T. Everett Sage
@t-everett-sage.bsky.social
T. Everett Sage | poet | human?
Fine, Probably | Ash & Ink | The Glimmer Theory
Notes from the Liminal | On Rage & Reverence
Pocket Ghosts | Chaos Dumplings
amazon.com/author/t.everett.sage
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Fine, Probably | Ash & Ink | The Glimmer Theory
Notes from the Liminal | On Rage & Reverence
Pocket Ghosts | Chaos Dumplings
amazon.com/author/t.everett.sage
www.instagram.com/t.everett.sage
The world feels upside down,
louder by the minute,
and stacked against the good.
But you’re still here—
heart steady, spine intact.
That’s not nothing.
That’s how revolutions begin.
#PoetryInTheRuins
#HopeIsAVerb
#QuietRevolution
#WordsThatFight
#ResistWithPoetry
#DarkTimesBrightLines
louder by the minute,
and stacked against the good.
But you’re still here—
heart steady, spine intact.
That’s not nothing.
That’s how revolutions begin.
#PoetryInTheRuins
#HopeIsAVerb
#QuietRevolution
#WordsThatFight
#ResistWithPoetry
#DarkTimesBrightLines
August 14, 2025 at 2:37 PM
The world feels upside down,
louder by the minute,
and stacked against the good.
But you’re still here—
heart steady, spine intact.
That’s not nothing.
That’s how revolutions begin.
#PoetryInTheRuins
#HopeIsAVerb
#QuietRevolution
#WordsThatFight
#ResistWithPoetry
#DarkTimesBrightLines
louder by the minute,
and stacked against the good.
But you’re still here—
heart steady, spine intact.
That’s not nothing.
That’s how revolutions begin.
#PoetryInTheRuins
#HopeIsAVerb
#QuietRevolution
#WordsThatFight
#ResistWithPoetry
#DarkTimesBrightLines
Keep going.
Not because it gets easier—
but because stopping won’t make it hurt any less.
#FineProbably
#AshAndInk
#TheGlimmerTheory
#FromEmberToEcho
#PocketGhosts
#ChaosDumplings
#StaticKisses
#QuietStrength
#KeepGoingAnyway
#SoftRebellion
#PoetryOfPersistence
#WordsThatBite
#StillStanding
Not because it gets easier—
but because stopping won’t make it hurt any less.
#FineProbably
#AshAndInk
#TheGlimmerTheory
#FromEmberToEcho
#PocketGhosts
#ChaosDumplings
#StaticKisses
#QuietStrength
#KeepGoingAnyway
#SoftRebellion
#PoetryOfPersistence
#WordsThatBite
#StillStanding
July 8, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Keep going.
Not because it gets easier—
but because stopping won’t make it hurt any less.
#FineProbably
#AshAndInk
#TheGlimmerTheory
#FromEmberToEcho
#PocketGhosts
#ChaosDumplings
#StaticKisses
#QuietStrength
#KeepGoingAnyway
#SoftRebellion
#PoetryOfPersistence
#WordsThatBite
#StillStanding
Not because it gets easier—
but because stopping won’t make it hurt any less.
#FineProbably
#AshAndInk
#TheGlimmerTheory
#FromEmberToEcho
#PocketGhosts
#ChaosDumplings
#StaticKisses
#QuietStrength
#KeepGoingAnyway
#SoftRebellion
#PoetryOfPersistence
#WordsThatBite
#StillStanding
Behold: you’ve survived another morning.
Put on pants if you must.
Eat something shaped like a circle.
Go confuse the world
by being exactly yourself.
Put on pants if you must.
Eat something shaped like a circle.
Go confuse the world
by being exactly yourself.
July 7, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Behold: you’ve survived another morning.
Put on pants if you must.
Eat something shaped like a circle.
Go confuse the world
by being exactly yourself.
Put on pants if you must.
Eat something shaped like a circle.
Go confuse the world
by being exactly yourself.
I want you unafraid—
every laugh, every curve, every yes
a hymn to how good it feels
to want and be wanted
without apology.
#SoftAndUnashamed
#BodiesAreBeautiful
#TheGlimmerTheory
#PoetryOfDesire
#YesIsASentence
every laugh, every curve, every yes
a hymn to how good it feels
to want and be wanted
without apology.
