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probably crying over happy things right now

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nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

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nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

-Franz Wright #poetry

And we'd do it again wouldn't we-- every last one of us choosing precisely what we had been given, a glimpse of a night sky--no--choosing precisely what we had been given not to be a sky of infinite diamonds unaware they live forever or exist at all but a pair of mortal eyes with the glory to see them, grieving their loss, a glimpse.

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 14/06/2025

i go back to may 1937 by sharon olds #poetry

I Go Back to May 1937
By Sharon Olds
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

go birds!! 🦅

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nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 31/01/2025

me: thank you for changing my life my dyson airstrait: i’m literally a hair tool

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Allison Adair @fascicles.bsky.social · 22/01/2025

"Just Once," Anne Sexton photo courtesy of @patrycjasara.bsky.social

Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small humped bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 20/01/2025

lorelai gilmore was so right about snow

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Maya C. Popa @mayacpopa.bsky.social · 11/01/2025

"What a lucky sack of stars."

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 10/01/2025

we have not long to love by tennessee williams #poetry

We have not long to love./Light does not stay./The tender things are those/we fold away./Coarse fabrics are the ones/for common wear./In silence I have watched you/comb your hair./Intimate the silence,/dim and warm./I could but did not, reach/to touch your arm./I could, but do not, break/that which is still./(Almost the faintest whisper/would be shrill.)/So moments pass as though/they wished to stay./We have not long to love./A night. A day....

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 05/01/2025

happy snow day to all and to all a good night

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nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 01/01/2025

new year's: a day for cleaning to start the year off right

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 31/12/2024

the years by alex dimitrov #poetry

All the parties you spent
watching the room
from a balcony
where someone joined you
to smoke then returned.
And how it turns out no one
had the childhood they wanted,
and how they’d tell you this
a little drunk, a little slant
in less time than it took
to finish a cigarette
because sad things
can’t be explained.
Behind the glass and inside,
all your friends buzzed.
You could feel the shape
of their voices. You could
tell from their eyes they were
in some other place. 1999
or 2008 or last June.
Of course, it’s important
to go to parties. To make
life a dress or a drink
or suede shoes someone wears
in the rain. On the way home,
in the car back, the night sky
played its old tricks. The stars
arranged themselves quietly.
The person you thought of drove
under them. Away from the party,
(just like you) into the years.

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 31/12/2024

slow down, you're doing fine/you can't be everything you want to be before your time

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 24/12/2024

eye masks are a cheat code for sleeping

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 10/12/2024

RIP nikki giovanni #poetry

i hope i die/warmed/by the life that i tried/to live

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nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 01/12/2024

chamomile tea with lemon

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 30/11/2024

wish by w. s. merwin #poetry

Please one more/kiss in the kitchen/before we turn the lights off.

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 29/11/2024

grateful, grateful, grateful

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 27/11/2024

again and again, even though we know love's landscape, rainer maria rilke #poetry

Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the terrible reticent gorge in which the others end: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lay ourselves down again and again among the flowers, and look up into the sky.

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 26/11/2024

just wasted 30 minutes scrolling through old tv. why is nostalgia so comforting??

Tune in to the lost decades with these nostalgic TV simulators.

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nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 24/11/2024

me: in the new sims pack, my sims can write wills! h: ……..

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nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 23/11/2024

muppets christmas carol…save me…save me muppets christmas carol

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 26/12/2023

in my dream, kristina mahr #poetry

In my dream you ask me if I’m gone and I say no, I’m right here, you’re the one who’s gone. You laugh. You laugh and you say, look at me. You laugh and you say, how can I be gone? And I echo it back, I echo it back. I look at you and I say, how can you be gone?

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 22/10/2023

from blowing on the wheel by ada limón #poetry

And how mostly we say, Remember
that time and we will nod because we do
remember that time. Except for the few times
we’ve forgotten, like that one time when H
was trying to remind us of something
and when we asked her what, she said, I don’t know,
but you were there and I was there. And we were.

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 13/10/2023

RIP louise glück #poetry

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 13/10/2023

#poetry #storytelling

"But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I'm saying?
Does it feel this way to you?"
— Kazuo Ishiguro, in his Nobel prize (2017) acceptance speech. (via smiththeteacher)

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 11/10/2023

laura gilpin #poetry

THE TWO-HEADED CALF
Laura Gilpin
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 11/10/2023

Matthew Olzmann
MOUNTAIN DEW COMMERCIAL DISGUISED AS A LOVE
РОЕМ
Here's what I've got, the reasons why our marriage might work: Because you wear pink but write poems about bullets and gravestones. Because you yell at your keys when you lose them, and laugh, loudly, at your own jokes. Because you can hold a pistol, gut a pig. Because you memorize songs, even commercials from thirty years back and sing them when vacuuming.
You have soft hands. Because when we moved, the contents of what you packed were written inside the boxes.
Because you think swans are overrated.
Because you drove me to the train station. You drove me to Minneapolis. You drove me to Providence.
Because you underline everything you read, and circle the things you think are important, and put stars next to the things you think I should think are important, and write notes in the margins about all the people you're mad at and my name almost never appears there.
Because you make that pork recipe you found in the (cont’d)

nic @nicwaslike.bsky.social · 11/10/2023

really need this one today #poetry

The Thing Is
BY ELLEN BASS
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you down like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.