Casey Reiland

Casey Reiland

@caseyreiland.bsky.social

Bad sleeper | In search of the perfect bagel | Words published or forthcoming in F(r)iction, HAD, Blue Mesa Review, On the Seawall, and elsewhere www.caseyreiland.com

354 Followers 308 Following 396 Posts Joined Jul 2023
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1 day ago

Wonderful! I’ll reach out to you over the weekend :)

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2 days ago

Does anyone have any recommendations for a fat sensitivity reader? Or are YOU one? Please drop the links for services below! Ty

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1474: Epistemic Distance by Emma Bolden Today’s poem is Epistemic Distance by Emma Bolden.

i am so, so grateful and so deeply honored to have a poem featured on @slowdownshow.org today. you can listen to the poem and @maggiesmithpoet.bsky.social’s beautiful thoughts on what we know and how we know it here: www.slowdownshow.org/episode/2026...

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2 days ago

Yes, well said!

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3 days ago

worth remembering, David Lynch directed “fix your hearts or die” specifically at transphobes. it wasn’t a generic “no mean people allowed” statement, it was said by his Twin Peaks character in defense of a trans woman he cared for and deeply respected.

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a person running on a beach with a sunset in the background Alt: a person running on a beach with a sunset in the background

Running away from this book as we speak

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3 days ago

Like three stories in a row featured fat or non-white characters through a stereotypical lens, or, even worse, as incompetent, and I’m like ya know what idc if this writer was pubbed in a bunch of prestigious mags. This is embarrassing, babe, even if it was 1990.

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3 days ago

For the first time in quite a while, I’m giving up on a book. I usually try to stick it out, esp with short story collections (some stories can be mid compared to others). But I really cannot tolerate narrators with myopic views on race, the body, etc, even if it was written almost 40 years ago!

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1 week ago

My feed is just a mix of smiling people at AWP and the most horrific shit I’ve ever read about us bombing Iran and the measles outbreak in Utah. Woof, the whiplash. Logging off, ttfn

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Slurs Filled a Chat Created by a Republican Party Official in Florida After the secretary of the Miami-Dade County Republican Party created the chat for college students, it devolved into slurs against Black and Jewish people.

damn it’s crazy how the slurs filled the chat all by themselves. couldn’t be helped i’m sure. chats are always devolving of their own accord

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1 week ago

Omg best name best boy

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A poem titled, At My Aunt's Funeral, I Read in Her High School Senior Yearbook That She Hated Clichés, So I Decided to Take an Overused Phrase from the Service and Tell You a Story About Her The phrase in the middle reads, “She was a fighter.” "In the summer of my seventh year, I became fixated on water webbing sunlight at the bottom of a pool. 2We swam in my aunt's backyard—my sister, my cousin, and me. Aunt Sue didn't often join us. *She stayed inside and watched shows that featured possessed mothers, women's bodies drifting to a muddied shore, teenagers screaming for help from the bottom of a pit. Rhythmic almost, the same mistakes these characters made repeatedly, my aunt clicking on the lamp and muttering, I can't believe they did that, I can't believe they did that. Some years later, her liver would fail, and then her kidneys, and then her legs, too tired to take the stairs or pump in the breaststroke, and I could tell you why, but then I would be just like the pastor in his eulogy saying, fighter, warrior, a heart of gold. These days, I'm furious about the impasse of her life until I think of how one time-after I pushed my sister into the corner of a table—she told me she hit my dad in the head with a shovel when she was a child, blood dribbling in dark streams over his blond hair just after he'd been provoking her, and I wondered how she could make me feel so light despite my cold-blooded blunder, how I could feel like I was floating outside of the rubbery Intex in her backyard while we bonded over the horrors we had caused. Every question after that one drew me back to that feeling: How hard I could squeeze my lungs; how fervently I could kick my legs into a furor of foam. 1°How-if I prodded enough-fast my aunt could swim toward me if she was a shark, and we, the mermaids, fleeing from her jaws. "For a moment, she must have forgotten what was real and what was not. 12Gleaming placoid scales, her own lotus skin, molars-now-turned-serrated-teeth finding my …

I have a CNF piece about my aunt up at @whaleroadreview.bsky.social today. She unexpectedly died in November 2024. This is what I wanted to say about her at her funeral that I couldn’t: that I was so angry about how ppl spoke about her chronic illness, and how hard she made me laugh.

