Robin J Danvers

what chappell roan song is this

i think about this poem approximately 8 times a day

Wow, just wow.

walt whitman pulls you out of yourself

Jenny George — I’ve exhausted my cruelty. / I’ve arrived at myself again.

Michael Ondaatje • A Year of Last Things

My Hobbies To meet you underwater. To faint inside a lake. To spit into a bowl. To cry into your spit. To piss upon the dirt. To love you like this. —Chessy Normile

My wife just said that this 1962 poem by Plath more or less invented and set the tone, sonically and atmospherically, for nearly all of what you might call contemporary lyric. A staggering, deeply enviable poem. Proof that often you write well by looking at something very hard

Tracy Chapman: you got a fast car, is it fast enough that we can fly away Danny Zuko: you're not gonna believe this

@brecht_dp Either I will forget I ever submitted or I will chase a response until either I give up or the sun explodes. and even then my atoms will be writing poetry with dust

So what do we think of lit mags that never respond?

any recommendations for poetry chapbook/collection publishers? Or zines even?

@richardsiken @saltairiad undoubtedly. wearing it will give you a plus five in bbq proficiency

@saltairiad Also, should I buy this shirt?

hello, @richardsiken. any advice for someone who's only way of dealing with loneliness is pushing people away even more?

@PenguinUKBooks no read it in one sitting and then think about it for the rest of time. Usually sitting on the stairs. No idea why

@PenguinUKBooks eat it

What is your favourite WAY to consume a book? e.g. paperback, hardback, audiobook, ebook, etc. 📚✨

The truly tortured poets, the real sickos, don't think stuff like "my bf reminds me of a tattooed golden retriever." They think stuff like "what if you were grieving and then there was a weird bird"

@bullshitlit also submitted not just chilling lol

@bullshitlit here. sleepy. but here

lots of fiction submissions so far (not complaining!) but where are the poets? [i know where they are; they’re classically waiting ‘til the last second]

This Joy Sullivan

this poem by richie hofmann just took my breath away

does anyone else think you should only be required to submit a bio to a literature magazine once they've accepted you