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Cat Ingrid Leeches
@leeches.bsky.social
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Writer, weird stuff enthusiast. Nonbinary (they/them). I love zines and bad-bad art. If it is not bad enough, I will not love it.
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Almost stepped on this baby today 🐍
September 8, 2025 at 1:18 AM
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Some folks have started receiving their preorders of I Wander the Earth, Hungry for Semen, and I’ve loved seeing your photos and messages. Thank you for sharing them with me! If you haven’t picked up a copy yet and would like to, it’s still available through @carrionbloombooks.bsky.social.
A copy of my book, I Wander the Earth, Hungry for Semen, peeking out from beneath a sculpture/bench. The sculpture looks like a bird but has four fingered hands. In the foreground: my book, I Wander the Earth, Hungry for Semen. In the background: Leonora Carrington’s sculpture, Cocodrilo, in Mexico City.
July 17, 2025 at 7:36 PM
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A quick reminder that this reading is tomorrow! DM me if you want the registration link.
A flyer for an online poetry reading: Wednesday, June 25th / 7 pm CST Readers include: Lagnajita Mukhopadhyay, Steph Patterson, Imani Warren, Nicole Yurcaba, Cat Ingrid Leeches, Sam Wright Fairbanks
June 24, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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Thank you so much @saramatson.bsky.social for inviting me to be a part of your awesome reading series.

If you come through, DM me your address and I’ll send you a weird doodle in the mail (totally optional, I just thought it would be fun).
A flyer for a reading! It will take place on Zoom, Wednesday, June 25th…7 pm CST The reading is hosted by Sara Matson and features: Lagnajita Mukhopadhyay, Steph Patterson, Imani Warren, Nicole Yurcaba, Cat Ingrid Leeches, and Sam Wright Fairbanks
June 16, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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Entry #10 is live right now 🐀🦇✨
Diary Entry #10 Were the spirits quieted by the plague, or could we just not hear them anymore? Do you remember the first time we made love? My nose swiveled to and fro, I smelled shit clinging to someone’s rectum. You do not nourish your bowels enough. I condemn you in this way and you know why. The only way to get rid of an infestation is to give into it. Rats, like desire, run out of your body, and I flick them away with my tongue. They have never been denied access to you. I tell you that you must fornicate with whatever is at hand. Stuff yourself with so much longing that you are no longer human. Only then, will they all flee from your body, some as slender as a thumbnail. You will probably be dead.
June 13, 2025 at 3:34 PM
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My campy, oozy hybrid plague journal is now live in issue 3 of @anewsession.com! The first entry is currently available, and new fragments of the diary will unlock every 1 hour and 43 minutes.

web.issue3.anewsession.com/story_index
Diary Entry #1 Before the plague, I was nothing but a stack of meat and a stick. I never thought about what was glorious to god. A child of the one faith smeared his fingers on my unbothered rims, and I took the hardest path in this life, initiated by a sharp intake of air into my lungs and everyone in this city felt a little woozy at once. It was his disused hand that cried out first—over what we all felt like was lost, but could not name. The body died later in the night, the boy the next day, and I’m still here flowered in the pageantry of his last rites.
June 6, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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I’m babysitting two precious monsters: Bowl (pictured) and Ode (not pictured).
A tabby kitten on a white blanket
May 30, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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I’m depressed (sunshine makes me moody) and I bought over-priced stickers at a tourist shop today. I felt these two in my bones though, like I had no will at all:
Sticker shop display. One says, “Masturbate & Dump him.”
April 12, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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New Orleans has some great feral cats ✨🦇
A black cat getting his chin scratched A black cat getting his chin scratched A black cat sitting on a side walk
April 11, 2025 at 2:41 AM
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I’m headed to the New Orleans Poetry Festival. I love the coast and the way it oozes inside my disgruntled, oily tissues. We saw dolphins on the ferry. We treat each grackle we meet like a celebrity.
My foot (pale & pink) is hovering over wet sand. I’m wearing a clock ring on my toe. Leg hair is poking out from rolled up blue jeans
April 10, 2025 at 4:07 PM
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Once, I named a foster kitten Saint Theresa of the Ecstatic Tire Iron AKA purrrrvert and he was adopted by a friend who was a secret, deeply devout Catholic. This was her poster.