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1 week ago

Aw thank you for the kind words! And I see you’re from Boston—hi from Somerville!

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1 week ago

If you missed it, I have a lil essay (?) hybrid (?) poem (?) that’s about my complicated feelings about my aunt’s death, and how much I loved her. It’d mean the world if you could give it a read 👇

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A poem titled, At My Aunt's Funeral, I Read in Her High School Senior Yearbook That She Hated Clichés, So I Decided to Take an Overused Phrase from the Service and Tell You a Story About Her The phrase in the middle reads, “She was a fighter.” "In the summer of my seventh year, I became fixated on water webbing sunlight at the bottom of a pool. 2We swam in my aunt's backyard—my sister, my cousin, and me. Aunt Sue didn't often join us. *She stayed inside and watched shows that featured possessed mothers, women's bodies drifting to a muddied shore, teenagers screaming for help from the bottom of a pit. Rhythmic almost, the same mistakes these characters made repeatedly, my aunt clicking on the lamp and muttering, I can't believe they did that, I can't believe they did that. Some years later, her liver would fail, and then her kidneys, and then her legs, too tired to take the stairs or pump in the breaststroke, and I could tell you why, but then I would be just like the pastor in his eulogy saying, fighter, warrior, a heart of gold. These days, I'm furious about the impasse of her life until I think of how one time-after I pushed my sister into the corner of a table—she told me she hit my dad in the head with a shovel when she was a child, blood dribbling in dark streams over his blond hair just after he'd been provoking her, and I wondered how she could make me feel so light despite my cold-blooded blunder, how I could feel like I was floating outside of the rubbery Intex in her backyard while we bonded over the horrors we had caused. Every question after that one drew me back to that feeling: How hard I could squeeze my lungs; how fervently I could kick my legs into a furor of foam. 1°How-if I prodded enough-fast my aunt could swim toward me if she was a shark, and we, the mermaids, fleeing from her jaws. "For a moment, she must have forgotten what was real and what was not. 12Gleaming placoid scales, her own lotus skin, molars-now-turned-serrated-teeth finding my …

I have a CNF piece about my aunt up at @whaleroadreview.bsky.social today. She unexpectedly died in November 2024. This is what I wanted to say about her at her funeral that I couldn’t: that I was so angry about how ppl spoke about her chronic illness, and how hard she made me laugh.

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2 weeks ago

Oh no. I think I’ve started writing a novel. Sorry to my three followers in advance for all the complaining about it I’m going to do on this app

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2 weeks ago

For a long time I would’ve said The Skin I Live In, but recently my partner and I watched I Saw the TV Glow and while I think everyone *should* watch that movie, the world felt pretty fucking bleak for a few days after

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2 weeks ago

!!!!!

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2 weeks ago

Woah I didn’t say I was taking her opinion at face value! (And I don’t believe she expects me to?) I did say I would still watch it. But I do appreciate Gretchen’s perspectives on films.

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2 weeks ago

Oh this is disappointing to read! I’ve been wanting to see this. Probably still will just to see what it’s like but damn…I had high hopes!

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2 weeks ago

He really could have dismissed all the student debt, erased all the records and been a legend.

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2 weeks ago

Just saw that Boston might get between 13-16 inches of snow on Sunday, rolled my eyes and got back into bed.

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3 weeks ago

Thank you 😍

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3 weeks ago

I’m hoping 🤞🏻 we haven’t introduced them yet, but after I pet him and Lavender smells me, she hisses 🫠 it’s only day 3 though

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3 weeks ago
Black cat with ash on her face

Happy Ash Wednesday

Love, Pasha

#cats #cat #catsofbsky #ashwednesday #blackcat

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3 weeks ago

He’s so sweet and shy. I hope Lav will be nice to him when they meet 😭

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3 weeks ago

Fennel update 🥺

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3 weeks ago

Haven’t gone in two years now and tbh it feels freeing 🤣

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3 weeks ago

I’m scared for you but do it

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