"Chasing a poem will make it run even farther, and fighting with one is always a bad idea." From "Horse Poetica," a new Wit Tea piece by Kristin Gustafson (@kristinthered.bsky.social), at The Offing today. theoffingmag.com/wit-tea/hors...

My chapbook, Growing Viral, was a semifinalist (top 20) in Button Poetry's annual chapbook competition. 😎 some rejections taste sweeter than others

put new batteries in my tamagotchis as a 28-year-old woman AMA

Physical touch? Quality time? Nah, my love language is sending job listings to my friends.

"LET ME ACQUIRE YOUR LOVE AND THEN DECLARE MYSELF THE FOUNDER."

So I won 3rd place in MEMEZINE's "weird little guys" contest and added it to my LinkedIn bio. You know your girl loves a contrapuntal.

check out memezinelit.com and read the “weird little guys” issue if you need a dose of lovely literary strangeness / I am super proud of my team for getting this out into the world, and I’m stoked to share this with you all today.

trying to get better about that whole self-promotion thing, so shoutout to Cicada Creative Magazine for publishing (a slightly earlier version of) Tama Time!

i'll share this one as a tease, but all three new poems today from Kristin Gustafson are bangers and you should 100% click through and read! https://www.havehashad.com/twbu5

when HAD says your poems are bangers >>>>

Looking forward to the Mangione-inspired romance novels. She was the daughter of an evil CEO. He murdered her father in the name of justice. When they meet unexpectedly in a fast food restaurant, will she rat him out? Or will he gun for her heart? Find out in "Headhunt Hearthunt."

Stepping away from your work can be so rewarding, but damn if I don't feel guilty as hell for doing it.

The worst part about getting poems accepted by journals is that you have to write more poems. But an acceptance from @theoffingmag.bsky.social is totally worth it. 😎

I love me a formal poem about the internet. "you find / yourself dreaming of yard / sales... / because there's even / less spare room in / your brain than in / your flat & all your / heart can accommodate is / a troubled prayer"