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"This is so exciting. This is so exciting. I'm so excited" and I am also very very tired...but I couldn't wait! Watch me unbox Multimorbid from bed! Thank you @kithbooks.bsky.social it is SO pretty.

Pre-order now www.kithbooks.com/shop/p/multi... Release date May 28, 2026.

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A circular cross stitch with the word “Multimorbid” in the centre surrounded by purple flowers and green leaves. It is leaning on a box filled with colourful embroidery thread.

A circular cross stitch with the word “Multimorbid” in the centre surrounded by purple flowers and green leaves. It is leaning on a box filled with colourful embroidery thread.

I got to write the words AND stitch the cover! A dream! Multimorbid is available for preorders now!

Release Date: May 28, 2026

kithbooks.com/shop/p/multimorbid

@kithbooks.bsky.social

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kith in print Multimorbid details the frustrations of seeking, asking for, and receiving care. Wood speaks to the mental toll of chronic illness (“Thoughts poisoned feel/are/feel true / Evidence of competency, capa...

Today the chiropody student doing her clinical rotation said to me, “You would make an amazing exam case study.” She’s not wrong!

See for yourself, preorder my book Multimorbid @kithbooks.bsky.social

Release Date: May 28, 2026
preorders are OPEN
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Thank you Brett!

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Multimorbid
by Rebecca Wood

The book's cover is a photograph of an embroidered wreath of flowers surrounding the title. The piece is held in a wooden hoop set on a background of aida cloth embroidered directly with text reading 'by Rebecca Wood'. This cover image is set in a frame and overlayed over two framed wreath sections breaking the corners.

Multimorbid by Rebecca Wood The book's cover is a photograph of an embroidered wreath of flowers surrounding the title. The piece is held in a wooden hoop set on a background of aida cloth embroidered directly with text reading 'by Rebecca Wood'. This cover image is set in a frame and overlayed over two framed wreath sections breaking the corners.

The following poem is framed and accompanied by a cross stitched rectangle that reads MULTIMORBID

There is Grief in Fatigue

slow-moving body through honey
anchored
pulled
towards bed
caffeine comfort
ritual only
liquid warmth wrapping
these tired bones

softness in slowness
and sadness and solitude
letting go of tasks I
imagined for today
writing and cleaning and connecting
taming thoughts I have tamed before
the fear of forever
or worse days to come

I grieve the loss of today
I bring into focus the joy in the rest

soul swelling knowing
my comfort capacity
self-satisfaction
spilling over warmth
of blankets
of meals from my freezer
that I prepared
in a moment of energy ease
strategizing security
for these days
when this body of mine
is pulled
anchored
sticky
fatigued

The following poem is framed and accompanied by a cross stitched rectangle that reads MULTIMORBID There is Grief in Fatigue slow-moving body through honey anchored pulled towards bed caffeine comfort ritual only liquid warmth wrapping these tired bones softness in slowness and sadness and solitude letting go of tasks I imagined for today writing and cleaning and connecting taming thoughts I have tamed before the fear of forever or worse days to come I grieve the loss of today I bring into focus the joy in the rest soul swelling knowing my comfort capacity self-satisfaction spilling over warmth of blankets of meals from my freezer that I prepared in a moment of energy ease strategizing security for these days when this body of mine is pulled anchored sticky fatigued

The following prose selection is framed and accompanied by a cross stitched rectangle that reads by Rebecca Wood

The resident presses my belly through the blue hospital gown. I feel his cold fingertips through the fabric, watch his expression and wonder if he is judging the depth of pressure needed to move through my flesh. I have been in this position before with other residents; naked under open-backed gown, being touched and waiting to see what they feel. My isolation means I haven’t been touched this intimately in over a year. I examine his furrowed brow trying to interpret forehead crease text, writing the pathway of his thoughts as he touches me and visualizes textbook diagrams of organs. Did he learn this diagnostic touch on the first day of class, partnered up with another student? Did they practice feeling their way through each other's fat and fascia, teaching each finger to discern organ arrangements? Am I the fattest person he has had to feel and does that make it more difficult for him to confidently find the contours of my contents? It delights me that this tactile testing, dreamed up by a history of humans trying to understand our insides, hasn’t been entirely replaced by scans and scopes. This diagnostic feeling, a resident probing my belly, is always the beginning of my triennial colonoscopy. We will look inside, but first, touch me.
    - “Somewhat obese but otherwise well”

