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[he :: they]

Not the first night-wildered scribbler to cat-call the void—but it never looks back.
Quite mad . web : https://rl-powell.com
Insta : @r.l_powell

EIC :|: aprosexia.org :|:
🦋 :: @aprosexia.org, etc.
I first understood Silence = Death when I was 12, and the truth in that has never diminished.

Finding the right words to break the silence can seem impossible; but the one that’s broken tyranny, and toppled the machinery of hate throughout history is the same:

“No.”

#resist
September 13, 2025 at 3:27 PM
As I accumulate a spotty and inconstant history of posts on this app—here is a pandemic video I forgot I’d made—when it was just me and him in the apartment for 14 months—straight.
August 6, 2025 at 9:57 AM
Pittsburgh? I asked the universe what it knew of this. Who sends mails me letter in quality, heavy gauge paper from Pittsburgh? I have been nice to anyone from there.

But I was wrong! Thank you, @the-engine-idling.bsky.social for the lovely stickers, and the card.
August 1, 2025 at 9:08 PM
This is Lupi. He is not my dog. But my sister rescued him in Costa Rica, after he was run over by a motorcycle. He has been fine for years, but still wants your sympathy . . . all. the. time.
July 10, 2025 at 12:12 PM
I’ve never been a huge fan of the mid-day sun—but, feeling like I’ve been confined to my desk next to the air conditioner for a week, I’ve started to quiz myself: where have I been happy in uncomfortably hot, sunny places?

Oh right—Rome. If anyone buys me a ticket, I promise to send pretty photos.
July 6, 2025 at 8:57 PM
In a way, encountering keen, unfamiliar words at a time of incalculable grief can be a real gift—the knife twists, and silence can do all the existential crying for you.

On the other hand, how about I pretend I din’t have feelings—and poetry can go jump in the fucking lake.
July 6, 2025 at 12:09 AM
And then, one day, the poet woke up and it was Pride—
June 28, 2025 at 10:03 PM
On a separate note, when the husband said that he’d be taking up baking as a hobby, I didn’t fully appreciate that by “baking” he meant “become a European pastry chef”—not a problem, per se—but it get’s hot in the summer, and I don’t like exercise anymore.
June 21, 2025 at 7:42 PM
I may not be the most civic minded instigator or sound-byte worthy user of social media—but I do live with this guy, and cats that look they’re going to murder someone directly after a photoshoot never go out of style.
June 12, 2025 at 5:10 PM
This early in the game, I feel like it’s confusing the issue, but APROSEXIA LIT has an account of its own, and needs some love to keep to itself:

@aprosexia.bsky.social
June 9, 2025 at 12:00 PM
If poets are angst ridden, it’s because of things like leaving them to greet the dawn without access to a vice. I was willing to accept coffee.
May 29, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Send in your (best) crazy stuff!
May 25, 2025 at 4:00 PM
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May 16, 2025 at 9:56 PM