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We Catch Up Over Beers After Your Divorce by Isabelle Correa #voice #audio #fyp #poetry #poems #poetrytok #poetryreading TikTok video by VoxSeis

Let me share the gut punch with you.

We Catch Up Over Beers After Your Divorce by Isabelle Correa

#Voice by me.

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Good Girl and Other Yearnings Correa's debut full-length collection explores how trauma shakes the foundations of identity, and how healing happens on every level: atomic, corporeal, corporate, and cosmic. Raw and lyrical, persona...

Its launch day for my new poetry collection GOOD GIRL AND OTHER YEARNINGS

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An open book contains a poem called "A poem is a place." To the left of the book a hand holds a baby corn snake, which coils down the page.

An open book contains a poem called "A poem is a place." To the left of the book a hand holds a baby corn snake, which coils down the page.

my baby corn snake enjoying a poem by @isabellewrites.bsky.social

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"We catch up over beers after your divorce" by Isabelle Correa

We talk college days and step kids, dogs
and driving manual in Vietnam, your studio
in Portland, how we've only ever fucked twice,
both times on the floor, and what might have been

if we'd known how to make each other happy.
I tell you, I like the way you speak.
You've got a tongue worth paying attention to.
I tell you, I want to be friends. I want to be friends

we think about tearing each other open,
mad and wet and sorry with nostalgia
for a life we didn't live together.
I'm doing fine, as in, my body takes up space

and hardly anyone notices I'm a yawn
away from dissolving. Pity makes a soul
porous and people like us whistle
when the wind blows. We remember

being young together - all that trust
in the goodness of our own lives,
where did it go? Maybe I'll find it
by sucking on your shoulders.

I want you unreasonably.

I remember touching you
in ways I never have.

"We catch up over beers after your divorce" by Isabelle Correa We talk college days and step kids, dogs and driving manual in Vietnam, your studio in Portland, how we've only ever fucked twice, both times on the floor, and what might have been if we'd known how to make each other happy. I tell you, I like the way you speak. You've got a tongue worth paying attention to. I tell you, I want to be friends. I want to be friends we think about tearing each other open, mad and wet and sorry with nostalgia for a life we didn't live together. I'm doing fine, as in, my body takes up space and hardly anyone notices I'm a yawn away from dissolving. Pity makes a soul porous and people like us whistle when the wind blows. We remember being young together - all that trust in the goodness of our own lives, where did it go? Maybe I'll find it by sucking on your shoulders. I want you unreasonably. I remember touching you in ways I never have.

This poem, "We Catch Up Over Beers After Your Divorce” by @isabellewrites.bsky.social, just hit me ~right~ in the feels on a Friday 💀

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A small poem for #smallpoemsunday

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ON MY HISTORY OF KISSING EVERYONE AT PARTIES
In my defense
they told me I was pretty
or listened to me talk
or shared a secret
or were named James
or Kate
or Miguel
or had a mother
they miss
but gave up on
or they reached 
for my hand
with guitar hands
or garden hands
or god hands
or danced with their hands
on their knees 
in exhaustion
because they are serious
about pleasure 
and how much they love
this song
or pointed to the moon
not delivering 
a line
or a speech
but a drawn out
four letter word—
fuck or damn 
stop or look
and I looked.

ON MY HISTORY OF KISSING EVERYONE AT PARTIES In my defense they told me I was pretty or listened to me talk or shared a secret or were named James or Kate or Miguel or had a mother they miss but gave up on or they reached for my hand with guitar hands or garden hands or god hands or danced with their hands on their knees in exhaustion because they are serious about pleasure and how much they love this song or pointed to the moon not delivering a line or a speech but a drawn out four letter word— fuck or damn stop or look and I looked.

In my defense

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I want to write with you in 2025 Poetry collection coming 2025 with Write Bloody Publishing. Subscribe for poetry prompts, original poems, lyric essays, and exclusive opportunities for paid subscribers=workshops and monthly feedback ...

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#smallpoemsunday

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Luigi Mangione Teaches Me About Impatience

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Using impossible pacing in poetry (& a new poem)

A Thomas Lux #poem, a #poetryprompt, and a new poem/after of mine

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A screenshot displaying a poem titled "Self Portrait as Pluto in Aquarius" by Isabelle Correa. The poem reflects on themes of love, rebellion, and existentialism. It begins with, "I have let love demolish me. I have let every delight and agony infect me like a wish for more wishes." It continues with evocative imagery and philosophical musings, such as "The cosmos should be impossible & yet you swagger like the smudged signature in a photo of a handwritten letter." The poem concludes with lines like, "Life is still too hard to bear but never all the time. Birds sing audaciously. The light is slick & silver and nothing belongs to me."

A screenshot displaying a poem titled "Self Portrait as Pluto in Aquarius" by Isabelle Correa. The poem reflects on themes of love, rebellion, and existentialism. It begins with, "I have let love demolish me. I have let every delight and agony infect me like a wish for more wishes." It continues with evocative imagery and philosophical musings, such as "The cosmos should be impossible & yet you swagger like the smudged signature in a photo of a handwritten letter." The poem concludes with lines like, "Life is still too hard to bear but never all the time. Birds sing audaciously. The light is slick & silver and nothing belongs to me."

the planets move, the tides ebb and flow, and @isabellewrites.bsky.social continues to impress me with her poems.

happy Pluto in Aquarius. the last time we experienced this transit collectively (1778 to 1798) the American and French revolutions happened...

#poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity

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A haiku for you/ for #smallpoemsunday / a poem for going home for the holidays

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“Katie is a beautiful person but has an extremely huge head”
I watched the Taylor vs. Serrano fight for the poetry ✔️

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2 poems in Hobart

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Self Portrait as Pluto in Aquarius by Isabelle Correa Self Portrait as Pluto in Aquarius I have let love demolish me. I have let every delight and agony infect me like a wish for more wishes. Do I exhaust you? Does the rebellion know you by name...

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