Jaq Tweedie
@jaqtweedie.bsky.social
Poet. Muse. Paid my dues.
https://dunbarnoon.blogspot.com/
https://dunbarnoon.blogspot.com/
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Cronus at the drive thru:
“tell me about your kids meal.”
“tell me about your kids meal.”
October 21, 2023 at 8:11 AM
Cronus at the drive thru:
“tell me about your kids meal.”
“tell me about your kids meal.”
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"I am putting on my helmet and my smoked-glass goggles and getting in a half-burnt car and riding an endless stream of glassy melted processed cheese right out of here, off the page, straight to hell." theswordandthesandwich.substack.com/p/notable-sa...
Notable Sandwiches #73: The Gerber
A St. Louis delicacy that I cannot bring myself to give a shit about
theswordandthesandwich.substack.com
October 20, 2023 at 8:54 PM
"I am putting on my helmet and my smoked-glass goggles and getting in a half-burnt car and riding an endless stream of glassy melted processed cheese right out of here, off the page, straight to hell." theswordandthesandwich.substack.com/p/notable-sa...
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Yeah well I’m sorry we ever met.
October 16, 2023 at 6:34 PM
Yeah well I’m sorry we ever met.
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orrery husband is an unimaginably powerful asset
My husband is an artist who makes orreries (clockwork planetary models) out of metal and glass. When I was struggling to finish my novel, he made me a deal: if I finished the book, he'd make me an orrery based on the world of my novel.
It's freaking BEAUTIFUL.
It's freaking BEAUTIFUL.
October 16, 2023 at 8:30 PM
orrery husband is an unimaginably powerful asset
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...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
October 14, 2023 at 9:14 PM
...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
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You’re very welcome! I’m always happy to chat. About the monastery, poetry, whatever. I’m usually around throwing poems about.
Here’s one that kinda ties in to all this:
Here’s one that kinda ties in to all this:
October 14, 2023 at 3:31 AM
You’re very welcome! I’m always happy to chat. About the monastery, poetry, whatever. I’m usually around throwing poems about.
Here’s one that kinda ties in to all this:
Here’s one that kinda ties in to all this:
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What is this grief?
I have grown so used to
this stone in my chest
that I will often forget
its weight even as
I carry it through my days.
Until some reminder spark
and it crushes me
to nothing but tears.
What is this grief?
It is so much
that I cannot comprehend,
yet I have no choice
but to carry.
I have grown so used to
this stone in my chest
that I will often forget
its weight even as
I carry it through my days.
Until some reminder spark
and it crushes me
to nothing but tears.
What is this grief?
It is so much
that I cannot comprehend,
yet I have no choice
but to carry.
I walked by a monument to COVID health care workers on the Hudson River a few weeks ago and realized, "wow, a million people died and nobody even stopped to mourn it."
It was the first time I saw any monument to COVID deaths because we've politicized a million dead people. It's been 3+ years.
It was the first time I saw any monument to COVID deaths because we've politicized a million dead people. It's been 3+ years.
I wish we could have an international day of mourning for every life lost. An acknowledgement that we all suffer when anyone suffers and that we cannot be free when someone else is not, and that every life, regardless of whose, is precious. And worthy of our weeping.
October 13, 2023 at 12:11 AM
What is this grief?
I have grown so used to
this stone in my chest
that I will often forget
its weight even as
I carry it through my days.
Until some reminder spark
and it crushes me
to nothing but tears.
What is this grief?
It is so much
that I cannot comprehend,
yet I have no choice
but to carry.
I have grown so used to
this stone in my chest
that I will often forget
its weight even as
I carry it through my days.
Until some reminder spark
and it crushes me
to nothing but tears.
What is this grief?
It is so much
that I cannot comprehend,
yet I have no choice
but to carry.
ddmmyyyy
01082023
The bed is a womb
I am born out of it
into the searing light
The bed is a boat
I am borne out on it
into a seaquake
The boat is a book
I am reading and writing and
editing it
01082023
The bed is a womb
I am born out of it
into the searing light
The bed is a boat
I am borne out on it
into a seaquake
The boat is a book
I am reading and writing and
editing it
October 13, 2023 at 5:31 AM
ddmmyyyy
01082023
The bed is a womb
I am born out of it
into the searing light
The bed is a boat
I am borne out on it
into a seaquake
The boat is a book
I am reading and writing and
editing it
01082023
The bed is a womb
I am born out of it
into the searing light
The bed is a boat
I am borne out on it
into a seaquake
The boat is a book
I am reading and writing and
editing it