Dr. Alexandria Szeman
@dralexandriasz.bsky.social
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“Each morning as we walk the farm’s perimeter, we find victims of the butcher birds. Sometimes we see one of the birds itself. My daughter doesn’t like the look of it, and she doesn't want it to shriek.”
The Butcher Birds | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4fsii
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The Butcher Birds | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4fsii
#MondayBlogs #Poem
November 24, 2025 at 4:09 PM
“Each morning as we walk the farm’s perimeter, we find victims of the butcher birds. Sometimes we see one of the birds itself. My daughter doesn’t like the look of it, and she doesn't want it to shriek.”
The Butcher Birds | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4fsii
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The Butcher Birds | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4fsii
#MondayBlogs #Poem
There is a ghost who walks my garden each night, summer or winter, rain or snow, and this ghost causes quite a furor in the village…
The Ghost Walk | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4fr6y
#Poem #MondayBlogs #Memoir
The Ghost Walk | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4fr6y
#Poem #MondayBlogs #Memoir
November 24, 2025 at 11:04 AM
There is a ghost who walks my garden each night, summer or winter, rain or snow, and this ghost causes quite a furor in the village…
The Ghost Walk | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4fr6y
#Poem #MondayBlogs #Memoir
The Ghost Walk | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4fr6y
#Poem #MondayBlogs #Memoir
Last night I dreamt of you, after all these years, and you were lying in my arms, and your eyes so blue, like something out of a romance novel, only better, because at last you were mine...
In the Thin Places | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/3n469cc
#MondayBlogs #Memoir #Poem
In the Thin Places | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/3n469cc
#MondayBlogs #Memoir #Poem
November 24, 2025 at 6:04 AM
Last night I dreamt of you, after all these years, and you were lying in my arms, and your eyes so blue, like something out of a romance novel, only better, because at last you were mine...
In the Thin Places | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/3n469cc
#MondayBlogs #Memoir #Poem
In the Thin Places | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/3n469cc
#MondayBlogs #Memoir #Poem
“Everything that happens emerges out of what preceded it. Everything we do now becomes a condition for what is possible later.”
— Stephen Batchelor, Buddhism without Beliefs: A Contemporary Guide to Awakening
— Stephen Batchelor, Buddhism without Beliefs: A Contemporary Guide to Awakening
November 22, 2025 at 6:09 PM
“Everything that happens emerges out of what preceded it. Everything we do now becomes a condition for what is possible later.”
— Stephen Batchelor, Buddhism without Beliefs: A Contemporary Guide to Awakening
— Stephen Batchelor, Buddhism without Beliefs: A Contemporary Guide to Awakening
The Lies Our Parents Tell Us | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47mgw
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
November 17, 2025 at 4:09 PM
The Lies Our Parents Tell Us | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47mgw
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
November 17, 2025 at 3:35 PM
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
November 17, 2025 at 11:04 AM
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem
November 17, 2025 at 6:04 AM
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The Alexandria Papers Newsletter #156 | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4eqcy
#MentalHealth #Migraine #Trauma #Books
#MentalHealth #Migraine #Trauma #Books
November 16, 2025 at 4:44 PM
The Alexandria Papers Newsletter #156 | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4eqcy
#MentalHealth #Migraine #Trauma #Books
#MentalHealth #Migraine #Trauma #Books
Last night I dreamt of you, after all these years, and you were lying in my arms, and your eyes so blue, like something out of a romance novel, only better, because at last you were mine...
In the Thin Places | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/3n469cc
#MondayBlogs #Memoir #Poem
In the Thin Places | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/3n469cc
#MondayBlogs #Memoir #Poem
November 10, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Last night I dreamt of you, after all these years, and you were lying in my arms, and your eyes so blue, like something out of a romance novel, only better, because at last you were mine...
In the Thin Places | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/3n469cc
#MondayBlogs #Memoir #Poem
In the Thin Places | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/3n469cc
#MondayBlogs #Memoir #Poem
There is a ghost who walks my garden each night, summer or winter, rain or snow, and this ghost causes quite a furor in the village…
The Ghost Walk | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4dmnp
#Poem #MondayBlogs #Memoir
The Ghost Walk | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4dmnp
#Poem #MondayBlogs #Memoir
November 10, 2025 at 11:04 AM
There is a ghost who walks my garden each night, summer or winter, rain or snow, and this ghost causes quite a furor in the village…
The Ghost Walk | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4dmnp
#Poem #MondayBlogs #Memoir
The Ghost Walk | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4dmnp
#Poem #MondayBlogs #Memoir
“Each morning as we walk the farm’s perimeter, we find victims of the butcher birds. Sometimes we see one of the birds itself. My daughter doesn’t like the look of it, and she doesn't want it to shriek.”
The Butcher Birds | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4dm5d
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The Butcher Birds | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4dm5d
#MondayBlogs #Poem
November 10, 2025 at 6:04 AM
“Each morning as we walk the farm’s perimeter, we find victims of the butcher birds. Sometimes we see one of the birds itself. My daughter doesn’t like the look of it, and she doesn't want it to shriek.”
The Butcher Birds | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4dm5d
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The Butcher Birds | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4dm5d
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Hang in there!
November 6, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Hang in there!
The Lies Our Parents Tell Us | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47mgw
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
November 3, 2025 at 4:09 PM
The Lies Our Parents Tell Us | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47mgw
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
November 3, 2025 at 11:04 AM
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
November 3, 2025 at 6:04 AM
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
The Alexandria Papers Newsletter #155 | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4ckup
#Migraine #MentalHealth #Poem #Memoir
#Migraine #MentalHealth #Poem #Memoir
November 3, 2025 at 1:05 AM
The Alexandria Papers Newsletter #155 | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/4ckup
#Migraine #MentalHealth #Poem #Memoir
#Migraine #MentalHealth #Poem #Memoir
The Lies Our Parents Tell Us | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47mgw
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
October 13, 2025 at 6:14 PM
The Lies Our Parents Tell Us | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47mgw
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
October 13, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
October 13, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
The Lies Our Parents Tell Us | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47mgw
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
October 6, 2025 at 6:14 PM
The Lies Our Parents Tell Us | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47mgw
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
The lies our parents tell us begin in childhood... and we swallow the lies because we’re so hungry, because the lies are all we have...
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
October 6, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Should, Should Not (a poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47n9p
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
A woman should not love a man, but if she does, she should keep the child of their breath close to her heart. A man, when he loves a woman, should not use words that are dear to her...
#MondayBlogs
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
October 6, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem #Memoir
I love October
October 4, 2025 at 3:35 PM
I love October
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem
September 22, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Holiday (memoir, poem) | @DrAlexandriaSZ.bsky.social vist.ly/47pzj
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem
Late this morning your first wife phoned, from where it is not raining: your three children huddled around, chirping, while the cat lapped milk from their cereal bowls.
#MondayBlogs #Poem