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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 01/01/2026

We’ve been playing hide and seek for quite some time, and I think I’ve been defeated by a master.

Photo of a black and white cat on a green and brown climbing tree. Her face is obscured by a shelf.

Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 20/11/2025

Today is my birthday, and this year I published a book with @carrionbloombooks.bsky.social. I find it increasingly difficult to talk about my work in online spaces, but I’m giving myself permission today. My partner did the illustrations and they’re my favorite part tbh.

A picture of my book, I Wander the Earth, Hungry for Semen.

A picture of a page from the book. The story is “Ichor.” There’s a simple illustration of a witch.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 08/09/2025

Almost stepped on this baby today 🐍

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 17/07/2025

Some folks have started receiving their preorders of I Wander the Earth, Hungry for Semen, and I’ve loved seeing your photos and messages. Thank you for sharing them with me! If you haven’t picked up a copy yet and would like to, it’s still available through @carrionbloombooks.bsky.social.

A copy of my book, I Wander the Earth, Hungry for Semen, peeking out from beneath a sculpture/bench. The sculpture looks like a bird but has four fingered hands.

In the foreground: my book, I Wander the Earth, Hungry for Semen.
In the background: Leonora Carrington’s sculpture, Cocodrilo, in Mexico City.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 24/06/2025

A quick reminder that this reading is tomorrow! DM me if you want the registration link.

A flyer for an online poetry reading: Wednesday, June 25th / 7 pm CST

Readers include: Lagnajita Mukhopadhyay, Steph Patterson, Imani Warren, Nicole Yurcaba, Cat Ingrid Leeches, Sam Wright Fairbanks

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 16/06/2025

Thank you so much @saramatson.bsky.social for inviting me to be a part of your awesome reading series. If you come through, DM me your address and I’ll send you a weird doodle in the mail (totally optional, I just thought it would be fun).

A flyer for a reading! It will take place on Zoom, Wednesday, June 25th…7 pm CST

The reading is hosted by Sara Matson and features: Lagnajita Mukhopadhyay, Steph Patterson, Imani Warren, Nicole Yurcaba, Cat Ingrid Leeches, and Sam Wright Fairbanks

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 13/06/2025

Entry #10 is live right now 🐀🦇✨

Diary Entry #10

Were the spirits quieted by the plague,
or could we just not hear them anymore?

Do you remember the first time we made love? My nose swiveled to and fro, I
smelled shit clinging to someone’s rectum. You do not nourish your bowels
enough.

I condemn you in this way and you know why.

The only way to get rid of an infestation is to give into it.
Rats, like desire, run out of your body, and I flick them away with my tongue.

They have never been denied access to you.

I tell you that you must fornicate with whatever is at hand.
Stuff yourself with so much longing that you are no longer human.
Only then, will they all flee from your body, some as slender as a thumbnail.
You will probably be dead.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 06/06/2025

My campy, oozy hybrid plague journal is now live in issue 3 of @anewsession.com! The first entry is currently available, and new fragments of the diary will unlock every 1 hour and 43 minutes. web.issue3.anewsession.com/story_index

Diary Entry #1

Before the plague, I was nothing but a stack of meat and a stick. I never thought about what was glorious to god. A child of the one faith smeared his fingers on my unbothered rims, and I took the hardest path in this life, initiated by a sharp intake of air into my lungs and everyone in this city felt a little woozy at once. It was his disused hand that cried out first—over what we all felt like was lost, but could not name. The body died later in the night, the boy the next day, and I’m still here flowered in the pageantry of his last rites.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 30/05/2025

I’m babysitting two precious monsters: Bowl (pictured) and Ode (not pictured).

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 12/04/2025

I’m depressed (sunshine makes me moody) and I bought over-priced stickers at a tourist shop today. I felt these two in my bones though, like I had no will at all:

Sticker shop display. One says, “Masturbate & Dump him.”

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 11/04/2025

New Orleans has some great feral cats ✨🦇

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 10/04/2025

I’m headed to the New Orleans Poetry Festival. I love the coast and the way it oozes inside my disgruntled, oily tissues. We saw dolphins on the ferry. We treat each grackle we meet like a celebrity.

My foot (pale & pink) is hovering over wet sand. I’m wearing a clock ring on my toe. Leg hair is poking out from rolled up blue jeans

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 21/03/2025

Once, I named a foster kitten Saint Theresa of the Ecstatic Tire Iron AKA purrrrvert and he was adopted by a friend who was a secret, deeply devout Catholic. This was her poster. We haven’t spoken in years. I wonder if the kitten is now Catholic.

A whimsical poster of a kitten riding a skate board made of blood. The kitten has a mermaid tail. Jeff Bezos laughing, disembodied head is floating in the right hand corner.

