Kay Bolya
kaybolya.bsky.social
Kay Bolya
@kaybolya.bsky.social
Professor, student, poet, indie author, too busy for my own good
Trump announced a 5000% increase in all numbers, in ICE raids, cruel and inhumane
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December 2, 2025 at 4:26 PM
I got my tickle-me-wiggly out of his
Naughty isolation bag, showed my loved ones
How little I’ll spend on Black Friday.
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Want more? www.kaitlynbolyard.com/publications
November 29, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Today I learned the term "dink" isn't as innocuous as I thought. I've always used it to mean "double income, no kids" but of course it has another more inappropriate meaning (probably multiple).
April 3, 2025 at 8:55 PM
Our Free Country (a BlueSky poem):
To prevent drunk texts, my phone now only
Opens if I can pass a breathalyzer. On top of that

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March 27, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Which Leaders to Hate (a BlueSky poem):
Loopholes in the law still allow
Trans youth to exist alongside the
Salad, sausage, and salsa you so heavily salt.

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March 25, 2025 at 2:48 PM
For a Reason (a bluesky poem):
If no judge can overrule the president,
More trans patients will find themselves with depressive symptoms,
Overcoming near-death experiences.

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March 18, 2025 at 4:17 PM
What Weakness Really Looks Like (a Bluesky poem)

The Holy Royal Cardinal with a 3-foot vertical leap
Greets us on this eve,
Proving patience is no longer a virtue.

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March 2, 2025 at 6:25 PM
We Are Here (A Bluesky Poem)

In here, we need help,
Anything gained from experience,
Anything at home, not spending money,
Wondering if the darkest roast will be dark as our souls.

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March 1, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Happening today. Free and open to the public. I will be attending via Zoom because I'm not in Chicago today.
February 19, 2025 at 10:18 PM
The first sprouts have arrived - the mesclun lettuce mix I planted a few days ago.
February 19, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Not really a meme, but I think this pic is accurate.
February 4, 2025 at 11:16 PM
What I'm (re)reading now:
February 4, 2025 at 11:13 PM
Making time for "white space" and reflection: www.forbes.com/sites/traver...
January 30, 2025 at 5:51 PM
I'm back to working on New-Age Nightmares, the second book in the Chords of Prophecy Series. Nyx is trying to interpret her dreams with the help of Madame Rosivda's tarot readings. Right now, the focus is the Queen of Coins.

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January 27, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Everything that is Happening (a BlueSky poem): Tampons in men's grocery stores offend your oh-so sensitive hearts.

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January 25, 2025 at 6:24 PM
What I'm reading now
January 25, 2025 at 4:05 AM
January 25, 2025 at 4:02 AM
The Battle to Come (a Bluesky poem): What a year to smell pizza while the world explodes. Textbook example of how WWIII began, in confusion and fireworks forming an American flag. (continued in comments)

Image by GR Stocks on Unsplash.
January 24, 2025 at 4:34 PM
Changing Channels (a Bluesky poem): How dare a religious leader protest an execute order about trans people, skating past the man in the women's bathroom who was assigned female at birth.

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Image by Erik Mclean on Unsplash.
January 24, 2025 at 4:15 PM
If they think this will turn me into a Trump supporter, they've got another think coming.
January 19, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Starting my day with coffee and a book
January 12, 2025 at 1:06 PM
This Year, Almost Over (a poem): Gowns taken by escaped patients demonstrate how religion hijacking morality leads only to degradation.

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December 16, 2024 at 5:28 PM
Some Therapy (a Bluesky poem): Those damn Mary Janes I just had to wear don't like me either, it seems.

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December 14, 2024 at 4:28 PM
Devastating (a poem): I belong down there with the sewer people, counting sludge at the ocean's open mouth.

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December 9, 2024 at 7:05 PM
The Monster Under My Bed (a poem):

I want a loaner dad, one that would pull an all-nighter to make sure I'm alright, that doesn't care I wasn't born a boy.

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December 5, 2024 at 5:31 PM