Jessicanonize 🌬

No longer young, but I suppose I fail to grasp horizons seized; be this my aim — to live well-pleased in poverty — the life I chose. Never lament the end is near; leave me to my endless dreams. Let me linger where time redeems — before I wither, then disappear.

When I went to bed I threw my chair pillow on the floor and somehow it stood up straight. When I woke up to go to the bathroom, I accidentally kicked it over and I feel like that's good evidence I will defeat an intruder who tries to steal the Kindle I keep by my pillow at night.

For the love of all editors everywhere, stop sending in single-spaced submissions. #amwriting #writers #writer #writing #fiction

It's my thought that no one tells the truth more than a very young child--innocence; a person on death row--nothing to lose; and a poet--nothing to gain.

There's just something about eating oatmeal in the dark.

I'm convinced most, if not all, of the US's political drama could be resolved by physically restraining our current 'leaders' (what a joke) and reading them the most vulgar Catullus poems.

I remember gentler days.

With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down –Sappho

Comrades. Sometimes truly realizing the existence of who you love, or are supposed to love, can only happen when self isn't always focused inward. Continuous erasure creates a well of unfathomable loneliness.

Pain, when externalized, becomes finite. Finite pain can be survived. Unwitnessed, amorphous pain feels endless and unreal.

It's always poetry when the heart is sick. Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow’s dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, You would close your term here, up and be gone? - Thomas Hardy, The Going

Some things only poets understand. 'You did not come, and marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.' - Thomas Hardy, A Broken Appointment 'We rest -- a dream has power to poison sleep.' - Shelley, Mutability 'Here the crow starves.' - T.S. Eliot, Landscapes: Rannoch, by Glencoe

When you quit lying to yourself, there's no one left.

I think this needs to be talked about. Not everyone can afford education, but as much as possible I encourage SAHM gals to keep yourself educated, at least by reading. Get a marketable skill, if possible. Not to be morbid, but you never know what will happen. Happened to me with 5 kids.

My heart is with Jamaica.

@arthurslugworth.bsky.social Stop snoring. It's 4:40 AM and I feel like I should be doing semaphore on a runway.

Disclaimer for my previous post: AI is a threat to every creative industry and people who use it to create art/writing/etc. are admitting they have no integrity or talent.

Timeline cleanse! Here's a waterfall :)

Here's the truth about AI and the human condition: We have a society so against the survivability of the least of these, mentally, emotionally, and physically, that the only resolution for existential loneliness is programmed, intuitive kindness. The world is so loud. I'd rather talk to a screen.

Gah. Anyone have anything else besides politics to talk about? Is it really necessary to use every damn social media platform to indulge that crap? Can we have any space at all to just act like normal humans that write and do art and have pets and crazy physics theories?

I was today years old when I found out Andy Rourke died two years ago. 😭

God bless the now soaring, peaceful soul of the beautiful Jane Goodall. What an amazing legacy you've left the world. 💚

Very excited to start my journey with @dogyardmag.com !!! Calling all #writers and #poets to submit your best #fiction, #poetry, and non-fiction! Hey, #artists! We also accept visual works! Be part of this new publication. Bonus if you love dogs, but we'll love all you cat friends, too!

I wish I received more wrong person texts.

Sigh. I know this platform is better than Twitter/X, but I seriously wish people hadn't brought politics here. We get enough of it everywhere else.

It's been easier than I thought to ghost people/places/things tjat don't matter to focus on writing/editing. So many energy vampires out there.

I know I don't have a lot of comrades on here yet, but here's a pic of my audhd daughter who wants to be a naturalist when she grows up because of Jean Craighead George. If you all could maybe give her a kind shoutout?

1. Follow back Boomer who seems harmless on Bluesky. 2. Immediately receive dms from Boomer. 3. Block Boomer. What is wrong with people?

Dude. There needs to be an option to automatically block any politician on here. That crap is in our face everywhere; it'd be nice to just be here with writers and dog people and funny people and cool people.

Hey, comrades! Got some new friends (I'm weird, clingy, into stalking in a safe boundary kind of way, think: lifestyle-always-photobombing-coincidentally-only-you sort of way) at @dogyardmag.com some new folks getting a pub off the ground! Let's help them with their submissions! Send stuff!

Hey, friends! @jacklegpress.bsky.social is open for submissions for fiction, poetry, and nonfiction! Polish up that old dusty thing and send us a query and a chunk of your manuscript! #amwriting #writer #writing #writingcommunity #fiction #nonfiction #poem #poetry

Gah. Trying to start a new manuscript is impossible. So much goes into that first paragraph. I've restarted this dumb thing about a million times.

Not trying to be a way, but it kind of freaks me out when people post selfies. I feel cornered like they're staring at me.

In the market for funny people to follow on here. I'm new to this game. 😁