Your Mad Woman
@yourmadwoman.bsky.social
she/her, a poet attempting to poetry her way out of all her problems
Sometimes, all we have is a day's work.
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A Day's Work
Without blemish of review
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October 7, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Sometimes, all we have is a day's work.
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To subject upon you, the innocents, pieces of lackadaisical review is, frankly, intolerable. I will do better. Eventually.
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A Few Poems from Camp
We shan't delay!
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August 4, 2025 at 8:32 PM
To subject upon you, the innocents, pieces of lackadaisical review is, frankly, intolerable. I will do better. Eventually.
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An understanding of our animals and the methods in which they perish.
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The Pets We Had
It's what they do
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July 28, 2025 at 6:41 PM
An understanding of our animals and the methods in which they perish.
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An essay on the complexities of the first person. Was Adam an I or an Adam first?
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The Three "I"s
An essay on the perspective nested in a perspective
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July 20, 2025 at 4:40 PM
An essay on the complexities of the first person. Was Adam an I or an Adam first?
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There's so much land between here and there and where. You'll lose yourself if you wander.
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Understanding Place
In town, in the universe
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July 5, 2025 at 10:26 PM
There's so much land between here and there and where. You'll lose yourself if you wander.
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In appreciation to those of succinct character, who don't need our silly commas.
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Bonus Poems: Littlest Words
The words are normal. There are simply few.
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June 29, 2025 at 5:29 PM
In appreciation to those of succinct character, who don't need our silly commas.
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A consideration for the transness, rickety in my soul like a model train that's kept running in the basement for years with no conductor to let it rest.
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To Woman Improperly
As I've been made aware I do
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June 25, 2025 at 12:20 PM
A consideration for the transness, rickety in my soul like a model train that's kept running in the basement for years with no conductor to let it rest.
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A first exercise in revision and demolition and the art in the cracks in the sidewalk.
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Revision Rewind 1: The Lines We Dream
How Telling Tales became Out the Other
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June 19, 2025 at 7:45 PM
A first exercise in revision and demolition and the art in the cracks in the sidewalk.
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Just needed to mention that my cat has decided that, when in the car, he wants to be wedged between my shoulders and my seat. He is truly silly af
June 13, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Just needed to mention that my cat has decided that, when in the car, he wants to be wedged between my shoulders and my seat. He is truly silly af
A quick acrostic for a place we knew once and never again. We forget so many things in our madness.
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Bonus Poem: Somewhere in the Southwest
Maybe El Paso?
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June 10, 2025 at 7:04 PM
A quick acrostic for a place we knew once and never again. We forget so many things in our madness.
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Sometimes, we must consume what is outside us. Sometimes, all we need is to sup upon ourselves.
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Self Indulgence
The poet's poems
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June 1, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Sometimes, we must consume what is outside us. Sometimes, all we need is to sup upon ourselves.
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A collection tailored with the help of many hands. I'll be going back and posting older substacks like this. Find your delight
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A Meditation on Rice and Other Poems
Do you have enough poetry in your life?
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May 30, 2025 at 3:31 PM
A collection tailored with the help of many hands. I'll be going back and posting older substacks like this. Find your delight
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A few lines for those whom shaved stone out of dirt so I might walk barefoot in peace.
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Allusion to My Betters
To know one's place is to know everything
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May 29, 2025 at 12:25 AM
A few lines for those whom shaved stone out of dirt so I might walk barefoot in peace.
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