#SoftAndUnashamed
#BodiesAreBeautiful
#TheGlimmerTheory
#PoetryOfDesire
#YesIsASentence
July 6, 2025 at 6:12 PM
I want you unafraid—
every laugh, every curve, every yes
a hymn to how good it feels
to want and be wanted
without apology.
#SoftAndUnashamed
#BodiesAreBeautiful
#TheGlimmerTheory
#PoetryOfDesire
#YesIsASentence
every laugh, every curve, every yes
a hymn to how good it feels
to want and be wanted
without apology.
#SoftAndUnashamed
#BodiesAreBeautiful
#TheGlimmerTheory
#PoetryOfDesire
#YesIsASentence
Your hair still smells like sleep.
I press my hand to your hip,
just to feel you lean into it—
like a question
I already know the answer to.
#QuietHeat
#SkinAndSyntax
#SoftDesire
#TouchAndTell
#TheGlimmerTheory
#WhenWordsWant
I press my hand to your hip,
just to feel you lean into it—
like a question
I already know the answer to.
#QuietHeat
#SkinAndSyntax
#SoftDesire
#TouchAndTell
#TheGlimmerTheory
#WhenWordsWant
July 5, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Your hair still smells like sleep.
I press my hand to your hip,
just to feel you lean into it—
like a question
I already know the answer to.
#QuietHeat
#SkinAndSyntax
#SoftDesire
#TouchAndTell
#TheGlimmerTheory
#WhenWordsWant
I press my hand to your hip,
just to feel you lean into it—
like a question
I already know the answer to.
#QuietHeat
#SkinAndSyntax
#SoftDesire
#TouchAndTell
#TheGlimmerTheory
#WhenWordsWant
July 4th.
The grills are hot,
the beer is cold,
and nobody’s talking about yesterday.
Funny how freedom still throws a party
the morning after it signs itself away.
#FourthOfJuly #PoetryInTheRuins #QuietRage #FreedomOnPaper #AmericanIrony #DemocracyDiedYesterday #TheDayAfter #WordsResist
The grills are hot,
the beer is cold,
and nobody’s talking about yesterday.
Funny how freedom still throws a party
the morning after it signs itself away.
#FourthOfJuly #PoetryInTheRuins #QuietRage #FreedomOnPaper #AmericanIrony #DemocracyDiedYesterday #TheDayAfter #WordsResist
July 4, 2025 at 1:58 PM
July 4th.
The grills are hot,
the beer is cold,
and nobody’s talking about yesterday.
Funny how freedom still throws a party
the morning after it signs itself away.
#FourthOfJuly #PoetryInTheRuins #QuietRage #FreedomOnPaper #AmericanIrony #DemocracyDiedYesterday #TheDayAfter #WordsResist
The grills are hot,
the beer is cold,
and nobody’s talking about yesterday.
Funny how freedom still throws a party
the morning after it signs itself away.
#FourthOfJuly #PoetryInTheRuins #QuietRage #FreedomOnPaper #AmericanIrony #DemocracyDiedYesterday #TheDayAfter #WordsResist
It’s harder now, sure—
to speak and not sound like
you’re drowning others out.
But hard isn’t the same as unfair,
and decency doesn’t cost
as much as you keep telling yourself it does.
to speak and not sound like
you’re drowning others out.
But hard isn’t the same as unfair,
and decency doesn’t cost
as much as you keep telling yourself it does.
July 4, 2025 at 1:48 PM
It’s harder now, sure—
to speak and not sound like
you’re drowning others out.
But hard isn’t the same as unfair,
and decency doesn’t cost
as much as you keep telling yourself it does.
to speak and not sound like
you’re drowning others out.
But hard isn’t the same as unfair,
and decency doesn’t cost
as much as you keep telling yourself it does.
The bar is low.
Trip over it if you must—
at least that’s forward motion.
Call it progress.
Dare anyone to argue.
Trip over it if you must—
at least that’s forward motion.
Call it progress.
Dare anyone to argue.
July 3, 2025 at 11:23 AM
The bar is low.
