Emma Bolden

truly the most important task there is, besides just sticking it to the man (generally)

good morning, just thinking about how so much of the literary world is built on free work and so many people/institutions profit from the unpaid labor of others

Know Your Birds:
Pigeon - Default bird
Seagull - Noisy bird
Dog - This one isn't a bird
Kangaroo - Neither is this one
Octopus - Also not a bird

few things motivate me more than proving some asshat wrong

*werner herzog voice* you have your light evenings now but the mornings are darker than ever

can you imagine. “the soft center of this rock must be so delicious, i’m gonna eat it raw”

we gotta find out which guy came first, chicken guy or egg guy

if i could go back in time to meet any person, it would be the first guy who decided to eat an egg

Went to the Bone Temple and they were worshipping your mom

my toxic trait is that i always want to snuggle with my pet but i have a cat

he does, he is very interested in pottery and glassware. mostly knocking it off of the table.

truly the best of all hobbies

i lost mine and it physically hurts my heart

it is the best blush and IT IS ETERNAL

my hobbies include taking pictures of my cat and then looking at pictures of my cat

the half-life of your average container of blush is 1,000 years. archeologists of the far future will still be able to use the samples of nars orgasm you got from sephora.

When someone says „Scientists do not want you to know“ you can dismiss everything from there on. Scientists want you to know. They are desperate that you know. They can’t shut up about what they found out and want you to know.

thank you!!!

thank you so much!

ahhh thank you!

thank you!!!

Golgotha Emma Bolden Flayed flat, a lion, a night burnished bright. There was a sea of cloth and fang. There was a woman who sang all night, a single note the birds caught in their beaks. There was a miracle or there wasn’t. There was the holy spectacle of belief. The people swore it meant something, the way they shook, the way terror thorned through the trees, but everything continued to exist, flat as a painting, as the open breaking through a wound. There was a sky. The blue-lipped the worms did their work. The people looked at each other and saw ignition, their own terrors crowning them in perfect, piercing arrows of flame.

i'm very honored to have two poems in the latest issue of waxwing, including this one, which feels ... timely. you can visit both poems and the rest of the issue, which i'm lucky to be a part of, here: waxwingmag.org

My New Doctor Asks Me If I’ve Ever Used Tobacco Products I lie because I don’t want my insurance rates to go up, because he has my family history right in front of him where it says both my parents died of lung cancer. Even if he’s too polite to say it, …

Thrilled to have a new CNF in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social , a magazine I’ve long admired. Grateful to the awesome @katiemanningpoet.bsky.social for letting me dip my toes in the illustrious waters of this new issue. 🐳 🗺️ 📓

god this is so so heartbreakingly good

cramming for this eye exam looking at every fucking thing I can

the only good thing to come out of the new wuthering heights movie is that i see kate bush dancing every time i get on social media

a gummy worm on a leaf next to more nature

nature is so beautiful

few things feel more dystopian than the stock market

the accuracy is stunning

jesus christ