Jessicanonize 🌬
Catholic, writer, poet, editor, anti- anyone who thinks my trans daughter is going to Hell. Associate editor for @jacklegpress.bsky.social, Reader for @unchartedmag.bsky.social and @Dogyardmag.com.
- Pain, when externalized, becomes finite. Finite pain can be survived. Unwitnessed, amorphous pain feels endless and unreal.
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- It's always poetry when the heart is sick. Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow’s dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, You would close your term here, up and be gone? - Thomas Hardy, The Going
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- Some things only poets understand. 'You did not come, and marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.' - Thomas Hardy, A Broken Appointment 'We rest -- a dream has power to poison sleep.' - Shelley, Mutability 'Here the crow starves.' - T.S. Eliot, Landscapes: Rannoch, by Glencoe
- When you quit lying to yourself, there's no one left.