Trip over it if you must—
at least that’s forward motion.
Call it progress.
Dare anyone to argue.
Trip over it if you must—
at least that’s forward motion.
Call it progress.
Dare anyone to argue.
Some hearts are built like gardens—
room for more than one bloom,
each with its own sun,
its own season,
and no need to wither for the others to thrive.
room for more than one bloom,
each with its own sun,
its own season,
and no need to wither for the others to thrive.
July 3, 2025 at 11:01 AM
Some hearts are built like gardens—
room for more than one bloom,
each with its own sun,
its own season,
and no need to wither for the others to thrive.
room for more than one bloom,
each with its own sun,
its own season,
and no need to wither for the others to thrive.
We texted all day,
shared memes,
trauma-dumped at midnight—
then said we weren’t that close.
Just modern romance:
intimacy without eye contact.
shared memes,
trauma-dumped at midnight—
then said we weren’t that close.
Just modern romance:
intimacy without eye contact.
June 30, 2025 at 11:41 AM
We texted all day,
shared memes,
trauma-dumped at midnight—
then said we weren’t that close.
Just modern romance:
intimacy without eye contact.
shared memes,
trauma-dumped at midnight—
then said we weren’t that close.
Just modern romance:
intimacy without eye contact.
The dishes again,
the same old walk,
but the light hit the sink just right—
and suddenly,
it all felt like living.
the same old walk,
but the light hit the sink just right—
and suddenly,
it all felt like living.
June 24, 2025 at 10:55 AM
The dishes again,
the same old walk,
but the light hit the sink just right—
and suddenly,
it all felt like living.
the same old walk,
but the light hit the sink just right—
and suddenly,
it all felt like living.
My latest, Pocket Ghosts, is available for free on Kindle for a few days. Snag a copy, say something nice...or petty, whatever. a.co/d/hUXh2kO
June 21, 2025 at 12:48 PM
My latest, Pocket Ghosts, is available for free on Kindle for a few days. Snag a copy, say something nice...or petty, whatever. a.co/d/hUXh2kO
My latest release, Pocket Ghosts, is free on Kindle for a few days. Check it out, and if you feel so inclined to leave a nice comment about it, I'd be much obliged. I hate this. a.co/d/agynDGL
June 20, 2025 at 8:26 PM
My latest release, Pocket Ghosts, is free on Kindle for a few days. Check it out, and if you feel so inclined to leave a nice comment about it, I'd be much obliged. I hate this. a.co/d/agynDGL
Rain tapping like it knows something I don’t.
I’ve been sad all day for no good reason,
and tired for every one I can’t say out loud.
Still—
I’m letting the gloom sit with me
instead of fighting it off.
I’ve been sad all day for no good reason,
and tired for every one I can’t say out loud.
Still—
I’m letting the gloom sit with me
instead of fighting it off.
June 19, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Rain tapping like it knows something I don’t.
I’ve been sad all day for no good reason,
and tired for every one I can’t say out loud.
Still—
I’m letting the gloom sit with me
instead of fighting it off.
I’ve been sad all day for no good reason,
and tired for every one I can’t say out loud.
Still—
I’m letting the gloom sit with me
instead of fighting it off.
They did it in daylight—
no masks, no shame, no clever code.
Just cruelty,
so loud and blatant
we mistook it for satire.
Truth isn’t stranger than fiction—
just easier to scroll past.
no masks, no shame, no clever code.
Just cruelty,
so loud and blatant
we mistook it for satire.
Truth isn’t stranger than fiction—
just easier to scroll past.
June 12, 2025 at 3:24 PM
They did it in daylight—
no masks, no shame, no clever code.
Just cruelty,
so loud and blatant
we mistook it for satire.
Truth isn’t stranger than fiction—
just easier to scroll past.
no masks, no shame, no clever code.
Just cruelty,
so loud and blatant
we mistook it for satire.
Truth isn’t stranger than fiction—
just easier to scroll past.
Some days I am all questions,
no answers,
but still—
the sun shows up,
and so do I.
#poetryontheporch #softresilience #blueskypoets #quietstrength #stillhere
no answers,
but still—
the sun shows up,
and so do I.