Text says: digital dreams of a miscreant/cannibal/“kitten”

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 08/03/2025

Has anyone else read Ugliness by Moshtari Hilal? I’m digging it so far

I’m holding the book Ugliness by Moshtari Hilal in my right hand. It’s resting against a table top.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 14/02/2025

“She was always in want of pity. She lived for pity. Give it to me, Anna thought as she told her colleagues about her awful pains, I want to drink their pity like semen, her mind screamed”

The novel My Work by Olga Ravn resting on a small brown table. Translated from Danish by Sophia Hersi Smith and Jennifer Russell

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 31/12/2024

Artist Frank Moore predicted the existence and career of Robert Pattinson (tbh, I think Pattinson was alive in 94, but I doubt he had gone through puberty yet)

Frank Moore’s painting, “Gulliver Awake” (1994-95) oil on canvas on panel with enamel frame

In the center of the painting a very large man who resembles Robert Pattinson is lying down on what resembles white marshmallows, pills, or a collection of tiny pillows. He is surrounded by people much smaller than him who are restraining his body with rope.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

This is what I’m reading now that my grades are (finally, FINALLY) in:

A picture of four books on a table.

1. How to Fuck Like a Girl by Vera Blossom
2. The Book Is A Tower Always Never Watching by Rachel Zavecz
3. The Devils of Loudun by Aldous Huxley
4. The Tower of Love by Rachilde (translated by Jennifer Higgins)

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 12/12/2024

Hey poets, you are really good at hurting my fucking feelings. Stop it.

An ad for an unfurnished 1 bedroom apartment for rent. All utilities included. No poets. No smoking. Available July 1st.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 08/12/2024

Timely, no? “Louis XVI Goes To The Guillotine” by Benjamin Péret and translated by Charles Simic.

A photo of a poem in an anthology. The poem begins with…

Stink stink stink /What’s that stink/
It’s Louis XVI that bad egg/and his head drops into the basket/his rotten head

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 23/11/2024

A controversial opinion: I love the notes/annotations left by strangers in library books. It makes me feel weirdly alive.

A picture of the book Cinders by Jacques Derrida (U of Nebraska edition) translated/edited by Ned Lukacher.

A handwritten note at the top of the first page. It reads, “This one”

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

Look, I’m trying really hard to post less of my personal life on social media. HOWEVER, this little cat owns my mind, body, and soul and is responsible for a great deal of my brain rot (I happily lap up her parasites). If you have such a creature, feel free to show me pictures ANY TIME.

A calico cat laying on a white blanket. She’s on her back, facing up, looking at the camera.

A close up of my calico cat’s face. Her eyes are wide and look a bit silly.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

Something, something the duality of man…

A picture of two books on a table. The first book is a Manga, Happiness by Shuzo Oshimi. The second book is Communal Nude: Collected Essays by Robert Glück.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 14/11/2024

I love walking around town in the morning and getting to know the locals. (This cat is not mine! He came and said hello, and then told his friends I was ok. I got to pet quite a few kitties as a result.)

An orange and white cat posing for a photo.

An orange and white cat sniffing my hand.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 13/11/2024

This is an interview with Marie Redonnet that appears at the end of this edition of Forever Valley (translated by Jordan Stump/UNP edition). In particular I’m drawn to: “…a poetic power make visible that which has been neither described nor expressed by metaphor, but rather only evoked.”

A picture of a page at the end of an edition of Forever Valley by Marie Redonnet (translated by Jordan Stump). There’s an interview at the end of the book.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 13/11/2024

Children are naturally gifted in the arena of folk horror.

A mask painted like a tabby cat, dried flowers are glued on as well.

A cat mask painted red and orange. Dried flowers are glued on. The mask resembles a cat unicorn.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 10/11/2024

Find me knockin’ on your garbage cans.

A person wearing a burlap possum mask, a brown cloak, and black gloves.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 19/02/2024

“The dead created the world when they were still dead”

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 13/12/2023

Reading date! Guess which one is mine 🥲

Two books on a wooden table. The first book is Organ Meats by K-Ming Chang and the second book is The Elvenbane by Andre Norton and Mercedes Lackey.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 28/11/2023

My foster kitten’s name keeps getting longer, so a reintroduction is in order: Guillermo Gabapentin Everbean

A tortishell kitten, clinging to a metal bed frame she has no business climbing.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 24/11/2023

I am so excited for this book! I enjoyed Jawbone so much.

A book on a red picnic table. The book is Nefando by Mónica Ojeda (translated by Sarah Booker).

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 17/11/2023

Anyone want a Guillermo Gabapentin update? She’s more cryptid than kitten now. Her paws feel like tiny furry baby hands and I finally have photographic evidence:

A tortishell kitten’s paws with weirdly long fingers.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 10/11/2023

Doodles during the Golden Bachelor: may we feast on highly curated tears.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 20/10/2023

I keep returning to this poem for its atmospheric qualities alone. “And the lamb keeps begging for its bell/because of a more quiet instinct.” (From The Sonnets to Orpheus by Rainer Maria Rilke and translated by Stephen Mitchell).

Over and over by us torn in two,
The god is hidden place that heals again.
We are sharp-edged, because we want to know,
But he is always scattered and serene

Even the pure, the consecrated gift
he takes into his world no other way
than by positioning himself, unmoved,
to face the one that is free

Only the dead may drink
from the source that we just hear, the unseen pool,
when the god, mute, allows them with a gesture.

