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sarah 🥀
@sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
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sad girl from planet wonder
poet, writer, she/her
ocd & anxiety warrior
🫶 mitski, poetry, & soup
🌱 vegan, chickpea expert
sarahmillswrites.com
debut poetry collection: Lit Fox Books - 2027
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sarah 🥀 @sarahmillswrites.bsky.social · Nov 2
just me and my coffee and my emotional support rice and my apocalyptic love poems and my tbr pile and my intrusive thoughts and my beautiful fall day against the world
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the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ . & also being able to say-‘you are not kind’ - warsan shire coral pink garden rose against a black background
January 3, 2026 at 9:06 PM
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In a shocking turn of events, anxiety and depression somehow have followed me into the new year.
January 1, 2026 at 8:37 PM
sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
would you hate me if I ate soup for breakfast, soup for lunch, soup for dinner, and chickpea cookies for a snack?
January 3, 2026 at 3:53 PM
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Friday silhouette
Dawn sky over Mt Toro hues of blue, orange and yellow. contrails leading to you
January 2, 2026 at 2:43 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
This is how / I love you.

Todd Dillard (@toddedillard.bsky.social) in @stanchion.bsky.social
There was that time you went blind driving on 85. I grabbed the wheel, we coasted down the offramp to one of those anonymous office centers—it was Saturday, so it was just us and the blackness that swallowed your vision. "What's happening?" I asked. But you said to wait. You described stars bursting, light crumbling the dark's edges. And just as suddenly you could see again. I asked if I should drive but you said you were fine, you drove us back to our Bronx apartment with its cornflower blue bedroom walls, its raspberry entryway, our neighbor Two Feathers and his 2am drum circles. Thirteen years later I reminded you about this and you gave me this look. You said you didn't remember. The parking lot, its sad dogwoods, its disintegrating black top--I described it, and you shook your head. For years I thought of the buttered bread I might have needed to place into your palm, the different ways to say "red" so you wouldn't miss an inch of autumn, a slice of velvet cake. The darkness that happened to you once, briefly, it happened to me for years. That blackness— you dropped it—I picked it up for you, I polished it, tucked it like a passport into my nightstand drawer. All this time, I kept it safe. This is how I love you. I will wipe the shadows from your brow. I will fold them into our dictionary's pages between "ember" and "embrace."
January 3, 2026 at 1:31 PM
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Snowy Norwich
Snow covering the garden steps. Red berries visible on tree. Shadows of reindeer dancing across the top.
January 3, 2026 at 1:53 PM
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cincinnati ohio, bridge, riverfront, lights, grey cloudy sky
January 3, 2026 at 1:06 PM
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how I would like to be addressed
“My Apple Tree, my Brightness,” from the book THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE THE TIME WAR by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone.
January 3, 2026 at 1:34 AM
sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
is this book going to destroy me like “Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow”?

don’t answer, I want to be surprise destroyed
sarahmillswrites.bsky.social sarah 🥀 @sarahmillswrites.bsky.social · 1d
“I like you to know, with my words in your mouth, the places and ways in which I think of you.”

—from “This is How You Lose the Time War”
January 2, 2026 at 10:36 PM
sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
“I like you to know, with my words in your mouth, the places and ways in which I think of you.”

—from “This is How You Lose the Time War”
January 2, 2026 at 10:05 PM
sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
I have various sticky note reminders plastered around by bedroom that say things like “red rice,” “cinnamon rolls,” and “socks.”
January 2, 2026 at 9:53 PM
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January 25: Wolf Moon 🐺 🌕

I tell the wolf moon
everything there are
no words for & she crawls
across the sky & drops my thoughts where you are
& you wake up with stars
under your fingernails,
eyes glowing & reach
for your pen

#poetry
January 26, 2024 at 2:05 PM
sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
thoughts I had today during my mindfulness meditation:

✔️I am a body in space

✔️my body is a dance floor

✔️microplastics shmicroplastics

yes I am doing this right 😌
January 2, 2026 at 3:45 PM
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I write poems because I don’t know what else to do with all these feelings
January 2, 2026 at 3:08 PM
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“Often, a poem will start with what I think of as a knot of language, and over the course of the poem I'll work to untie that knot.”

-- Shane McCrae
January 2, 2026 at 2:05 PM
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And the land is breathing again after the rain, and the stars could show they're still there, waiting patiently to show their brightness.

📷🌿📸
#photography #nightscapes
A quiet night landscape after the rain. The sky has cleared, revealing a soft scatter of stars above the dark outline of the forest. Below, the land remains heavy and damp, holding on to the night’s moisture. A small stream runs along the lower left of the frame, barely visible in the darkness, reflecting faint traces of light as it winds through the vegetation. Trees stand still on either side, framing a moment of calm after the weather has passed.
December 30, 2025 at 10:20 AM
sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
I can’t do that “take a screenshot of this gif and whatever word you land on will define your 2026” thing or that “whatever 3 words you see will define your 2026” thing bc my ocd takes those things seriously. 😤
January 1, 2026 at 6:42 PM
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First light of the year and Carol Ann Duffy: "Time falls and falls through endless space, to when we are." (from New Year)
Morning sky: soft clouds of pink and smoky gray, illuminated by golden light from below
January 1, 2026 at 6:19 PM
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subtrauma.bsky.social
Just clouds
Clouds over the Santa Lucia mountains, the sun about to break through. This little game is fun to do Just close your eyes, no way to lose And I'm right here, I'm going too Release control, we're breaking through
January 1, 2026 at 4:49 PM
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miquai.bsky.social
This holiday’s board game obsession 🐣
Wingspan
January 1, 2026 at 5:45 PM
sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
my sister texted me to let me know she ordered me a vegan zebra cake which is in fact a very. big. deal. 🦓
January 1, 2026 at 5:41 PM
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guided body scan meditation 🧘‍♀️
insig.ht
January 1, 2026 at 4:56 PM
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subtrauma.bsky.social
There she is, Happy New Year
Cloudy dawn skies, the sun's glow cracking through between the clouds and the mountain tops. dawn of new connections
January 1, 2026 at 3:39 PM
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ooh yes
this is what we call voice
#booksky
the cover of THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE THE TIME WAR by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, depicting a red cardinal and blue bird
January 1, 2026 at 2:49 PM
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how thoughtful 🥰
the dedication page from the book “This is How You Lose the Time War” by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone reads: To you. PS. Yes, you.
January 1, 2026 at 2:25 PM