R. L. Bennett
@rlbennettwrites.bsky.social
Writer, editor and photographer 🏳️🌈
Austin, TX | Denver, CO
✍️: Adult dystopian series
📖: Legends & Lattes
https://linktr.ee/rlbennettwrites
Austin, TX | Denver, CO
✍️: Adult dystopian series
📖: Legends & Lattes
https://linktr.ee/rlbennettwrites
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Hey there! My name is Rebecca. I’m a writer and photographer from Austin, Texas, where I live with my wife and our three housecreatures.
I’m currently writing a dystopian series. It’s both a scathing critique of Christian nationalism and a love letter to the beautiful, resilient queer community. 🌈
I’m currently writing a dystopian series. It’s both a scathing critique of Christian nationalism and a love letter to the beautiful, resilient queer community. 🌈
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Mini badlands in Bardenas desert, captured as a storm was approaching at sunset.
#photography #landscape #nature
#photography #landscape #nature
July 15, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Mini badlands in Bardenas desert, captured as a storm was approaching at sunset.
#photography #landscape #nature
#photography #landscape #nature
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O mammal, you are my love
O lovely I am lapsing into tulips for you, into lilies
—Day Heisinger-Nixon, from “Notes From a Field on Fire”
O lovely I am lapsing into tulips for you, into lilies
—Day Heisinger-Nixon, from “Notes From a Field on Fire”
July 15, 2025 at 7:58 PM
O mammal, you are my love
O lovely I am lapsing into tulips for you, into lilies
—Day Heisinger-Nixon, from “Notes From a Field on Fire”
O lovely I am lapsing into tulips for you, into lilies
—Day Heisinger-Nixon, from “Notes From a Field on Fire”
I didn’t know Andrea Gibson personally, but they had such a deep and profound impact on me through their work and the absolute lightbeam of a human they were. Rest in power, Andrea. Thank you. 🦋⚡️🌕 #poetry
Andrea Gibson - Homesick: A Plea For Our Planet (Official Video)
YouTube video by Andrea Gibson
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July 14, 2025 at 6:22 PM
I didn’t know Andrea Gibson personally, but they had such a deep and profound impact on me through their work and the absolute lightbeam of a human they were. Rest in power, Andrea. Thank you. 🦋⚡️🌕 #poetry
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“Is it not my purpose to see where, exactly, laughter has rivered around the eyes I adore?”
— Patrycja Humienik
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This poem appeared in We Contain Landscapes by Patrycja Humienik, published by Tin House, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Patrycja Humienik
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This poem appeared in We Contain Landscapes by Patrycja Humienik, published by Tin House, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
June 24, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“Is it not my purpose to see where, exactly, laughter has rivered around the eyes I adore?”
— Patrycja Humienik
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This poem appeared in We Contain Landscapes by Patrycja Humienik, published by Tin House, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Patrycja Humienik
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This poem appeared in We Contain Landscapes by Patrycja Humienik, published by Tin House, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
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i suppose i love this life
in spite of my clenched fist.
— andrea gibson
in spite of my clenched fist.
— andrea gibson
June 25, 2025 at 10:01 PM
i suppose i love this life
in spite of my clenched fist.
— andrea gibson
in spite of my clenched fist.
— andrea gibson
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This world of dew
is a world of dew,
and yet, and yet.
—Kobayashi Issa
is a world of dew,
and yet, and yet.
—Kobayashi Issa
June 26, 2025 at 2:46 PM
This world of dew
is a world of dew,
and yet, and yet.
—Kobayashi Issa
is a world of dew,
and yet, and yet.
—Kobayashi Issa
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“Who needs memories when you have / arms around your waist?”
— Shira Erlichman
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This poem appeared in Odes to Lithium by Shira Erlichman, published by Alice James Books, 2019. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Shira Erlichman
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This poem appeared in Odes to Lithium by Shira Erlichman, published by Alice James Books, 2019. Shared here with deep gratitude.
June 26, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“Who needs memories when you have / arms around your waist?”
— Shira Erlichman
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This poem appeared in Odes to Lithium by Shira Erlichman, published by Alice James Books, 2019. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Shira Erlichman
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This poem appeared in Odes to Lithium by Shira Erlichman, published by Alice James Books, 2019. Shared here with deep gratitude.
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Broken Glass
Lake Balaton, Hungary
Lake Balaton, Hungary
June 17, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Broken Glass
Lake Balaton, Hungary
Lake Balaton, Hungary
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Cruelty made me. Cruelty and the sweet smelling earth…
—Linda Gregg, from “Etiology”
—Linda Gregg, from “Etiology”
June 26, 2025 at 5:19 PM
Cruelty made me. Cruelty and the sweet smelling earth…
—Linda Gregg, from “Etiology”
—Linda Gregg, from “Etiology”
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I promise, I'll get a book out to you people before we all die in a fiery cataclysm. More than one, even. 🔥
June 22, 2025 at 4:50 AM
I promise, I'll get a book out to you people before we all die in a fiery cataclysm. More than one, even. 🔥
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
June 22, 2025 at 6:38 AM
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
“Call me blooming, always blooming.