Here, to us, only the noise is offered.
And the lamb keeps begging for its bell
Because of a more quiet instinct.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 22/09/2023

This is a totally normal length of tongue for a kitten to have. Nothing to see here. Nothing strange about Guillermo at all.

A photo of a tortishell kitten licking her nose.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 20/09/2023

Someone in Texas pls adopt my foster kitten Guillermo Aka Battibat. I need to see pictures of her as she grows up 😭

A healthy tortishell kitten sitting on my white comforter.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 17/09/2023

Good morning to my favorite dead fish, and only my favorite dead fish.

A dead fish on the beach. Her eyes face forward, her mouth is slightly parted.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 30/08/2023

If I liked Wicked City does that earn me a spot on any mute lists? I’m pretty anti-the ending tho. So many oozing, insectile monsters, I foresee a remake in 2500 where the demon world wins. Tbh it has a ton of flaws, but so many gorgeous, strange, atmospheric, and moody moments.

A screenshot of spider woman/demon escaping an apartment. This is from the 1980s anime, Wicked City.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 24/08/2023

Pls welcome @saint-remus.bsky.social and follow her, or better yet read her book INTERROGATING THE EYE because it’s damn good. You can buy a physical copy or read the PDF for free: schismpress.tumblr.com/neuronics

A picture of a physical copy of the book INTERROGATING THE EYE. The book is in between a kitten (with a cartoon speech bubble over it’s head that says ‘cry semen’) and a plague doctor plushie.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 20/08/2023

Is it a little creepy to have a cat demand pets while wearing a necklace with human teeth in it? Maybe. But. It. Works. For. Her.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 20/08/2023

How is she real? How? (Background is hidden bc she’s sitting in front of my medicine cabinet). This medallion is now her medallion. She loves it.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 13/08/2023

Oh no my family hates me again. I must return to my primordial state: something amphibious, w/ no skin on, major organs simmering in the rectum. Everything else empty empty air air

An illustration of a frog’s skeletal system.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 11/08/2023

Can you guess the poet?? (Challenge mode and translator?? This poem has wildly different versions) “And like the Lord of Hyssop and of Myrrh / I piss into the skies, a soaring stream /That consecrates a patch of flowering fern.”

EVENING PRAYER

I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair, / Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs /
My neck and gut both bent, while in the air
A weightless veil of pipe smoke hangs.

Like steaming dung within an old dovecote
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

And then, when I have swallowed down my Dreams/
In thirty, forty mugs of beer, I turn
To satisfy a need I can't ignore,

And like the Lord of Hyssop and of Myrrh
I piss into the skies, a soaring stream
That consecrates a patch of flowering fern.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 07/08/2023

Today I am reading So Much For Life by Mark Hyatt. “For many years love to me meant hurtful pain. / I could not take it, or understand or enjoy / any act of love. The reason is clear now; / pride was washing my mind down to the size / of a long fat worm.”

A picture of the book So Much For Life by Mark Hyatt.

For many years love to me meant hurtful pain.
I could not take it, or understand or enjoy
any act of love. The reason is clear now;
Pride was washing my mind down to the size of a long fat worm. Slowly I am attempting
to pore over books, also listen to people
as they actually say their words, which
in experience is limited by my dramatic
Poisonous past. Before now I lived
with marvelous shadows of imagination,
that used to lead me round the twist
and leave friends carefully upset, without
another thought. I will middle myself no longer,
for somewhere in my common human head there’s the essence of expression, to let other persons be
overjoyed that I am around to help, or made to laugh with some silly remarks about how ugly toes are without a pair of socks to hide their funny shapes. Most nights now I am alone except for pet animals, which I like sometimes.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 02/08/2023

“Her talent is raw raw raw, she is invading the biome of literature, she draws repellant poems w/ claws, passion, and godgrudge. It is through her the oneiric and real converge.”

A calico cat sitting on a white bed. Her eyes are very round. She is ready to destroy my hand.

A calico cat wearing a red dress. A red chapbook is on top of her.

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Cat Ingrid Leeches @leeches.bsky.social · 01/08/2023

The next entry in the anthology is El Lissitzky’s The Future of the Book from 1926. A pdf is available on monoskop: monoskop.org/images/6/6a/Lissitzky_… (am I the only person who didn’t know about this website?)

These facts, which are the basis for our predictions, were already fore- shadowed before the War and our Revolution. Marinetti, the siren of Futurism, also dealt with typography in his masterly manifestos. In 1909 he wrote:
‘The book will be the futurist expression of our futurist consciousness. I am against what is known as the harmony of a setting. When necessary we will use three or four colours to a page, and 20 different typefaces. E.g. we shall represent a series of uniform, hasty perceptions with cursive, a scream will be expressed in bold type and so on. So a new painterly typographic representation will be born on the printed page.’
Many of today’s creations do not go beyond this demand. I should like to stress that Marinetti does not call for playing with form as form, but asks rather that the action of a new content should be intensified by the form.

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