Rachel Loden
@rloden.bsky.social
Poet. Author of HOTEL IMPERIUM, DICK OF THE DEAD, poems in Journal of the Plague Years, Paris Review &c.
When it didn’t recover we buried it underneath our pomegranate tree, the green sheen fading but a characteristic purple neck band now more visible.
October 23, 2025 at 12:03 AM
When it didn’t recover we buried it underneath our pomegranate tree, the green sheen fading but a characteristic purple neck band now more visible.
This shiny black hummingbird with a green back flew into my husband’s shop and tried to make its way out through the skylight. We left the door open, hoping it would find its way out but later found it on the floor, stunned or dead.
October 22, 2025 at 11:54 PM
This shiny black hummingbird with a green back flew into my husband’s shop and tried to make its way out through the skylight. We left the door open, hoping it would find its way out but later found it on the floor, stunned or dead.
My dad, the imaginary consigliere, looking like he just stepped off a Sopranos set.
October 17, 2025 at 10:10 PM
My dad, the imaginary consigliere, looking like he just stepped off a Sopranos set.
And then there’s the (ever extravagant) Neruda’s Extravagaria:
August 14, 2025 at 5:42 AM
And then there’s the (ever extravagant) Neruda’s Extravagaria:
