hello, & i hope you're having a great day!
you can order my full length books:
"my husband holds my hand..." @FlowerSongPress [dec 24]
&
"house as a cemetery" @RebelSatori Press [mar 26]
in my linktree below:
https://t.co/TKCPG65N8q
[sharing is caring & free—thank you]
Dear Irish friends/literature lovers, could you confirm/correct me that assigning the phrase “Ireland, a nation of poets, a nation of writers, a nation of storytellers” to Samuel Beckett is a misattribution? There is no literary source for the phrase, is there? Many thanks!
today is the official pub day for my new book from @FlowerSongPress
i've sold 40 copies in preorder!
let's make 2025 a year where i sell 1000 copies of a book! pls share this post 💜
order info in comment
@VidaurreEdward
happy winter solstice! here's a poem set in january, but now feels like a good time to share it again. tbh i continue to be surprised by how/where this poem ("the poop poem" as i usually refer to it!) travels—thank you to everyone who's taught/written about it xx
“It sat there on the branch for a few minutes. / Then picked up and flew beautifully / out of my life.”
— Raymond Carver
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This poem appeared in All of Us: The Collected Poems by Raymond Carver, published by Vintage Books, 1996. Shared here with deep gratitude.