I am more than what glimmers after the wreck.”
— Meg Ford, from “What is your worst memory?” in Wild/Hurt #poetry @buttonpoetry.bsky.social
I am more than what glimmers after the wreck.”
— Meg Ford, from “What is your worst memory?” in Wild/Hurt #poetry @buttonpoetry.bsky.social
May 28, 2025 at 10:54 PM
“Call me blooming, always blooming.
I am more than what glimmers after the wreck.”
— Meg Ford, from “What is your worst memory?” in Wild/Hurt #poetry @buttonpoetry.bsky.social
I am more than what glimmers after the wreck.”
— Meg Ford, from “What is your worst memory?” in Wild/Hurt #poetry @buttonpoetry.bsky.social
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"How to Build a Tree" from my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name.
March 31, 2025 at 5:24 PM
"How to Build a Tree" from my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name.
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A long exposure image in black and white, captured on the northern coast of Spain 🇪🇸
#photography
#nature
#ocean
#longexposure
#bw
#blackandwhite
#photography
#nature
#ocean
#longexposure
#bw
#blackandwhite
May 6, 2025 at 5:21 AM
A long exposure image in black and white, captured on the northern coast of Spain 🇪🇸
#photography
#nature
#ocean
#longexposure
#bw
#blackandwhite
#photography
#nature
#ocean
#longexposure
#bw
#blackandwhite
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A flower is a series of events in time
—Willa Carroll, from "Score for the Body Between Seed & Thorn"
—Willa Carroll, from "Score for the Body Between Seed & Thorn"
May 7, 2025 at 12:21 PM
A flower is a series of events in time
—Willa Carroll, from "Score for the Body Between Seed & Thorn"
—Willa Carroll, from "Score for the Body Between Seed & Thorn"
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Ikuspuntuak (II)
Shinrin Yoku
#nature #photography #landscape #woodland #spring #springtime #trees #misty #minimal #bluesky
Shinrin Yoku
#nature #photography #landscape #woodland #spring #springtime #trees #misty #minimal #bluesky
April 29, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Ikuspuntuak (II)
Shinrin Yoku
#nature #photography #landscape #woodland #spring #springtime #trees #misty #minimal #bluesky
Shinrin Yoku
#nature #photography #landscape #woodland #spring #springtime #trees #misty #minimal #bluesky
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“How will you / have you prepare(d) for your death?”
— Chen Chen
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This poem appeared in Nat Brut. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Chen Chen
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This poem appeared in Nat Brut. Shared here with deep gratitude.
May 7, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“How will you / have you prepare(d) for your death?”
— Chen Chen
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This poem appeared in Nat Brut. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Chen Chen
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This poem appeared in Nat Brut. Shared here with deep gratitude.
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"You think evil is going to come into your houses wearing big black boots. It doesn’t come like that. Look at the language. It begins in the language."
—Joseph Brodsky
—Joseph Brodsky
May 7, 2025 at 8:01 PM
"You think evil is going to come into your houses wearing big black boots. It doesn’t come like that. Look at the language. It begins in the language."
—Joseph Brodsky
—Joseph Brodsky
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'I only had your word. Another night and we’d
be back to the beginning: Day One could all
be light again or could be only clouds and darkness.'
Two of five poems by Jane Draycott, published in PNR 282. Subscribers can read the rest here: www.pnreview.co.uk/cgi-bin/scri...
be back to the beginning: Day One could all
be light again or could be only clouds and darkness.'
Two of five poems by Jane Draycott, published in PNR 282. Subscribers can read the rest here: www.pnreview.co.uk/cgi-bin/scri...
April 26, 2025 at 10:00 AM
'I only had your word. Another night and we’d
be back to the beginning: Day One could all
be light again or could be only clouds and darkness.'
Two of five poems by Jane Draycott, published in PNR 282. Subscribers can read the rest here: www.pnreview.co.uk/cgi-bin/scri...
be back to the beginning: Day One could all
be light again or could be only clouds and darkness.'
Two of five poems by Jane Draycott, published in PNR 282. Subscribers can read the rest here: www.pnreview.co.uk/cgi-bin/scri...
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‘All that remains’. Today’s photo is from Wales. 🏴 📷 🌊
April 26, 2025 at 7:27 AM
‘All that remains’. Today’s photo is from Wales. 🏴 📷 🌊
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Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to
follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.
—Jean Valentine, from "Sanctuary"
follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.
—Jean Valentine, from "Sanctuary"
April 26, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to
follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.
—Jean Valentine, from "Sanctuary"
follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.
—Jean Valentine, from "Sanctuary"