It's been a rough few weeks for all my trans homies out there, so I just want to say you are loved for who you are and fuck whatever those assholes want you to be. I hope the hate in their hearts eats them alive. But you, you deserve love.

Extinguish me from this. I was sixteen for for twenty years.

Una brasa encendida arde en mi, en ti, en todo y esas mismas estrellas que hasta aquí me han guiado son las que se complacen en su pulso de luz Siendo un solo ser

Violets are grue Roses, demonic Si enil txen siht Boustrophedonic.

been watching the olympics and i think i found a solution to the male loneliness crisis

Dated, mated, negated.

What a poem. From Jeffrey McDaniel's book, Alibi School, published by @therealmanicdpress.bsky.social. #poem #books #writing

Richard Olney, in Simple French Food (Wiley, 1974) A minor prose masterpiece prefacing his potato-leek soup. (Which is easy, and profoundly soul-satisfying)

Marjoram. I love this stuff.

"You know / I always need to save something, to control it." 'Aubade as Fuel' from LOVE PRODIGAL by Traci Brimhall (Copper Canyon Press) @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social Sheer brilliance 🤍 #poetry #poetrybooks #poetrycollections

Hannah Bonner

Here’s a moody shot of a fantastic-looking pen: the Pilot MYU, from the first year they were made, 1971.

www.nytimes.com/2025/05/24/w... @jamieloftus.bsky.social

who called it woke pope and not Opus DEI

Cassocks are red Conclaves are dope Wake up babe we got a

'Language as the body's echo, body as the instrument of life.' This is stunning. #amreading #amwriting lithub.com/words-as-bor...

Painted plant stands, front and right, and their barn sale inspiration, back left. #woodworking

Writing prompt

Here’s one for the #fountainpen threads- a ca. 1930’s Swan Jackdaw Toledo. Black and red-mottled ebonite wrapped with hand-engraved 24k gold bands.

e.e. cummings is pretty metal about his art

All This Plus A Bell & there were words & there were words & there were songs & there were phonemes & Her knock knees were touch stones & her hooves sugar that mountain & the wind sugars that mountain & somewhere there is an ocean & that ocean makes my ears wish they were hands

Letting AI do the heavy lifting this season. A USB-compatible turkey helps.

Odd little side table with a nod to Sam Maloof.

From Hannah Bonner’s collection of poems, “Another Woman” (Eastover, 2024).

Brenda Hillman.

Robert Olen Butler, from Severances.

The Meatles

See a torty, post a torty. This is Dola.

Irving Layton on berries.

see a tort, post a tort (she's sleepy...)

THE VOICE OF YOUR EYES IS DEEPER THAN ALL ROSES) NOBODY NOT EVEN THE RAIN HAS SUCH SMALL HANDS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AH WE COME FROM THE LAND OF THE ICE AND SNOW FROM THE MIDNIGHT SUN WHERE THE HOT SPRINGS FLOW

M.C. Richards

A tumble of little spoons, and my new favorite apple- Karmijn de Sonnaville, an intense fruit destined to dethrone the Honeycrisp.

Sonia Sanchez

Marilyn Hacker, 1986.

What I learned after 15 profitless years of custom cabinetry design: everybody loves spoons.

Freakin’ Lorca. SO GOOD.

Blueberry-tarragon butter