Weird Al Gore Vidal Sassoon

a white bird is perched on a person 's arm Alt: a white parrot is headbanging

I forgot how hard this song goes until a couple of days ago.

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I’m seeing Sick Sad Queer in a lot of book hauls from AWP and the Malarkey book club and preorders of The Walls Are Closing In On Us and I’m both nervous and over the moon 🌙

❤️‍🩹 I hope you feel better soon

“Is this dumb bitch ever ok?”

🙂‍↔️

Sorry to complain so much :(

A chart showing daily symptoms. Fatigue and pain all marked as “severe” Wednesday through Monday of this past week.

lol, chat. Lmfao

Being sick is boring

Phone wallpaper if you want it

What a nasty thing to do to a kid!!

Still bitter that my small town didn’t have a Pizza Hut when I was a kid. I read so many fucking books, you don’t even know. Someone owes me some personal pan pizzas.

Love Poem I love you enough to overthrow the government. To wheel out the ole guillotine and let the heads roll. To give the land back. To plant seeds in the community garden. I love you enough to free Palestine. I love you like a guerilla movement. Like Molotov cocktails flying at a cop's head. I love you like a folk song, celebrating the martyrs and praying we live to see the other side of history.

Hey. I love you.

What’s a good place that’s open right now for a 4k word CNF that got way too long and may or may not have a Taco Bell reference in it? 👀

“A progressive illness is like a prison sentence in that it marks a loss of freedom, the death of a future.”

😭❤️‍🩹

A cool looking stick. It is pointy on one end and blunt on the other. That plus the coloring makes it look like a dagger.

Important Update: I found a cool looking stick.

Captivating. Very well done!

This one demands your attention from start to finish.

Love Poem I love you enough to overthrow the government. To wheel out the ole guillotine and let the heads roll. To give the land back. To plant seeds in the community garden. I love you enough to free Palestine. I love you like a guerilla movement. Like Molotov cocktails flying at a cop's head. I love you like a folk song, celebrating the martyrs and praying we live to see the other side of history.

Hey. I love you.

Submissions - Submission guidelines for a fully digital literary anthology that explores themes to open conversations through the written word.

Remember we are open all month for your RIGHTEOUS RAGE!

Poetry, micro and flash fiction, creative nonfiction, and visual art!

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I finally got someone to give me some medicine to help with the symptoms of whatever this is. Follow up with the doctor in two weeks to potentially (keep your fingers crossed) find out what is causing all this pain.

Crying because there was a cat on tv. NORMAL STUFF!

Siren Song by Janel Comeau I am walking on Hubbards Beach with Maura when she announces that she is going to stay here forever and live as a Siren, the mermaid kind. I ask what happened to her new job, and she laughs. She tells…

“men lashing themselves to masts made from noise-cancelling technology.”
extremely good siren logistics from Janel Comeau
https://www.havehashad.com/pigbv

Yeah I have AWPFOMO but I also know that I wouldn’t physically be able to keep up with all the things I would want to do if I went. Wait. That’s worse actually. Damn it.

On day four of a flare up. A flare up of what you may ask. Ask away, I am a medical mystery. Mystery is my middle name.

Hair Shirt, poems by Adrian Sobol — Malarkey Published April 1, 2025 Get a free sample here HAIR SHIRT, Adrian Sobol’s second full-length poetry collection, continues his particular take on poetry. Filled with trademark black humor and...

If you order a copy of Hair Shirt, poems by @yoadrianididit.bsky.social, we will include in your order a loose page from the unbound print proof. If you will the take that page and turn it into a blackout poem we would love to display it on our website.

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A poly envelope out of which is emerging copies of "The Walls Are Closing in on Us" by Joshua Trent Brown, King Ludd's Rag #20, and "Sick Sad Queer" by Ly Faulk

The best cure for AWPFOMO is a sweet sweet helping of Malarkey mail from @malarkeybooks.bsky.social including work by @joshuatrentbrown.com and @lyfaulk.bsky.social

On day four of a flare up. A flare up of what you may ask. Ask away, I am a medical mystery. Mystery is my middle name.

Pronouncing MarkWayne like it rhymes with Kanye.

I am no longer merely IN pain, I have become pain incarnate. Tremble before your new god, mortals. (I need ibuprofen again)

This is going well, I’m happy to report. 8/60 poems penned/edited.

I’m not at AWP but Sick Sad Queer is!