Eric Subpar

for the afternoon/evening people: a great new poem from @ericsubpar.bsky.social

Caleb showed up and showed out 💪

18 PTS
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THE LAST GREAT NORTH AMERICAN HOCKEY TEAM by Eric Subpar I awake on a Saturday. It is my birthday. All my friends are here. My wife is telling me about the preseason. Kevin is still coming. Don’t blow out the candles until Kevin arrives. I won’t, dear. Her ...

today we have a story by Eric Subpar @ericsubpar.bsky.social !!

it's about a man that becomes more & more obsessed with a hockey team, while the rest of his life slowly dissolves

read this story !

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A toilet in someone’s front yard with a plant growing out of it

I can’t explain it but this is what Bluesky is

Had a great fucking Saturday. Hope yours was good.

I’m taking the beginning of your novel and making it mine, I’ll make a few changes, enough to distract and no one will know that I’ve stolen it from you. But I’ll know, and I like to think, in some beautiful way, you’ll know too.

Loved this one.

five poems — Blood+Honey by Eric Subpar “When Your Car Flies Off the Road...you can't tell me...that doesn't feel like love.”

"Five Poems" by Eric Subpar @ericsubpar.bsky.social!!!

www.bloodhoneylit.com/poetry/subpa...

Brave

Donald Trump promotes wild conspiracy theory Joe Biden was executed and cloned Trump amplified the conspiracy theory to his nearly 10 million followers on Truth Social.

POTUS stands for Piece Of Turd Under Shoe.

www.al.com/politics/202...

“A Love As Big As the Whole of the World” by Eric Subpar. The first time I did mushrooms, I watched a clipper ship roll through some umber autumnal cape covered bow to stern with a writhing layer of leeches that one by one fell into the water until the gl…

I have a new little piece up at Citywide Lunch about my psychedelic journey. It isn’t as stupid as it sounds, I hope.

If you want less sensation, go on Lexapro.

Remember the guy who caught his girl cheating and tried to fight the dude but got punched so hard he pooped his pants?

I like being alive because it is all I've ever known

Field House Five, by John Hudak 4 track album

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This is such a lovely little release. I adore how he devoted this album to his entire family. He conveys thankfulness in such a tender, affectionate way. Really beautiful. Thank you John.

Fleurs Mortes, by Nahash 10 track album

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I legitimately have no idea what is going to happen from second to second, and I appreciate this level of mind-fuckery

i'm having a twin peaks experience

#davidlynch #losthighwaymovie #criterioncollection #paulrudd #aliciasilverstone #clueless

I don't edit anything I just shoot my words out and let God sort them out

Stellar prose poetry. Major Jacques Vallee vibes. I’m partial to UFOs. I’m partial to UFO #15.

The wonderful folks at Bruiser have published my “dosed cop” tale and I couldn’t be more proud.

This ain’t no PCP. It’s something else, said the boiling point between his temples.

GHOSTS OVER OPEN WATER by
@ericsubpar.bsky.social

www.bruisermag.com/subpar_ghosts

Rory McIlroy taken by Junior

Ken Griffey Jr took this photo

I find it offensive that Laura Loomer shares the same name as the excellent My Bloody Valentine song from "Loveless." And, judging from the fact that she was born in 1993, two years after "Loveless", means that My Bloody Valentine has an excellent defamation case against her.

Passenger by Eva Alter At fourteen, acutely and newly voiceless I became preoccupied with the basking shark. From an animal family typecast as vicious and soulless and yet itself chiefly passive, it is a creature of pilgrimage, traveling far and slow with the brackish seasons and tides. How analeptic, I thought, to drift from place to place without affliction or care. At fourteen, the basking shark’s liminal, perpetual fate as a simple tourist on this Earth, its life predetermined as transient, stirred my jealousy and fascination. Enduring what felt at that age like limitless suffering, I imagined myself drifting in the vast seawater for eternity, thoughts aimless and opaque, so close to oblivion— yet still entirely corporeal and spirited. Little to think about, little to harm me. Just that endless and boundless ocean. Open and certain as a void.

Kismet by Eva Alter “because a woman’s body is a grave;” Dedication to Hunger, Louise Glück I learned how to do it at fourteen, that brutal undoing of desire— a violent purification ritual, my own; to rid myself of my person, temporarily yet entirely [to rid myself of my soul’s detritus] that porcelain door going nowhere but down down down. I knew I was septic. Knew my skin had been made into rot [knew I had to bear it anyway] and decided to barter my fate sacrificing myself to that chasm of dreck. Once became dozens became thousands each time an unwitting move in some cosmic chess match against God’s magistrate; total expiration the loser’s reward.

twin poems

"Passenger" in @maudlinhouse.bsky.social (maudlinhouse.net/passenger/)

"Kismet" in Eulogy Press
(www.eulogy.press/kismet)

One of the best scenes in film history.

My approach to writing

I've got a poem up thanks to the good folks at Don't Submit!

donotsubmit.net/the-year-i-f...

are Mucho Maas and Sarah J Maas related ?