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Dreams and Dogwoods Poetry Project
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Appalachia-grown, NYC-based poetry, children's literature, and zines. Appalachian surrealist. Disability and queerness inform my work. Read more at dreamsanddogwoods.wordpress.com.
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Lightning Bug, a poem about the sanctity of life even for the smallest creatures #poem #poetrysky #writingcommunity #writing #queerpoets
September 26, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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Birthed from a whale, a poem from my Dreamscapes collection. Read the whole collection at the link in bio. #actuallyautistic #neurodivergentpoets #queerpoets #poetrysky #poem #appalachia #surrealist
September 23, 2025 at 11:24 AM
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A poem experimenting with the feeling of autistic joy gathered from the small details throughout a day. #actuallyautistic #neurodivergentpoets #queerpoets #poetrysky #poem #writingcommunity #writing
September 21, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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Generations, a poem. #poem #poetrysky #queerpoets
September 20, 2025 at 11:57 PM
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Empty Mourning, a poem. #poem #poetrysky #queerpoets #neurodivergentpoets #appalachianpoets
My dog lifelessly draped in the ripped gray plaid bed slumped between our door and the foyer Clutching his body, I fruitlessly grasped his few last breaths to try and keep them contained in his small chest But like little ribbons of sunlight peeking through a partially-drawn curtain They slipped through to heaven one-by-one My touch was the last hand he felt, at least it was gentle not drunken Until the body was graced over my fireplace as my mother whisked me away to my grandparents’ house Thick, calloused hands from punching down my bedroom door Empty mourning, you would not mourn for me
September 19, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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A poem about my grandmother. #poetrysky
dried hydrangeas By dreams and dogwoods Dried hydrangeas Frozen in time My grandmother's soul At the bottom of the vase Is she begging for justice? Is it my own anger at God? When dancing in her living room I brush a delicate petal It falls And she is at peace
September 18, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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Cabbage Patches and Imaginary Friends, a poem:
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September 17, 2025 at 11:56 AM
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Candlelight, a poem.

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Melt me down into wax Light me and let me perfume your room I don't worship the same god as you A false idol, You strut about pridefully In your damp, Dark, Molding home Snuff out your candle Let my steadfastness warm you
September 16, 2025 at 9:06 PM