The following prose selection is framed and accompanied by a cross stitched rectangle that reads by Rebecca Wood The resident presses my belly through the blue hospital gown. I feel his cold fingertips through the fabric, watch his expression and wonder if he is judging the depth of pressure needed to move through my flesh. I have been in this position before with other residents; naked under open-backed gown, being touched and waiting to see what they feel. My isolation means I haven’t been touched this intimately in over a year. I examine his furrowed brow trying to interpret forehead crease text, writing the pathway of his thoughts as he touches me and visualizes textbook diagrams of organs. Did he learn this diagnostic touch on the first day of class, partnered up with another student? Did they practice feeling their way through each other's fat and fascia, teaching each finger to discern organ arrangements? Am I the fattest person he has had to feel and does that make it more difficult for him to confidently find the contours of my contents? It delights me that this tactile testing, dreamed up by a history of humans trying to understand our insides, hasn’t been entirely replaced by scans and scopes. This diagnostic feeling, a resident probing my belly, is always the beginning of my triennial colonoscopy. We will look inside, but first, touch me. - “Somewhat obese but otherwise well”

The following text appears on a background of aida cloth scattered with embroidery floss bobbins wrapped in the the colours of the front cover piece

"Rich in metaphor, with a beautiful
sense of rhythm, Multimorbid promises
to be a relatable read for some and
illuminating for others. A deeply moving
poetic expression of embodied experience."
Audrey T. Carroll, author of The Gaia Hypothesis
and In My Next Queer Life, I Want to Be


“I am trying to cultivate desire for my own body. I’m curious if it might be a lifeline to feeling well.” In this multi form, mixed genre collection, Rebecca Wood wrestles the body—both fact and idea—in an attempt to fold illness and expectation into one sense of self. Honest at times to the point of discomfort, Wood takes us into the headspace and heartspace of the chronically ill. What does it take to seek care in a pathologised body. What does it take to receive it when you’ve been stripped of your worth. Steeped in the medical, the merciful,
the harsh light of grief, Woods words offer grace for the knowing and truth for the rest.”

The following text appears on a background of aida cloth scattered with embroidery floss bobbins wrapped in the the colours of the front cover piece "Rich in metaphor, with a beautiful sense of rhythm, Multimorbid promises to be a relatable read for some and illuminating for others. A deeply moving poetic expression of embodied experience." Audrey T. Carroll, author of The Gaia Hypothesis and In My Next Queer Life, I Want to Be “I am trying to cultivate desire for my own body. I’m curious if it might be a lifeline to feeling well.” In this multi form, mixed genre collection, Rebecca Wood wrestles the body—both fact and idea—in an attempt to fold illness and expectation into one sense of self. Honest at times to the point of discomfort, Wood takes us into the headspace and heartspace of the chronically ill. What does it take to seek care in a pathologised body. What does it take to receive it when you’ve been stripped of your worth. Steeped in the medical, the merciful, the harsh light of grief, Woods words offer grace for the knowing and truth for the rest.”

“Multimorbid’s oftentimes darkly comic take on disability leaves everyone complicit and a little bit scarred. Welcome to @bextatic.bsky.social's multiaffected, multifaceted, multimorbid life.” @kithbooks.bsky.social

Release Date: May 28, 2026
preorders are OPEN
kithbooks.com/shop/p/multimorbid

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Multimorbid has been available for preorder for 1 week and it has been so amazing to hear from people excited to read my words! Will we need even more before the release date May 28th?

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This is incredibly exciting to hear!

