Todd Dillard

I am team "let's wait until the 40mph winds are come and gone" so yay emails

Prometheus says “hot take” and Greek gods respond “no give that back.”

like the slowest plume of mentos-in-coke

pope hat fire hydrant!

aka "that's so cringe!" aren't you on your parent's insurance

one day the ppl who say cringe will wake up and the maze of distorted mirrors in which they have lived their short lives will no longer exist, they will advance free of prioritizing first how they are perceived, freeing not only themselves but all of us from the language of their chronic insecurity

still so thankful to @adrianf.bsky.social for including me in this collection of snow poems from December:

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Snow by David Berman Walking through a field with my little brother Seth I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow. For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground. He asked who had shot them and I said a farmer. Then we were on the roof of the lake. The ice looked like a photograph of water. Why he asked. Why did he shoot them. I didn't know where I was going with this. They were on his property, I said. When it's snowing, the outdoors seem like a room. Today I traded hellos with my neighbor. Our voices hung close in the new acoustics. A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling. We returned to our shoveling, working side by side in silence. But why were they on his property, he asked.

perhaps too on the nose for today but here's my favorite snow poem, also recently reread Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, whose bright and earnest narrator I've always found to invigorate my curiosity and ardor for the world. Just started House of Seven Gables too, which is great so far!

lol but also this is such a lovely-sounding sentence, using a scattering of higher vowel sounds and plosives then dropping the register at the end is peak poetry

is that pastry-related?

ten inches of snow adorning my circular backyard table in a perfect shape, making it resemble a round coconut cake

instead of inches I use this novel snowfall measuring system called “how cake is my backyard table” (very, very cake)

may I use this as a blurb if I ever write a novel with a good book cover

HAHAHA PREMEE

(that scene was terrifying and awesome in all the best ways btw)

exact face I made when my sweet innocent daughter asked me why that book with the pretty cover has all the animals with exposed skulls for heads on it 👀

(we are getting cooked)

two chicken carcasses with potatoes carved to look like human heads lounging in a pot of boiling stock as if it’s a jacuzzi

me and my bestie getting workshopped the same day on poems we wrote thirty minutes before class

THIN GOD Thin God slipped into the crack in my eyelid, and that was how I came to know my mother. Thin God promised me more time, but I knew Thin God always lied in the morning. Thin God convinced the aliens to cleave a cloud into a boy and a girl. Instead, the aliens created a comedian and a bird. Thin God ate the aliens and gave me a baby. Thin God told me my story had a twist ending, but by the time I fell asleep with the baby in my arms, I forgot I was in a story at all.

One of mine in @passagesnorth.bsky.social

#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

a thumbnail of an article titled CANNIBAL JELLYFISH WITH A DISAPPEARING ANUS ARE TERRORIZING VENICE that is tagged with the text THE WORLD IS IMPOSSIBLE AND STRANGE WRITE WHAT YOU WANT

friendly reminder

love how beauty, like terror, proliferates 🥹

great first line to get into the poem 👀

a thumbnail of an article titled CANNIBAL JELLYFISH WITH A DISAPPEARING ANUS ARE TERRORIZING VENICE that is tagged with the text THE WORLD IS IMPOSSIBLE AND STRANGE WRITE WHAT YOU WANT

friendly reminder

origin story, he was originally a solid yellow brick

so glad at least one person laughed at this lol

Dad will still get grumpy at me and say something like "i know you better than you know yourself" and i'll whisper "mimesis" and he'll say "what" and I'll say "what"

my Texan dad is texting me tips on surviving a blizzard and it's really sweet that he thinks I am just a slightly crinklier version of the kid who moved away over twenty years ago and not someone who has lived in the north for that entire time

"the machine we built that kills one point three otters every time you use it actually in sum uses less energy than people who went through the trouble of being alive" is what happens when your brain is an excel spreadsheet

4 panel silly comic in black lines only. A blob guy has a big pencil. It says “I draw”. In the second panel he seems happy with his drawing and it says “all done yeah”. Panel 3 shows him holding up the drawing of a triangle with legs and a happy face. He goes “come on”. In the final panel he’s very pleased with himself, closes his eyes and tells himself “I’m a bit incredible”

Come on

"that thing you didn't do? I took it personally"

we have one in our neighborhood that's my toddler's landmark for recognizing we're close to home