Amazon did not time this well 😂 my tiktok is currently flooded with people building cyberdecks, including models purely to use as e-readers.

Now was not the time to brick your older products and expect people to buy shiny new ones.

Not me, but I will always be a strong yell abouter for Ennis Rook Bashe's Beautiful Malady. I've also been working my way through the other poetry collections from interstellar flight press and they're well worth a look.

Thank youuuu 💙 it'll probably be a few months before I know how well this has worked but 🤞 it's my last one and I wont need another.

Thanks ffrind 💙 who knows it might even be my last one 😱

I am having surgery on the morrow!

See you when I've survived 😎

Tip for finding poets you'll enjoy: look up who edited the last volume you loved.

You've gotta be a little obsessive to edit this stuff and chances are that means you're producing your own 😉

Feel free to throw me a dm 😊

Helloooo my chapbook's not published yet but I have two novellas in the world, and am most of the way to a publishable chapbook. Let me know if you want to chat!

Counter theory! There are many more people alive today than there has been in previous generations. So what spirits of famous people were too big to be contained in 1 body and are therefore in many? Plus! Being a 10yo dying of measles would be trauma, so memory may be distorted 😌 (athiest here)

Blue sky, green canal, much sun

Beautiful day for a silly little walk 😌

Em looking wistful and a bit done up

Been to pick up my things from the office today. Thus begins my 9 month career break. Hopefully, by the end of it I will actually be healed and able to go back 🤞🤞🤞

Thank youuuu 💙

Thank you 😊

Bore da, #queerwriters 💙

I've been absent and stressing over work and health, but also managed to do some editing and send poems out 🥳

Next week I'm having my 4th op, so goals are focused on that. I need to:

🏨 Go pack up my things in work
🏨 Do a bit of clothes shopping
🏨 Give rooms a clean

Last one from AT THE ORPHANS’ DOOR for now. I'd write this differently now, of course, but I still stand by the meaning.

I think the key take away for that one is that it sort of endlessly rewaffles the same waffle 😂 reads a little like a robot logic looping.

The second one is just a plethora of rule of 3, which once you see you cant unsee 😅 I'm guessing because it was prompted as blog posts rather than prose.

A Father's Burden 'A father toils to carve a path of security, yet shadows lurk where his light cannot reach.' Dakarai akarai's footsteps whispered through the dimly lit corridor, each soft sound a re- minder of the relentless toil he endured in the mines. Despite the exhaustion pressing upon him, he moved with grace, a testament to the in- herent strength and agility of his lizard-like heri- tage. Standing over seven feet tall, Dakarai navigated the familiar stone halls with practiced caution. The ancient abode, carved by Dwarven hands centuries ago, testified to their artistry, but its dimensions were tailored to their stature. This presented a constant challenge for the towering Drogo Mulik who now called it home. So, Dakarai trod carefully, mindful of low-hanging beams and doorframes that threatened a painful blow if he let his guard down. Despite the longstanding animosity between the Dwarves and the Drogo, Dakarai couldn't help but acknowledge the awe-inspiring craftsman- ship of the Dwarven architects. As he traversed the corridors carved deep within the bowels of the Scorched Mountains, he marveled at the precision evident in every stone. The buildings stood as monuments to the skill of their cre- ators, their sturdy frames weathering the passage of centuries with stoic resilience. Even though the towering Drogo dwarfed their stature, the Dwarves crafted structures of grandiosity and magnificence, enabling even the hulking Drogo to navigate their halls with relative ease.

Monday, 19th August READERS: 12 H ello from the other side of logic. If this blog is reaching you through normal channels, supernatural ley lines, or the possessed espresso machine on the counter behind me, con- gratulations! You've tapped into the ramblings of me, Maya Rose Rivers I'm a professional barista, full-time human, and coffee shop employee in a magical glass and steel mini-city filled with supernaturals. I used to make lattes for sleep-deprived humans and deal with minor crises, such as running out of oat milk. Now, I work in the Umbrafore Complex, where we wear hex-proof aprons, and the customers might be centuries old. It's weird, it's wild, and it's deeply caffeinated. This is my life now. Hold onto your mugs. ON MY FIRST DAY, I flipped the switch on the es- presso machine. It rumbled like a vicious dog. and the lights flickered. Charlotte looked me dead in the eye, sipped her triple-shot red velvet mocha, , and and said, said, "Don't an

😂 tbf it only took 2 samples for this to start so these are all I have.

Dear reader, do yourself a favour and don't ever be tempted to download the sample chapters of obvious AI slop books from Amazon. You will be inundated with nothing but jaundiced AI covers in your recs for the forseeable 🥲

And if you're curious, give me a shout...I already made this mistake 🫠

Closing soon! Fiction and speculative categories close March 29

I have been on a deep dive in my phone memos...

It's chaotic and kinda beautiful 😂

Dah teefs are everything 🥹

A yorkie with a sock

He has a sock....is that okie?

Not that I would ever do this, but wouldn't it be funny to download a bunch of AI slop books with their AI slop covers and sell them at a low cost with all proceeds going to a grant fund for struggling creatives?

😂 perfect

🧐 there's literally one question left for my editor to answer...then I might run it by a proofreader and...then I have to wait a few months bc one of the poems has just been in a review but 👀👀👀 it's so close

This is poetry 😂

Lads 👀 dont look now but I think my chapbook is almost ready.

Pic: a poem over a rending of a solar system Poem: Perpetual by EM Harding Living is knowing you are hurtling around the Sun at sixty-seven thousand miles per hour and taking your next step anyway.

The poem tap is set to drip atm, but please enjoy this tiny guy 💙

#poetry #writingcommunity

Em smiling, hair plaited, blue sky behind

Prynhawn da, fy ffrinds!

I am alive 😂 just been dealing with a bunch of medical stuff. Looks like I'll be headed to surgery sooner rather than later which is good news! But also might be more complicated than we hoped 🥲

Still, we have sunshine walks and teryaki tofu so 😌 all will be well.