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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedPeace to those who spent the day with loved ones but didn't feel present Those who checked their phone without knowing why Those under a fog of anxiety or depression or something not yet known Those who wished

I had a somewhat controversial post on Threads go viral earlier this week, and that means the trolls and bots came out, and that means RIP my notifications. So as a reminder to myself, here are two poems I wrote about how to win arguments, on the internet and beyond.

Hi friends! In honor of me having finally found a therapist who specializes in autism and ADHD, I thought I’d write a list of some of the Extremely Autistic things about me that, for 40+ years, I assumed were just weird little quirks I had. Turns out they’re

Once when I was in college, my housemates and I were on our way out, but when we got to the driveway someone had parked behind my friend’s car, blocking her in. There was space to the right of the cars, but she was solidly stuck behind this person’

I was reading a lot of Rumi while I wrote the final few poems for my 2023 collection, Open Things, and I was fascinated by the way the Persian poets use imagery and metaphor. It’s denser than in Western poetry—they don’t so much say, “wine represents God

Tidal Prayer I used to, in disasters try to account for everyone I loved Are we okay? Let us be okay But now I love too many people and the world Is full of disasters so I pray By opening my heart wide letting it fill with pain and love

My extended family on both sides lives in Connecticut, and when I was eight my parents, brother, and I moved to Massachusetts, then to Maine, then I moved back to Boston for college. Years later I met a man whose family lived in Connecticut. He would become my housemate, then

CW: Talk of weight and weight loss. If this is a trigger for you, please skip this one and take care of yourself. <3 Hello, friends! Today I have something a little different than my usual fare. I want to talk to you about my body. There’s a

Those who go out weeping, carrying seeds to sow, Will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them. ~Psalm 126 I am always amazed at your ability to find joy in between sorrows to go out weeping, carrying seeds to sow and lie down again, because the weight is