Joshua Chris Bouchard
@jcbouchardpoet.bsky.social
Poet. BURN DIARY out now w/ Buckrider Books (Wolsak and Wynn). Vocals in LINENS. Drummer in other bands. Editor of BAD DOG Mag.
*talking loudly in public*
YEAH I’M HILARIOUS
YEAH I’M HILARIOUS
November 17, 2025 at 12:29 PM
*talking loudly in public*
YEAH I’M HILARIOUS
YEAH I’M HILARIOUS
Let someone know you care about them by ending all phone conversations with “see you in hell.”
November 15, 2025 at 1:27 PM
Let someone know you care about them by ending all phone conversations with “see you in hell.”
The perversion of irony.
September 19, 2025 at 5:19 PM
The perversion of irony.
brb changing my entire aesthetic
September 15, 2025 at 11:36 PM
brb changing my entire aesthetic
Ever been called a silly ding-dong? Don't talk to me about pain.
September 1, 2025 at 10:20 PM
Ever been called a silly ding-dong? Don't talk to me about pain.
If only they let Neil Perry do that play none of this would be happening.
August 4, 2025 at 11:01 AM
If only they let Neil Perry do that play none of this would be happening.
One of my favourite things to do when I’m having a good time is have a bad time. Works every time.
July 18, 2025 at 7:48 PM
One of my favourite things to do when I’m having a good time is have a bad time. Works every time.
My new poem LONGING AT THE FUCK HOUSE is now up at Scrivener Creative Review. Put this in your eyes: scrivenerreview.com/read
Read — Scrivener Creative Review
scrivenerreview.com
June 2, 2025 at 7:57 PM
My new poem LONGING AT THE FUCK HOUSE is now up at Scrivener Creative Review. Put this in your eyes: scrivenerreview.com/read
Tired of feeling like shit all the time? Engulf yourself in the deep black flames of the earth.
May 23, 2025 at 10:25 AM
Tired of feeling like shit all the time? Engulf yourself in the deep black flames of the earth.
My mom died lol
May 23, 2025 at 1:14 AM
My mom died lol
It's not even noon and all of errands are done, my apartment is spotless, I've drunk enough coffee to kill a horse, the air is warm, and I'm about THIS close to writing a bad poem about something or other. Ah, yes.
April 19, 2025 at 2:36 PM
It's not even noon and all of errands are done, my apartment is spotless, I've drunk enough coffee to kill a horse, the air is warm, and I'm about THIS close to writing a bad poem about something or other. Ah, yes.
I'm going to go out on a limb here. We're all completey fucked right?
April 14, 2025 at 12:34 AM
I'm going to go out on a limb here. We're all completey fucked right?
When people come to my house I like to say "welcome to my home away from home."
April 12, 2025 at 1:01 AM
When people come to my house I like to say "welcome to my home away from home."
If the tiniest old lady you've ever seen grabs your arm on the subway and says "oh boy another day!" and then laughs maniacally then you know everything is probably going to be alright in life.
April 11, 2025 at 10:19 PM
If the tiniest old lady you've ever seen grabs your arm on the subway and says "oh boy another day!" and then laughs maniacally then you know everything is probably going to be alright in life.
I love my void daughter.
April 7, 2025 at 11:16 PM
I love my void daughter.
Feeling jealous of young, hot, popular, rich people today. For some reason my poetry about self-annihilation just isn't doing it for me.
April 5, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Feeling jealous of young, hot, popular, rich people today. For some reason my poetry about self-annihilation just isn't doing it for me.
Very pleased to have a new series of "horoscopes" at The Discordia Review. I know where you sleep.
open.substack.com/pub/discordi...
open.substack.com/pub/discordi...
April 4, 2025 at 11:51 PM
Very pleased to have a new series of "horoscopes" at The Discordia Review. I know where you sleep.
open.substack.com/pub/discordi...
open.substack.com/pub/discordi...
Check your fucking almanacs. It's the Vernal fucking Equinox.
March 20, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Check your fucking almanacs. It's the Vernal fucking Equinox.
Going to bed at 9pm is perfectly normal, you fucking freaks.
March 20, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Going to bed at 9pm is perfectly normal, you fucking freaks.
brb deconstructing self
March 19, 2025 at 4:05 PM
brb deconstructing self
According to scientists, you need at least 3 cold glasses of shut the fuck up a day.
March 15, 2025 at 7:52 PM
According to scientists, you need at least 3 cold glasses of shut the fuck up a day.
I am addicted to the pleasure of seeking.
March 10, 2025 at 8:42 PM
I am addicted to the pleasure of seeking.
I was smoking a cigarette on the street when a man walked by and he slowed, looked me right in the eye, and started belching, a very long belch, and we both looked at each other and when he was done he stopped, spun around, and disappeared and that's how all of life works.
March 8, 2025 at 1:12 PM
I was smoking a cigarette on the street when a man walked by and he slowed, looked me right in the eye, and started belching, a very long belch, and we both looked at each other and when he was done he stopped, spun around, and disappeared and that's how all of life works.
Reposted by Joshua Chris Bouchard
we believe we remember, but we live to forget
i can feel the end in red burning flame
/
from “Pick Me Ups” by Shelby Pasciullo in the Feb. 25 issue.
www.baddogmag.ca/february-202...
i can feel the end in red burning flame
/
from “Pick Me Ups” by Shelby Pasciullo in the Feb. 25 issue.
www.baddogmag.ca/february-202...
March 2, 2025 at 3:50 PM
we believe we remember, but we live to forget
i can feel the end in red burning flame
/
from “Pick Me Ups” by Shelby Pasciullo in the Feb. 25 issue.
www.baddogmag.ca/february-202...
i can feel the end in red burning flame
/
from “Pick Me Ups” by Shelby Pasciullo in the Feb. 25 issue.
www.baddogmag.ca/february-202...
*working on my book*
Ah, one decent poem is done. Only 5 months until the next decent one.
Ah, one decent poem is done. Only 5 months until the next decent one.
March 1, 2025 at 11:06 PM
*working on my book*
Ah, one decent poem is done. Only 5 months until the next decent one.
Ah, one decent poem is done. Only 5 months until the next decent one.