talk about pre-planning. If I were a meat eater this would be tempting. 😂

For you.

Do you use your bed like an office?

I can’t keep up with Bluesky. How do people keep up with all the socials? My brain feels literally crammed full of information daily. What do you all do to keep all the ones and zeros from making you loopy?

A few things happening in the garden. Blueberries, plantain, elder, swamp milkweed.

Rose + lemon balm growing together in the back yard. Also a beautiful tea combination for a heavy spirit.

Do you think there’s ever been a time when it was raining everywhere in the United States?

No writing with a pen for a few days.

Look what my spouse is making for the garden! A giant periwinkle! #mygarden #gardening #flowerfeed

Cornflowers, milkweed, plantain. 🖤🖤

Ah the magic of a walk in the woods where the little elves leave offerings.

I’m writing this book about herbal support but it’s the obscure research that’s not going in the book I’m most excited about!

Sometimes I wonder why we chop parsley at all.

Just a few happenings over here!!

Ultimate sign of work avoidance? Ironing table runners for absolutely no reason.

Today is the day to go out and protest. Even tho this makes me so anxious. I don’t even go to concerts anymore because I hate crowds.

Oh just your weekly dose of darkness…enjoy. Beware of animal and vegetable death and a bit about monsters. crowandthepoet.substack.com/p/the-violen...

Today is my dad’s birthday. He’s been dead almost 12 years, but he feels so present still.

Been reading a little Zbigniew Herbert tonight. From “Mr Cogito’s Monster,” a poem that could be speaking to the here & now: it can’t be pierced by a pen an argument a spear if not for its stifling weight and the death it sends you might conclude that it was a phantom a disease of the imagination

"Rescue operation"

Do people talk about ADHD flareups like they would something like arthritis? Because, I think I'm having a flareup. It starts with the existential time crisis and devolves into fetal position on the couch in front of the tv.

What would happen if everyone ignored him? I mean all departments, all officials, all military personnel.

A new erasure poem project and the story of a little road trip that inspired me. crowandthepoet.substack.com/p/the-bigges...