#poetryontheporch #softresilience #blueskypoets #quietstrength #stillhere
June 12, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Some days I am all questions,
no answers,
but still—
the sun shows up,
and so do I.
#poetryontheporch #softresilience #blueskypoets #quietstrength #stillhere
no answers,
but still—
the sun shows up,
and so do I.
#poetryontheporch #softresilience #blueskypoets #quietstrength #stillhere
Apparently using em dashes and ellipses makes me an AI impostor now.
God forbid a human likes rhythm and breath.
Every community eventually devours itself—just give it time and a stupid enough excuse.
Also, anti-AI sentiment is ableism and elitism and gatekeeping at its worst, FWIW.
God forbid a human likes rhythm and breath.
Every community eventually devours itself—just give it time and a stupid enough excuse.
Also, anti-AI sentiment is ableism and elitism and gatekeeping at its worst, FWIW.
June 9, 2025 at 12:00 PM
Apparently using em dashes and ellipses makes me an AI impostor now.
God forbid a human likes rhythm and breath.
Every community eventually devours itself—just give it time and a stupid enough excuse.
Also, anti-AI sentiment is ableism and elitism and gatekeeping at its worst, FWIW.
God forbid a human likes rhythm and breath.
Every community eventually devours itself—just give it time and a stupid enough excuse.
Also, anti-AI sentiment is ableism and elitism and gatekeeping at its worst, FWIW.
They say don’t air your dirty laundry.
But this is poetry.
I wash it slow. I hang it high.
I hope the neighbors read every line.
#poetry #mentalhealth #healing #grief #writinglife #indieauthor #teverettsage
But this is poetry.
I wash it slow. I hang it high.
I hope the neighbors read every line.
#poetry #mentalhealth #healing #grief #writinglife #indieauthor #teverettsage
June 9, 2025 at 11:25 AM
They say don’t air your dirty laundry.
But this is poetry.
I wash it slow. I hang it high.
I hope the neighbors read every line.
#poetry #mentalhealth #healing #grief #writinglife #indieauthor #teverettsage
But this is poetry.
I wash it slow. I hang it high.
I hope the neighbors read every line.
#poetry #mentalhealth #healing #grief #writinglife #indieauthor #teverettsage
New book out now on Amazon/Kindle Unlimited. A collection of essays and poems. Hope you enjoy.
May 24, 2025 at 11:07 AM
New book out now on Amazon/Kindle Unlimited. A collection of essays and poems. Hope you enjoy.
I asked my anxiety if we could take a day off.
It laughed, checked its calendar,
then penciled in a panic attack
just to remind me
who’s really in charge of the schedule.
#poetryhumor #softchaos #anxietypoem #quietrebellion #relatablepoetry #blueskypoets
It laughed, checked its calendar,
then penciled in a panic attack
just to remind me
who’s really in charge of the schedule.
#poetryhumor #softchaos #anxietypoem #quietrebellion #relatablepoetry #blueskypoets
May 24, 2025 at 10:51 AM
I asked my anxiety if we could take a day off.
It laughed, checked its calendar,
then penciled in a panic attack
just to remind me
who’s really in charge of the schedule.
#poetryhumor #softchaos #anxietypoem #quietrebellion #relatablepoetry #blueskypoets
It laughed, checked its calendar,
then penciled in a panic attack
just to remind me
who’s really in charge of the schedule.
#poetryhumor #softchaos #anxietypoem #quietrebellion #relatablepoetry #blueskypoets
Just made my first official sale—a paperback copy of Fine, Probably… Someone out there chose my words, and I’m stunned and grateful. All my books are on Amazon & Kindle (yes, even Unlimited). If you’ve read one—thank you. If not, I’m here when you’re ready.
www.amazon.com/author/t.eve...
www.amazon.com/author/t.eve...
May 21, 2025 at 2:07 PM
Just made my first official sale—a paperback copy of Fine, Probably… Someone out there chose my words, and I’m stunned and grateful. All my books are on Amazon & Kindle (yes, even Unlimited). If you’ve read one—thank you. If not, I’m here when you’re ready.
www.amazon.com/author/t.eve...
www.amazon.com/author/t.eve...