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TRANS RIGHTS READATHON
#TransRightsReadathon

read trans with free eBooks until March 31st

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TRANS RIGHTS READATHON #TransRightsReadathon read trans with free eBooks until March 31st kithbooks.com

READ TRANS!


the following book covers along with text reading: READ TRANS


Maybe Just This
Bones

What was eaten was given
Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood

You Are Not Your Bones & Lesser Misfortunes
Alice Scott

WOLFCANNON
CJ Selwyn

A Beginners Guide to Building Your Own Chrysalis
Alex Cregan & Sofftpunk

SWARM
NDR

Femmedom Gangbang Erotica
Esmeralda Quick

with gasoline
nat raum

space neon neon space
luna rey hall

<bo(d)y rendering>
A. Deshmane

Like Blood on a Dog's Teeth
Nivik

36 Views of My Breasts
Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood

icarus rising
dre levant

Transmasc Marvel Girl
sterling-elizabeth arcadia

all our eBooks are free until March 31st
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READ TRANS! the following book covers along with text reading: READ TRANS Maybe Just This Bones What was eaten was given Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood You Are Not Your Bones & Lesser Misfortunes Alice Scott WOLFCANNON CJ Selwyn A Beginners Guide to Building Your Own Chrysalis Alex Cregan & Sofftpunk SWARM NDR Femmedom Gangbang Erotica Esmeralda Quick with gasoline nat raum space neon neon space luna rey hall <bo(d)y rendering> A. Deshmane Like Blood on a Dog's Teeth Nivik 36 Views of My Breasts Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood icarus rising dre levant Transmasc Marvel Girl sterling-elizabeth arcadia all our eBooks are free until March 31st kithbooks.com

TRANS RIGHTS READATHON
#TransRightsReadathon

read trans with free eBooks until March 31st
kithbooks.com

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kith in print Multimorbid details the frustrations of seeking, asking for, and receiving care. Wood speaks to the mental toll of chronic illness (“Thoughts poisoned feel/are/feel true / Evidence of competency, capa...

Poetry book out May 28, 2026, so please consider preordering, if able!🫂

"Be mysterious, they tell us, but Rebecca Wood would like to be anything but. Through poetry, prose, & clever wordplay, Multimorbid details the frustrations of seeking, asking for, & receiving care"✨

🔗 www.rebeccawoodwrites.ca

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Multimorbid
by Rebecca Wood

The book's cover is a photograph of an embroidered wreath of flowers surrounding the title. The piece is held in a wooden hoop set on a background of aida cloth embroidered directly with text reading 'by Rebecca Wood'. This cover image is set in a frame and overlayed over two framed wreath sections breaking hte corners.

Multimorbid by Rebecca Wood The book's cover is a photograph of an embroidered wreath of flowers surrounding the title. The piece is held in a wooden hoop set on a background of aida cloth embroidered directly with text reading 'by Rebecca Wood'. This cover image is set in a frame and overlayed over two framed wreath sections breaking hte corners.

The following poem is framed and accompanied by a cross stitched rectangle that reads MULTIMORBID

There is Grief in Fatigue

slow-moving body through honey
anchored
pulled
towards bed
caffeine comfort
ritual only
liquid warmth wrapping
these tired bones

softness in slowness
and sadness and solitude
letting go of tasks I
imagined for today
writing and cleaning and connecting
taming thoughts I have tamed before
the fear of forever
or worse days to come

I grieve the loss of today
I bring into focus the joy in the rest

soul swelling knowing
my comfort capacity
self-satisfaction
spilling over warmth
of blankets
of meals from my freezer
that I prepared
in a moment of energy ease
strategizing security
for these days
when this body of mine
is pulled
anchored
sticky
fatigued

