Carson Sandell (they/them)

Carson Sandell (they/them)

@csandell.bsky.social

Trans Poet | agender | San Diego State MFA | Poetry Reader @ Split Lit Mag| Poetry Editor @ Poetry is Currency| Leftist | Covid conscious |

456 Followers 485 Following 318 Posts Joined Nov 2024
3 weeks ago
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Memento Vivere - The Offing Poetry - The Offing Magazine

“I miss that valley heat, the scent of manure and semi-truck diesel, of chlorine and my mother’s pool-wet cheek.”

From “Memento Vivere,” a poem, by Carson Sandell (@csandell.bsky.social).

theoffingmag.com/poetry/memen...

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3 weeks ago
The title of the poem "Memento Vivere". Below the title is Carson Sandell and the date 18 Feb 2026. Below that is a photo of Yucca with blue skies and clouds in the background. The picture is attributed to Michael Yantis on Unsplash. I’m most alive those time-stretched mornings
where mayflies drop in death and the dried
swarm smells of wharf-wood, where clouds are
hand-raked and copper hedgerows mirror
the limpness of Mojave sand, a small brown owl
crawls back in the cool burrow, full stomached,
from its beak a two-note coo gusts through
yucca spine, juniper bark, longhorn beetles eat
elderberry leaves in the valley. I miss that valley
heat, the scent of manure and semi-truck diesel,
of chlorine and my mother’s pool-wet cheek.
my neighbor with a shovel scrapes a possum off
the road, iron skips across asphalt, black eyes
like stigmatas, gray-brown fur left in the street,
a ratking of fingers reach out its stomach and like
this underbelly of young death, we long for
our mothers to breathe again, strong as bird lime.

My poem "Memento Vivere" is published in @theoffingmag.bsky.social I'm forever grateful to the editors and readers who advocated and accepted this piece.

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1 month ago
book announcement graphic for "Transmasc Marvel Girl: Poems" by sterling-elizabeth arcadia, out Spring 2026 with Kith Books. On a Black background in the top right quadrant of the image, a portion of a white linework sketch shows some feathers and the claws of a hawk carrying some red and white entrails. In the middle of the page, in all caps, in red, "Announcing:" and below it, also centered horizontally, in white text, the name of the collection and author, then in gray text "Spring 2026 with Kith Books"

Transmasc Marvel Girl, the follow-up to my chapbook, Heaven, Ekphrasis, is coming out with @kithbooks.bsky.social this spring!! It's like a sequel that's even more more mad, horny, embodied, speculative, poltical, heartbreaking, and transgender! 🎞️🩸👩‍🍼🏳️‍⚧️🧟👽⛈️👬👭👅🍑💦 #poetry #queer #sci-fi #literature

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1 month ago

I just know transphobic Superman would use his x-ray vision for unseen and unrivaled levels of osteology

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1 month ago

Transitioning is the real life embodiment of an ouroboros

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1 month ago

The sun and moon are polyamorous and I oh so desperately need to be their third

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1 month ago

This might go in my manuscript, it might not, either way it was a fun excercise.

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1 month ago
Cento of My Mother’s Facebook Timeline 

my son 		my sweet-
heart 	I am still alive
we 
need to get together
again 	last time	
I saw my son
his son		was playing
my son		was playing
	football
last time		I saw	
my late son	
he ditched me		
	I am having a hard time
right now	my ex-
	husband is getting
married		I am waiting
how are you 	young
lady		I miss you
a lot 	I still wish
you happy 
birthday
my son 		my sweetheart
I wish my days were 
longer

I haven't posted on here in a long time, here is a draft of my late mother's Facebook timeline channeled through a cento. I hope you like it!

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8 months ago

Thеy say she looks just like her momma bеfore the drugs /

She just laughs and says, "I know" (I know), "She really taught me well

She's no good at raising children, but she's good at raising Hell"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

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8 months ago

ETHEL CAIN YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS TO MEEEEE

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8 months ago
If Grief is Stored in The Bones Then You Are My Marrow

you are the frame my muscles depend on.
my spine depends on the pelvis and skull
like a shovel depends on soil to stand
upright. your home, cinnabar red, 
is my wellspring, is the chant of my body
as cells clash against something my blood
can’t name. my ribs, a birdcage of fingers,
protect my heart, your production
of warmth swaddles it. you don’t want me
to endure the same death. you want 
nothing in return, no apology for sutures
or cortisol my backward birth caused. 
I wasn’t ready to leave you yet. you aren’t
ready to untether from a life you created,
you possessed it and you work overtime
to ensure I live past sixty. mothers can
be laid to rest, but mothers can never rest.
when the shovel beside my grave is laid flat
my decay becomes our decay, your final
death.

Here's a little something.

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8 months ago

That sounds so exciting! I'm so happy we are in a similar space!

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8 months ago

I feel like my first poetry collection is coming together

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8 months ago

I think I'm ready to shop around my craft essay about lack of punctuation as a technique of transpoetics.

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8 months ago

Black Aperture changed my life

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8 months ago
A Facebook Friend Wishes My Dead Mother a Happy Birthday

someone believes she is alive. who am I
to deny them that reality? 
what is my role in this web-mess of grief?

Wrote a short poem, I don't know if it's anything.

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8 months ago

My ferritin levels went up, this could be caused by a lot of things and all of them are scary. I’m freaked out

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8 months ago

I got blood done work done this morning because my ferritin levels were abnormally high. I hope the results come back normal because the causes of high ferritin levels are terrifying.

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9 months ago

Working on a craft essay about how lack of punctuation in poetry can be a transpoetic technique

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9 months ago

Just remembered my mother was bisexual. I'm never going to shut up about this.

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9 months ago

I’ve got a lot of rejections on my work this week so I’m feeling very very down about my writing

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9 months ago
Chair Gallows

Beating wind with a stick.
Riding herd on the human spirit.

It's how a man slips his head into a noose
& watches the easy weight of gods pull down

on his legs. I hope this is just another lie, 
just another typo in a newspaper headline.

But I know war criminals
live longer than men lost between railroad tracks

& crossroad blues, with twelve strings
two days out of hock.

I've seen in women's eyes 
men who swallow themselves in mirrors.

-memory of Phil Ochs

-Yusef Komunyakaa

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9 months ago

This is a Marie Howe fan page forever and always

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10 months ago

The ugly stepsister is such a good movie omg

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10 months ago

I get my hypochondria from my mother, I wish I wasn’t so paranoid about getting sick

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10 months ago

I got bit by a spider and had some side effects. I went to the ER and they said everything was fine. That goes hundreds of dollars down the drain that I don’t have. Why am I like this😭

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10 months ago

I miss my mom so much

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11 months ago

the trend of ‘explain this to me like I’m five’ is a direct consequence of defunding education. functional illiteracy is a national crisis, one that this administration relies on to maintain power

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11 months ago

I hope we fumigate this house because we’ve been dealing with bugs for so damn long

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