We haven’t spoken in years. I wonder if the kitten is now Catholic.
A whimsical poster of a kitten riding a skate board made of blood. The kitten has a mermaid tail. Jeff Bezos laughing, disembodied head is floating in the right hand corner. Text says: digital dreams of a miscreant/cannibal/“kitten”
March 21, 2025 at 7:26 PM
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Has anyone else read Ugliness by Moshtari Hilal? I’m digging it so far
I’m holding the book Ugliness by Moshtari Hilal in my right hand. It’s resting against a table top.
March 8, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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I wake up and anxiety is there/ in bed I fall backward/ the Earth’s surface disappears / there is soil and water and metal/ blood’s recipe/ the nurse takes the child away/ for a long time his cries carry down the hall/ my hands miss him like skin/ what has the child cost/what has the child cost me/ I wake up and I’m about to die
February 14, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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“She was always in want of pity. She lived for pity. Give it to me, Anna thought as she told her colleagues about her awful pains, I want to drink their pity like semen, her mind screamed”
The novel My Work by Olga Ravn resting on a small brown table. Translated from Danish by Sophia Hersi Smith and Jennifer Russell
February 14, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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Artist Frank Moore predicted the existence and career of Robert Pattinson (tbh, I think Pattinson was alive in 94, but I doubt he had gone through puberty yet)
Frank Moore’s painting, “Gulliver Awake” (1994-95) oil on canvas on panel with enamel frame In the center of the painting a very large man who resembles Robert Pattinson is lying down on what resembles white marshmallows, pills, or a collection of tiny pillows. He is surrounded by people much smaller than him who are restraining his body with rope.
December 31, 2024 at 9:42 PM
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This is what I’m reading now that my grades are (finally, FINALLY) in:
A picture of four books on a table. 1. How to Fuck Like a Girl by Vera Blossom 2. The Book Is A Tower Always Never Watching by Rachel Zavecz 3. The Devils of Loudun by Aldous Huxley 4. The Tower of Love by Rachilde (translated by Jennifer Higgins)
December 17, 2024 at 2:35 PM
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Hey poets, you are really good at hurting my fucking feelings. Stop it.
An ad for an unfurnished 1 bedroom apartment for rent. All utilities included. No poets. No smoking. Available July 1st.
December 12, 2024 at 3:32 PM
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Timely, no? “Louis XVI Goes To The Guillotine” by Benjamin Péret and translated by Charles Simic.
The original French of A photo of a poem in an anthology. The poem begins with… Stink stink stink /What’s that stink/ It’s Louis XVI that bad egg/and his head drops into the basket/his rotten head
December 8, 2024 at 5:15 PM
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A controversial opinion: I love the notes/annotations left by strangers in library books. It makes me feel weirdly alive.
A picture of the book Cinders by Jacques Derrida (U of Nebraska edition) translated/edited by Ned Lukacher. A handwritten note at the top of the first page. It reads, “This one”
November 23, 2024 at 1:04 AM
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Look, I’m trying really hard to post less of my personal life on social media. HOWEVER, this little cat owns my mind, body, and soul and is responsible for a great deal of my brain rot (I happily lap up her parasites). If you have such a creature, feel free to show me pictures ANY TIME.
A calico cat laying on a white blanket. She’s on her back, facing up, looking at the camera. A close up of my calico cat’s face. Her eyes are wide and look a bit silly.
November 21, 2024 at 5:23 PM
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Something, something the duality of man…
A picture of two books on a table. The first book is a Manga, Happiness by Shuzo Oshimi. The second book is Communal Nude: Collected Essays by Robert Glück.
November 21, 2024 at 2:25 PM
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2 brains, 1 cup!
The book Snow by Lara Glenum nestled in a pothos plant hanging from a hook.
November 19, 2024 at 4:05 PM
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I love walking around town in the morning and getting to know the locals.

(This cat is not mine! He came and said hello, and then told his friends I was ok. I got to pet quite a few kitties as a result.)
An orange and white cat posing for a photo. An orange and white cat sniffing my hand.
November 14, 2024 at 12:55 PM
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This is an interview with Marie Redonnet that appears at the end of this edition of Forever Valley (translated by Jordan Stump/UNP edition). In particular I’m drawn to:

“…a poetic power make visible that which has been neither described nor expressed by metaphor, but rather only evoked.”
A picture of a page at the end of an edition of Forever Valley by Marie Redonnet (translated by Jordan Stump). There’s an interview at the end of the book.
November 13, 2024 at 8:38 PM
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Children are naturally gifted in the arena of folk horror.
A mask painted like a tabby cat, dried flowers are glued on as well. A cat mask painted red and orange. Dried flowers are glued on. The mask resembles a cat unicorn.
November 13, 2024 at 2:00 AM