JONNYBOLDUC

Everyone in the theater was so angry at me at the cars three midnight premier because they thought i fell asleep and was snoring. Well guess what assholes i actually choked on a thin mint during the previews and was agnonally breathing. I clinically died for 38 minutes. Kachow bitches

i have a 62 page novella. i am looking for a home for it

we are tired creatures worthless in the heat

"those are certainly all words," i say, jolting awake, interrupting the hospice nurse explaining the active dying process to my family

Jonny Bolduc | Substack poet from maine. weird words and deeds and thoughts

i have a substack now

substack.com/@jonnybolduc

Artwork made with @smithsonianmag.bsky.social Smithsonian open access #smithsonian #openaccess

Lol disgusting bigots like Keith Self want a culture war? Why don’t we engage in this anti-trans campaign of bigotry and erasure with the same level of vitriol they are slinging at innocent people? This has to stop before trans people are hurt.

Fix your heart or die.

Right now there is clear, overwhelming opposition to Mahmoud Khalil’s abduction across the moderate, liberal, progressive & left spectrum. This kind of loud unity is what authoritarians are afraid of. To keep it up we need every institution & public leader to join the chorus.

Cask of Amontillado as a verb, as in i am going to find the bastard who dropped my game boy color in a puddle in 2003 and Cask of Amontillado him in the drywall of an abandoned blockbuster

Books mentioning slavery, civil rights removed from shelves at Fort Campbell schools - ClarksvilleNow.com At an elementary school at Fort Campbell, home of the 101st Airborne Division, librarians are hard at work scrubbing the shelves for books that contain references to slavery, the civil rights movement...

This is where we are now: An elementary school at Fort Campbell has removed all books from its library that so much as *allude* to slavery or the civil rights movement.

The wholesale erasure of history in real time.

On the bright side, maybe going to one of RFKs wellness camps for my rampant not killing myself addiction will finally help me realize my lifelong goal of receiving a fucking lobotomy

It’s kind of like how Uber drivers get shit for being less that like a 4.9 rating, right? There’s no room for nuance. Like giving someone a 4 for a trip basically means you want them to lose their job. Same kinda thing for games and all media really

writing a book is just bleeding profusely into a Google doc for six months

someone who keeps them like a child should be, like a flame clutched in a palm, not a match struggling to stay lit on a cold night.

please let the kids have someone who doesn’t give a fuck if they get a B minus on an essay if it keeps them alive. please let these kids have someone who doesn’t call them a “pussy,” someone who lets them have green hair,

let these kids memorize the wrinkles in someone’s face, really remember how they talked,
how they shuffled a deck of cards, what they said when they stubbed a toe. let these kids have
someone they remember, someone they could write a poem about, someone who loves them enough to put them first.

let these kids know someone holding a laundry basket to their hips as they walk to the washer. let these kids have coats to shield them from the harsh wind. let these kids have pepperoni pizza birthday parties and let these kids know the touch of someone who loves them.

flash fiction from my newest book:

teacher's prayer

please, god. let the hot water in the trailer turn on, suddenly, like a river flooding a bank. let the nirvana hoodie that reeks of cat piss be washed with fresh detergent. let these kids know some kindness.

book is coming out, if you want a PDF let me know. i would ask for a goodreads review to help get momentum going but i wont hold ya to it

Do you guys remember when ai image creation was just those fucking nauseating green doglike looping things that literally made you physically sick to look at?

Can we go back to that, please?

give death a reason to stay home from work.
a reason to sleep through his alarm.
a reason to get stuck in traffic.
to keep his scythe sheathed.
let death rest.
purge the thoughts of leaving from your head, son.
leaving is easy.
staying is harder.

And if it is a placebo i am drinking it is lovely and floral. i will sup the plastic flowers with greed. if it is medicine that heals, it is bitter and harsh and i will spit it out on the floor. And if it is harm i will roll around in the festering garbage like a dog.

but he can’t ever say what he wants to say and he has to ask first: where is the gun, even though he know that the gun is probably under a pile of flesh and brain chunks.

That if the dispatcher doesn't’ follow the scripted questions, everything devolves into chaos. He can say he’s sorry, ask the caller to take a deep breath,

For the safety of the officer. And there is a script. He reads it off a program called ProQA. The first thing they teach is that the script knows better than the dispatcher does.