The following poem is framed and accompanied by a cross stitched rectangle that reads MULTIMORBID There is Grief in Fatigue slow-moving body through honey anchored pulled towards bed caffeine comfort ritual only liquid warmth wrapping these tired bones softness in slowness and sadness and solitude letting go of tasks I imagined for today writing and cleaning and connecting taming thoughts I have tamed before the fear of forever or worse days to come I grieve the loss of today I bring into focus the joy in the rest soul swelling knowing my comfort capacity self-satisfaction spilling over warmth of blankets of meals from my freezer that I prepared in a moment of energy ease strategizing security for these days when this body of mine is pulled anchored sticky fatigued

The following prose selection is framed and accompanied by a cross stitched rectangle that reads by Rebecca Wood

The resident presses my belly through the blue hospital gown. I feel his cold fingertips through the fabric, watch his expression and wonder if he is judging the depth of pressure needed to move through my flesh. I have been in this position before with other residents; naked under open-backed gown, being touched and waiting to see what they feel. My isolation means I haven’t been touched this intimately in over a year. I examine his furrowed brow trying to interpret forehead crease text, writing the pathway of his thoughts as he touches me and visualizes textbook diagrams of organs. Did he learn this diagnostic touch on the first day of class, partnered up with another student? Did they practice feeling their way through each other's fat and fascia, teaching each finger to discern organ arrangements? Am I the fattest person he has had to feel and does that make it more difficult for him to confidently find the contours of my contents? It delights me that this tactile testing, dreamed up by a history of humans trying to understand our insides, hasn’t been entirely replaced by scans and scopes. This diagnostic feeling, a resident probing my belly, is always the beginning of my triennial colonoscopy. We will look inside, but first, touch me.
    - “Somewhat obese but otherwise well”

The following prose selection is framed and accompanied by a cross stitched rectangle that reads by Rebecca Wood The resident presses my belly through the blue hospital gown. I feel his cold fingertips through the fabric, watch his expression and wonder if he is judging the depth of pressure needed to move through my flesh. I have been in this position before with other residents; naked under open-backed gown, being touched and waiting to see what they feel. My isolation means I haven’t been touched this intimately in over a year. I examine his furrowed brow trying to interpret forehead crease text, writing the pathway of his thoughts as he touches me and visualizes textbook diagrams of organs. Did he learn this diagnostic touch on the first day of class, partnered up with another student? Did they practice feeling their way through each other's fat and fascia, teaching each finger to discern organ arrangements? Am I the fattest person he has had to feel and does that make it more difficult for him to confidently find the contours of my contents? It delights me that this tactile testing, dreamed up by a history of humans trying to understand our insides, hasn’t been entirely replaced by scans and scopes. This diagnostic feeling, a resident probing my belly, is always the beginning of my triennial colonoscopy. We will look inside, but first, touch me. - “Somewhat obese but otherwise well”

The following text appears on a background of aida cloth scattered with embroidery floss bobbins wrapped in the the colours of the front cover piece

"Rich in metaphor, with a beautiful
sense of rhythm, Multimorbid promises
to be a relatable read for some and
illuminating for others. A deeply moving
poetic expression of embodied experience."
Audrey T. Carroll, author of The Gaia Hypothesis
and In My Next Queer Life, I Want to Be


“I am trying to cultivate desire for my own body. I’m curious if it might be a lifeline to feeling well.” In this multi form, mixed genre collection, Rebecca Wood wrestles the body—both fact and idea—in an attempt to fold illness and expectation into one sense of self. Honest at times to the point of discomfort, Wood takes us into the headspace and heartspace of the chronically ill. What does it take to seek care in a pathologised body. What does it take to receive it when you’ve been stripped of your worth. Steeped in the medical, the merciful,
the harsh light of grief, Woods words offer grace for the knowing and truth for the rest.”

