Michael Kiggins

That and/or they heard from their mega donors.

Tried to like this for the second time today.

So… this is not good.

I hope you’re doing as well as can be expected.

Me, I’m a revision pig.

The whole cast is amazing.

Quit scrolling through social media theological debates.
Quit scrolling through social media theological debates.
Quit scrolling through social media theological debates.
Quit scrolling through social media theological debates.
Jesus Christ, my sanity.

What a weird-ass Rapture. Only the Constitution disappeared.

Yes, it is.

I mean, let it happen; it will be yet another Great Disappointment for those true believers, but 🤷🏻‍♂️

I read Daniel Kraus’s Whalefall earlier this year, so seeing this today was really cool.

A pizza loving dog fridge magnet my kids gave me for my birthday.

It's Pizza Friday. We've earned this.

Since many of us are cancelling streaming services, now might also be a good time to support writers and artists. Times are extremely tough for creatives, so why not buy a book, commission an art piece, sign up for a Patreon, tip your favorite creators. Everything helps.

Everyone please stop texting me I’m already on page three of a Cocaine Capybara script.

psalm from a gulf coast garden — Susurrus

"bless our stupid, human hearts
believing that adam somehow
merited the power to name every animal..."

"psalm from a gulf coast garden" by Elisheva Fox

I’m so sorry, Elizabeth. Spend all the time can with him.

Present Tense by Todd Dillard My father’s telling me about his dog, how it fell into a well when they were walking down a wooded path. His dog ran across some rotted planks, the planks splintered, “And whoosh!” my father says. “No more dog.” I look at the clock and remind my father it’s three A.M. “I’m not finished,” he says. He tells me about the rope he bought, the bucket, how he knotted the rope to the bucket, lowered it down, and yelled for the dog to get in. “But all I pulled up was more barking.” “Dad,” I say. “This never happened.” He says he can’t remember how long he tried to get the dog to shimmy into the bucket. Just that at some point when the sky turned tawny—“Dad—“ as a pitcher of sweet tea—“Dad—“ he decided to give up. “Dad,” I say. “It’s late. I’m tired. And you’re dead.” “Dammit, son,” my father says. “Let me finish!” My father tells me about filling the bucket with dirt and pouring the dirt into the well. And I know what he’s getting at, I know he’s going to tell me bucket by bucket he filled the well and the dog jumped out. He’s going to say something about how the dog led him home through the dark. I know this so loudly I don’t hear, at first, my father’s silence. “Dad?” I say. “Dad, are you there?” I keep lowering the bucket but all I ever pull up are leaves. Red leaves. Lately, some gold.

my issue of Threepenny is here! here’s my poem “Present Tense,” I would love for you to give it a read!

“I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.”

Dang, Todd. That’s good.

Same, cicada, same.

My Father as Weather by Chrissy Stegman - Rattle: Poetry Each morning he rises out of the scrub grass, half-thought, half-threat. The grass doesn’t scream, just splits its dry mouth to cradle him.

My poem, My Father as Weather, in Rattle. rattle.com/my-father-as...

You know what, we don’t need to keep helping them shift the Overton window. What the fuck? I mean, seriously, what the actual fuck?

A photo of a dead moth on its back in the space between my back seat and the rear window.

Found this poor them when I opened my trunk. Oh, tiny Mothra, may you fly on and on.

The five gayest acting “straight”guys just ordered coffee and matcha at my local breakfast spot, all of them wearing “Get Strong Ministry” shirts with 1 Timothy 4:8 emblazoned on the back.

Holocaust Survivor Stephen Kapos delivers some rare truth on British television about Gaza:

‘I think the whole of the West is guilty in not opposing this strongly enough, particularly the mass media, which has been lying by omission...taking Israeli statements unchallenged’

I Don’t Know I Don’t Know by Todd Dillard A note in my Notes App reads: “Love Poems from the End of the World” Beneath it a blankness like a pool drained of its water Beneath that a list of ingredients to make beef bo...

LOTS of great @toddedillard.bsky.social poems under the skulls! here's one:

www.havehashad.com/hadposts/i-d...

40-Year-Old David Wojnarowicz Mural Resurfaces, Only to Be Hidden Again The stewards of the artist’s legacy hope that a work miraculously discovered in Louisville, Kentucky, now covered up by the building’s developer, can see the light of day once more.

I hope the folks involved here can rescue this David Wojnarowicz mural. hyperallergic.com/1034063/a-40...

Classes start Monday. Have I finished my syllabi? Oh, sweet summer child…no.

Close-up shot of a tree stump atop which someone has placed four tiny plastic dinosaur* figures: from top left to bottom right, these are a yellow dimetrodon*, a blue pterodactyl, a green Tyrannosaurus rex, and a pink brontosaurus; * I know dimensions were synapsids, not dinosaurs, and **I know pterodactyls weren’t dinosaurs.

Saw this today on my walk at the greenway.

How your work email finds me

Sorry for not texting you back I was obsessing about tragedies I’m powerless to change