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Edie Meade
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Got moss?
Writer, musician, shuffling in with assorted grocery bags. | Work in Invisible City, Atlas & Alice, The Normal School, Litro, Heavy Feather Review | Novels incoming soon 🤞
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"The people outraged about [climate protesters symbolically defacing art] are often people who cuts arts funding."
Actor Josh O'Connor interviewed by Dazed Digital: "The people outraged about that are often people who cuts arts funding."
October 25, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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A single leaf: turns orange

Me:
Lenny Kravitz wearing blanket-sized knit scarf with knit cap and suede booties while walking on a city sidewalk
September 28, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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Two worlds at once.
Reflection of a bedroom, including my own face, against profiles of buildings at night.
September 28, 2025 at 2:46 AM
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little list in the pocket of my heart
Grocery list written by a child: milk, corrots, breed, coffe, ice cream, stw (strawberry, crossed out) grapes
September 21, 2025 at 10:34 PM
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A father pushes a bicycle carrying two sleeping toddlers in Gaza city. A mother of five describes leaving their home and husband during Israeli bombardment of Gaza city. A side-by-side comparison of the flattened Gaza City. "Whole residential blocks were leveled on top of their inhabitants" in Gaza.
September 16, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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New selfie just dropped.
A full moon rises behind a craggy branch.
August 10, 2025 at 2:03 AM
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Let this execrable publication decompose in the filth it has thus piled. I hope these people dream of Nuremberg, because I sure as hell do.
Screenshot of New York Times opinion piece by Bret Stephens titled "No, Israel Is Not Committing Genocide in Gaza." May god have mercy on his soul.
July 23, 2025 at 1:35 AM
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I like my men like I like my flowers.
A man in a blue jean jacket sits on a boulder looking out at a mountain ridge blue with atmospheric distance. A tiny pincushion of white flowers bloom from the crack in a rock.
July 9, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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It's a beautiful thing.
A father sits on driftwood with two children at a bay.
June 15, 2025 at 9:34 PM
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What are we doing on this pale blue dot, oh my god. My heart is broken.
Headline from The Guardian: "UN says 14,000 babies could die in Gaza in next 48 hours under Israeli aid blockade"
May 20, 2025 at 11:06 PM
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He is risen? There's a toad in our garden dirt! The boys named him Kenny. They set up a little shallow bowl of water and some rocks. "Now he has a place to meditate." Will keep you posted. Toad maintenance advice welcome. #HotToadSummer
Grumpy toad hiding in dirt. Corner of a bare brick flowerbed decorated with painted river rocks and a yellow, square water dish.
April 20, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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Started writing a new novel. Blank booking it this time because so much on and via the computer really bums me out.
Fresh blank book with a periwinkle blue cover, on a tabbed and worn cork book atop a glass tabletop with coffee cup in the background.
April 19, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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Tender, shivering, hanging in there
Bounded by weathered wooden fence, a tree blossoms pink against a high sun.
April 2, 2025 at 1:01 AM
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And don't you ever forget it.
Red neon sign in empty storefront reads "y'all means everybody" next to a pink neon heart. Red neon sign reads "you are beautiful" in the window of an empty storefront.
March 22, 2025 at 1:04 AM
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Time slip.
Faded storefront featuring a "private property" sign and a stack of antique televisions, reflecting a city street at night.
March 20, 2025 at 1:00 AM
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Put before the thunderstorm with all the other toads.
A warty brown toad hides in a bed of brown leaves. Huge, red-streaked white blossom touched by a child's hand.
March 16, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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girl talk
Gray and white cat looking back at me to meow. Behind us is a brick building with a partially visible mural. Gray and white cat looking to the side as I take a selfie. Behind us is a brick building with a partially visible mural.
March 13, 2025 at 1:27 AM
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What it's all about.
A father sits with two small boys on a dilapidated dock beside a marsh with yellow grass and bare trees.
March 2, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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We live in the liminal spaces.
A thin stand of trees and power lines run along a highway, dark against an orange sunset. We live in the liminal spaces. Yesterday the teen son of my old school friend was killed after wrecking his dirt bike on their road. We texted after 2 in the morning, an hour meaningless to grief. He died having fun with his friends, she said. He died in the sunshine. I don't know how we live on and on, except that we do it. We stand like the trees, blocking the wind by taking it, taking all of it. This morning I called my mom and both of us knew why without knowing how to say it. A thousand quiet conversations in our little town, all the school kids shaken by the empty chair. Every generation is dealt the blow, without exception, and it never ceases to be shocking.
February 27, 2025 at 9:04 PM
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calling all strays
Selfie with white and gray cat sticking out its tongue. In a shop window, a red and white sign reads, "private sign / do not read".
February 24, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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I feel you.
A small island of dark trees in the middle of the James River near Hopewell, Virginia. In the background, massive but distant factories against a brilliant late sunset.
February 23, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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The meaning of life.
A list of things you can do with your body, written by a 6-year-old: Feel what things are like; We [could] play; We can run; We can jump; We can see; We can imagine; We can do art; We can dance; We can sing
February 21, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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I'm 47 today. I've been practicing trumpet this year because I believe in the power of beginning again. I pass this tree that has a shock of new grass growing from the wound of a lost limb. The wound becomes the womb. We begin and begin again. Let the plants teach us how.
Green blades of grass grow from the knothole of a tree in a thin woods. Sunlight puts a family out of focus in the background.
February 10, 2025 at 8:46 PM
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still standing, standing still
Bare tree in scrub field with glaring sun in a clear blue sky.
February 9, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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A trusted process.
Closeup of moss against sunlit woods. Moss tendrils reaching for sunlight. Variety of moss, mostly rust and turquoise colored, on a rotten log. View of family out of focus beyond a moss-covered tree stump in woods.
February 7, 2025 at 10:40 PM