The following text appears on a background of aida cloth scattered with embroidery floss bobbins wrapped in the the colours of the front cover piece "Rich in metaphor, with a beautiful sense of rhythm, Multimorbid promises to be a relatable read for some and illuminating for others. A deeply moving poetic expression of embodied experience." Audrey T. Carroll, author of The Gaia Hypothesis and In My Next Queer Life, I Want to Be “I am trying to cultivate desire for my own body. I’m curious if it might be a lifeline to feeling well.” In this multi form, mixed genre collection, Rebecca Wood wrestles the body—both fact and idea—in an attempt to fold illness and expectation into one sense of self. Honest at times to the point of discomfort, Wood takes us into the headspace and heartspace of the chronically ill. What does it take to seek care in a pathologised body. What does it take to receive it when you’ve been stripped of your worth. Steeped in the medical, the merciful, the harsh light of grief, Woods words offer grace for the knowing and truth for the rest.”

Multimorbid’s oftentimes darkly comic take on disability leaves everyone complicit and a little bit scarred. Welcome to @bextatic.bsky.social's multiaffected, multifaceted, multimorbid life.

Release Date: May 28, 2026
preorders are OPEN
kithbooks.com/shop/p/multimorbid

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Rebecca Wood – Wordgathering

Thank you to the medical admin person who, when I mentioned I wrote poetry about my experience navigating the medical system, not only asked me to write down where she could read it but today followed up to tell me specifically what she loved about it and asked if she could share it with others.💜

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REST/UNREST | 48.3 - ROOM Magazine ROOM 48.3: REST/UNREST Editor: Rachel Thompson Assistant Editor: Holly Lam Shadow: Hamdah Shabbir Cover Art: The End by Diana Nguyễn In this issue: Lilith Acadia, Calypso André, Lisa Baird, Chri...

I have two poems in the upcoming issue of Room Magazine on the theme REST/UNREST. Pre-orders available now! roommagazine.com/product/rest...

6 months ago 1 2 0 0

This week I got back into a virtual room with my writing group that hasn’t met since June and last night I went to a community bonfire celebrating a lovely writing community I am a part of. Wow does it feel nice to celebrate successes and create simultaneously with other writers!

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Cover of TRANSITION magazine visible under an open copy that shows the title “Depressive Wayfaring” by Rebecca Wood. There is an image of a compass and the first part of the text of the essay is visible “Trauma is cumulative. Life experiences later on top of one another to create a palimpsest map that leads the body towards safety, marking pathways, rerouting nervous system responses for self protection…”

Cover of TRANSITION magazine visible under an open copy that shows the title “Depressive Wayfaring” by Rebecca Wood. There is an image of a compass and the first part of the text of the essay is visible “Trauma is cumulative. Life experiences later on top of one another to create a palimpsest map that leads the body towards safety, marking pathways, rerouting nervous system responses for self protection…”

I’m so proud to share my essay “Depressive Wayfaring” is out now in the Canadian Mental Health Association magazing TRANSITION. Available for subscribers here: sk.cmha.ca/documents/tr...

Two years ago I published my first poem and it has been a goal to appear in print in a Canadian publication!

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Hospital Mindfulness Program Pantoum Transient discomfort of uncertain origin Activating ancient internal reactions

I wrote a pantoum about mindfulness and I am glad it found a home with Kneebrace Press! kneebracepress.com/2025/04/15/h...
The repetition and rearranging of this form felt like a reflection of the learning and relearning I experience while meditating.

10 months ago 6 1 0 0

That picture!

11 months ago 1 0 1 0
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I highly recommend you read this story by one of my forever friends Lia Matthew Brown instead of scrolling on your phone!

11 months ago 2 1 0 0
Text reads kneebracepress.com
Illness Survival Skills
By Rebecca Wood
Finding the edges of functionality
When sick is not contagious 
Body heaving with thought distortions
Incapable mind bile
Bitter

Text reads kneebracepress.com Illness Survival Skills By Rebecca Wood Finding the edges of functionality When sick is not contagious Body heaving with thought distortions Incapable mind bile Bitter

I am so pleased to share my poem “Illness Survival Skills” published this week by Kneebrace Press kneebracepress.com/2025/03/25/i... This poem will appear in my debut chapbook “Multimorbid” out this year with kith books.

