just when i thought i had gotten all my birthday presents, the lovely
@angeelio
comes through with the kickass cover.
this is a sloppy reveal but you’ll get a thousand chances to retweet me talking about this book, don’t worry…
it's my birthday! if you want to celebrate my existence on this planet, you should preorder my poetry collection THUMBSUCKER from
@MalarkeyBooks
. it's coming out on 4/1/24.
🔗
i've seen the cover and it looks fucking awesome. for now, hint:
someone informed me of this at Powell’s so despite me having one of the worst nights ever during one of the worst periods of my life ever i had to post it
people whose brand is being the Asshole who voices what others are "scared to admit" are funny to me because in my experience, what people are too "scared to admit" isn't typically aggro, cruel shit but sincere feelings that make them vulnerable to rejection or scrutiny by others
not to sound like a tool but when i get the sense that my intensity/passion/sincerity is making someone behave cruelly to me or talk behind my back, i kind of imagine them like a poorly socialized dog going apeshit because they saw someone wearing a hat for the first time
it's my birthday! if you want to celebrate my existence on this planet, you should preorder my poetry collection THUMBSUCKER from
@MalarkeyBooks
. it's coming out on 4/1/24.
🔗
i've seen the cover and it looks fucking awesome. for now, hint:
having one of those days where i remember how much of a miracle it is to write and be among writers and to have my stuff published and read by even a few people. it's an easy thing to take for granted most of the time, tbh, but it's a fucking blessing and that bears remembering.
“Show Notes” by Kat Giordano 🪞
@giordkat
The aplomb of a pen to speak what burns, the color of a heart emoji can change everything, with a decadence in syllables, Giordano serves with prowess
forgot i had this sims tarot deck until just now when i found it looking for wrapping paper. which is crazy because this is the most Kat object in my home
i finally released a book of poetry that'd been haunting me like a demon since 2018 and was able to let go of some of my regrets and baggage in doing so. (georgia was nonplussed)
📖:
Hi all! Kat’s handler here. Unfortunately, you may not see much from Kat on here in the coming months, as they have sadly succumbed to Sleepy Eepy Little Guy Disease and had to rest their little eyes for a moment. Please send best wishes for their swift recovery.🤞🏻
guy parked outside is blasting clair de lune out of his car at a volume where i can hear it in here with my windows closed. it’s lightly snowing. poetry is abundant this morning
happy new year! it’s time for me to post this poem of mine from 2018 again. bonus points if you can tell me the very obscure reference to Fairly Oddparents. 🥂🤍
happy first birthday to TELL ME YOU’VE EARNED IT, which you can absolutely still buy if you, yknow, haven’t, and you want to read me at my most borderline and exploring all of the ways in which i act like a beaten dog. thank you
@gobpilepress
😘
just listened to a guy i went to school with (friends with a guy i was unrequitedly obsessed with for years, deep lore) playing a gorgeous song on the violin in a church to honor his mom who passed away this year and i’m not okay. heart still works huh?
ICYMI, i officially relaunched my 2021 mag/site/whatever, VANITY, yesterday. not completely open for subs yet, but will be seeking self-indulgent, navel gazing, etc. writing — whatever that means to you. new stuff coming in a few days, sub period probably in as many weeks. 😌🪞
happy new year and welcome the FUCK back to VANITY. i'm a realistic fish head, and this is an excerpt of
@tylercdempsey
's novel WILL WE ALL STILL SEE EACH OTHER AFTERWARD, ft. moose, sexting, and shazam but for food. get this in you—
🫎🫎🫎🫎🫎🫎🫎🫎🫎🫎
just sent a ton of emails to people who submitted to
@VANITYpress
back in the day ("the day" being 2021) who i sent acceptances and then totally ghosted on. probably not necessary but it is important for me, as i return with my tail between my legs, to try and make it right, lol.
you go to college and then for the rest of your life you get weird invitations in the mail for events like “council of the chancellor’s good fellows’ celebration of doug johnson’s service to the historic mcgregor farmhouse foundation”
thinking about last year when i submitted to threepenny for shits and giggles, never got a response, and then got the world's rudest email from the editor when i followed up on it
the malarkey book club is a STEAL, and it's so nice to just get books in the mail without having to think about it. and next year one of those 2024 books will be a poetry collection by yours truly which already justifies the cost if i do say so myself...
We need more book club members: sign up now and get all our 2024 titles mailed to you throughout the next year. Seven books. Five issues of King Ludd’s Rag. And Hellarkey, our Halloween special. Plus stickers and who knows what else.
pretty sure i’m doing three readings in january, which is awesome for all of you in the greater Philly/NYC areas but terrible for my “languishing alone in bed” hobby