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kristin
@klooky.bsky.social
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poet. chingona. i'm going back to bed.

writing: www.theanimaleats.com
more writing: https://linktr.ee/klooky
chapbook: https://www.kristinlueke.com/shop/p/here-i-show-you-a-human-heart
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this is my favorite and only poem i've ever written about flipping the bird and/or punching

big love to michigan city review for publishing mcrb.neocities.org/threeformcrb
fist to my middle finger stand up or be collected friend. say nothing that doesn't improve the odds we all survive this.
November 21, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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i take care of me so that i may take care of others
my muted words include but are not limited to: nuzzi (as in ol what's her nut) fellow white people IQ it's not much but it helps
November 19, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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cerrillos, new mexico checking in 🫡
the night sky's all hazy red from the northern lights and starry to boot, with silhouettes of trees and hills making it look dramatic and pleasant as hell
November 12, 2025 at 4:39 AM
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not proud of myself
thundercat with bread ass
November 6, 2025 at 7:23 PM
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hell yah miguel james
against the police by miguel james: My entire Oeuvre is against the police If I write a Love poem it’s against the police And if I sing the nakedness of bodies I sing against the police And if I make this Earth a metaphor I make a metaphor against the police If I speak wildly in my poems I speak against the police And if I manage to create a poem it’s against the police I haven’t written a single word, a verse, a stanza that isn’t against the police All my prose is against the police My entire Oeuvre Including this poem My whole Oeuvre Is against the police.
November 2, 2025 at 2:16 PM
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yes ha ha ha YES
October 26, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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POEM, LAKE. CHICAGO! 10/27. bring your own candle and a poem to read.
October 22, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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mimsy forever mother fuckers
October 16, 2025 at 11:16 PM
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just a little window time, for better living 🪶
October 6, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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crocs smell like my feet and flowers, we are bound to what we love
sweet brown dog napping sweetly atop the crocs with wildflowers in em
September 21, 2025 at 5:55 PM
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husband gone for the week post crocs
a beige pair of crocs has become beautiful with purple aster and russian sage, yellow chamisa and orange globemallow
September 21, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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turned 42 yesterday, rode a horse with my friends about it
three people who love each other dearly atop three beautiful brown missouri foxtrotters in front of a very large sky and the ortiz mountains
September 19, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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big news for the big dawgs who love their wives
national wife day!!!!?????
September 17, 2025 at 6:54 PM
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today i seen a bird i first saw as an egg, and last saw the day it fledged, it is alive, living and learning to stay that way. 🪶
a very well constructed cup nest in a cholla containing three light blue thrasher eggs two fledgling thrashers preparing to fledge
August 28, 2025 at 10:12 PM
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i think eating a tree star could fix me
August 26, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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if anyone needs my mom she's at gym getting her flow going
DM from my mother, who is perfect: "at gym getting my flow going"
August 23, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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i'm reading poems in santa fe, friday night, no shoes allowed, byo feelings
August 21, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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sonny bear turned five yesterday i hope he lives for thirty years
brown dog with a black muzzle and sweet eyes sits like a very good boy with his party hat on brown dog and his friend kristin on the ground together grinning like idiots
August 18, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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today *i* am the problem
August 15, 2025 at 7:09 PM
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you can trust me tiny thrashers 🪶
two tiny thrashers perched at the edge of a nest nestled in a gnarly cholla, preparing to fledge any day now
August 6, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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jude raw once said you should be allowed to hand a cop whatever trash you're holding and they were right
August 5, 2025 at 6:11 PM
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next time yr in canutillo, tx this is the spot
storefront for tamales lupita, legit as hell, capital de comida mexicana del mundo
August 4, 2025 at 12:34 AM
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gonna turn avocados to gold
old ass molcajete
August 4, 2025 at 12:30 AM
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wrote a poem called feelings come & go but teeth are forever. now it lives online, maybe forever, at @okaydonkeymag.com
poem called "feelings come & go but teeth are forever": bring me lord a herd of teeth big as buffalo to wrap around this apple. i ask so little, really—eight hours for sleep, eight hours outside, eight hours for what i will. what i will is water, mostly hot, to sit in til i’m decent. what i won’t is die working. i won’t shut up about solace, starlings, what i read on wikipedia. i won’t give my body to science, just birds, if i’m lucky. if anyone’s listening. i won’t listen to barbarous bullshit churned out by chickenshit senators paid by a body count so high it chased god from the room, i’d rather kiss a caterpillar, kick a cop, marry moonshine. i won’t make promises i can’t keep, i can’t promise i’ll be more patient. wouldn’t you know i won’t stay up past midnight if i can help it, you wouldn’t believe what i can help. i can’t help that i won’t wait for what i have to beg for. i won’t tell my body give me up, give me quiet but no more hells. there is no better devil. i choose nothing but us & by us i mean all of it, everything i won’t call anything but holy, bring me what i want.
August 2, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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gotta poem up in @birdcoatquarterly.bsky.social thank god, it's got people protecting each other in it, it's got philadelphia, a girl dad, murmuration, the possibility of mutually assured survival.

it's a good issue and i'm grateful to part of it

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poem called october, philadelphia: watching the world from where i am, i am togethered by the sight of it, mass of breathing bodies waving in the streets of pennsylvania, sharing watermelon, defiant & gorgeous. god of all gods, now a woman grips a key, believing. she is days ago & i am here, watching chicago, london, even orlando. i watch in the park where the kneeling pray, held in by woven arms— how joy moves in murmurations. fall jays flocking stay attentive, each one, to the seven at its side. you learn to live this way. a girl an age i was once sits high above the crowd. i understand her hair & wish her every braid. she is on a man’s shoulders, the man is broad. he has a daughter. he is holding both her hands—what she must know by now to be here. how summer fruit survives.
July 8, 2025 at 11:54 PM