1 year ago 2 1 0 0
Cover of Fall-osophy: My Trip through Life with MS, a memoir by Ardra Sheppard. Below the title there is a drawing of a woman in a black dress. She is shown from shoulders down as though she has fallen with her feet in the air. One foot is wearing heels. The other foot is bare and the shoe has fallen off. Above the title is a drawing of a cane. Background of cover is pink, orange and green. Quote in the top corner “Bright, and spilling over with insight” -Rebecca Taussig author of Sitting Pretty

Cover of Fall-osophy: My Trip through Life with MS, a memoir by Ardra Sheppard. Below the title there is a drawing of a woman in a black dress. She is shown from shoulders down as though she has fallen with her feet in the air. One foot is wearing heels. The other foot is bare and the shoe has fallen off. Above the title is a drawing of a cane. Background of cover is pink, orange and green. Quote in the top corner “Bright, and spilling over with insight” -Rebecca Taussig author of Sitting Pretty

Thank you @ms-trippingonair.bsky.social and @douglasmcintyre.bsky.social for the opportunity to read this excellent book! I was diagnosed with MS around the same time as Ardra and I loved learning more about her life through her funny and engaging writing style.

www.goodreads.com/review/show/...

1 year ago 3 1 1 0
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“Emergency Contact” by Rebecca Wood - League of Canadian Poets Poetry Pause is the League of Canadian Poets' daily poetry dispatch. Read “Emergency Contact” by Rebecca Wood.

This is a heavy one. It is about wanting to be the best support possible to a sibling in crisis and the uncertainty of what that can mean moment to moment. This poem received an honourable mention from the League of Canadian Poets summer contest and I am proud of it. poets.ca/emergency-co...

1 year ago 3 1 0 0
Image of the title page of my essay. Title MS Clinic at the top of the page. Graphic of a chapel stained glass window. Text at the bottom of the page by Rebecca Wood and page number 23. Below is the picture of the cover of Feels. Text Feels in pink at the top, painted art in the centre and text Disability issue at the bottom. Image border is purple.

Image of the title page of my essay. Title MS Clinic at the top of the page. Graphic of a chapel stained glass window. Text at the bottom of the page by Rebecca Wood and page number 23. Below is the picture of the cover of Feels. Text Feels in pink at the top, painted art in the centre and text Disability issue at the bottom. Image border is purple.

My piece “MS Clinic” is in this beautiful issue of Feels! The launch was so lovely and Hannah, Sarah and Therese did an amazing job editing this work. I am honoured to be included with such amazing writers and artists! feelszine.com/products/dis...

1 year ago 4 1 0 0
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FEELS Issue 23: Disability Launch Party Join the creators of FEELS (including this issue's Guest Editor, Therese Estacion) to celebrate our 23rd issue, in person or online!

So excited to read my piece and celebrate the FEELS Disability issue launch this Sunday! In-person and virtual event! www.eventbrite.ca/e/feels-issu...

1 year ago 4 1 0 0
New Page | Honeyguide Magazine Home

Excited to share this Creative Nonfiction piece out in Honeyguide Literary Magazine! Bee in My Skylight is about a bee who came to visit and how it is hard to ask for help sometimes. 🐝 www.honeyguidemag.com/issue-9/new-...

1 year ago 5 1 0 0
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Image Description: The Disability Holiday Market graphic, featuring a light blue background with snowflakes. At the top are the words "The Disability Collective & Wagner-Green Centre for Access and Inclusion present" in capital letters. Below are the words "The Disability Holiday Market" in a cursive font. Below are the words "Sunday, December 8, 2024 | 11 AM - 5 PM”, "Wychwood Barns", "Crafts | Food & Drinks | Gifts", and "Free Admission", all in capital letters. All text is in blue. At the top left and right corners are bunches of flowers in red, cream, and grey colours. At the bottom left and right corners are green evergreen trees. At the bottom is a layer of snow. In the centre of the snow is a blue booth with snow and a sprig of holly on top. The roof of the booth has dark blue vertical lines on it. In the centre of the booth is a kinara, mittens, a snow globe, a cake on a cake stand, a plate of jelly donuts, a menorah, and a dreidel. Underneath is a string of lights. Below are The Disability Collective and the Miles Nadal JCC logos. Below the booth are the words "thedisabilitycollective.com" and “mnjcc.org/access” in blue capital letters. To the left and right of the booths are stacks of wrapped presents in blue, white, and yellow hues. Beside the presents on either side are groups of people smiling and enjoying the Market

Image Description: The Disability Holiday Market graphic, featuring a light blue background with snowflakes. At the top are the words "The Disability Collective & Wagner-Green Centre for Access and Inclusion present" in capital letters. Below are the words "The Disability Holiday Market" in a cursive font. Below are the words "Sunday, December 8, 2024 | 11 AM - 5 PM”, "Wychwood Barns", "Crafts | Food & Drinks | Gifts", and "Free Admission", all in capital letters. All text is in blue. At the top left and right corners are bunches of flowers in red, cream, and grey colours. At the bottom left and right corners are green evergreen trees. At the bottom is a layer of snow. In the centre of the snow is a blue booth with snow and a sprig of holly on top. The roof of the booth has dark blue vertical lines on it. In the centre of the booth is a kinara, mittens, a snow globe, a cake on a cake stand, a plate of jelly donuts, a menorah, and a dreidel. Underneath is a string of lights. Below are The Disability Collective and the Miles Nadal JCC logos. Below the booth are the words "thedisabilitycollective.com" and “mnjcc.org/access” in blue capital letters. To the left and right of the booths are stacks of wrapped presents in blue, white, and yellow hues. Beside the presents on either side are groups of people smiling and enjoying the Market

Come see me next week at the Disability Holiday Market! Sunday December 8, 11am-5pm at Wychwood Barns 601 Christie Street. Visit my instagram @knots_and_clay to see the hats, earrings and ornaments I have been making!

1 year ago 2 0 0 0

It’s a writing from bed kind of week. Symptoms are flaring and I am resting, reading and writing into the question that popped into my head when I couldn’t sleep, “what does the universe smell like?”

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Screen shot of honourable mentions for the Summer Lovin’ Contest. Full list of names and poem titles can be read with screen reader at https://poets.ca/summerlovin2024/

Screen shot of honourable mentions for the Summer Lovin’ Contest. Full list of names and poem titles can be read with screen reader at https://poets.ca/summerlovin2024/

Thrilled to receive an honourable mention in the League of Canadian Poets Summer Lovin’ Contest! Congratulations to the winners and all the honourable mentions! Read the winning poems here: poets.ca/summerlovin2...

1 year ago 6 1 0 0

Curious about me, my writing and my poem recently published by Pinhole Poetry? Check my interview with them here: pinholepoetry.ca/an-interview... Thank you @pinholepoetry.bsky.social for creating space to share and learn more about the poets in the July 2024 issue!

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Rebecca Wood — Corporeal Decoding the symbology of aloneness Reading the reference texts of connection

Check out my two new poems in Corporeal, “Language of Alone” and “The Messes are Mine” www.corporeallitmag.com/volume-14/re... These pieces are part of my poetic explorations of being immunocompromised and isolated over the last few years. Take a look at the other great work in this lovely lit mag!

1 year ago 3 1 0 0
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· P I N H O L E • P O E T R Y REBECCA WOOD Small Screen Safety lips partedsensuous silent solitudestill framelight curvequiet captureleading lustful longingidea of meno illness in imagemy body in anglesstrategic skin on screensafe...

"gnawing knowing
safe in a fantasy
serving this moment
not really
what I want"

#TodaysPoem #poetry
Small Screen Safety by Rebecca Wood (@bextatic.bsky.social) (2024 @pinholepoetry.bsky.social) tinyurl.com/2786ptxu

1 year ago 3 3 0 0

Find my poem “Small Screen Safety” in this beautiful new issue of Pinhole Poetry. I am so grateful to be a part of it! What a lovely day to explore desire.

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