Claire Fitzpatrick Writes
@clairepfitz.bsky.social
Not a fan of social media but this space seems different. Into poetry, books, comedy, wandering, playing Irish and Celtic music, doing weird chants in the woods with friends, and the evolution of chiropractic.
Good morning.
February 23, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Good morning.
Reposted by Claire Fitzpatrick Writes
Independent theatre producers based in NYC hit me up.
February 20, 2025 at 3:59 PM
Independent theatre producers based in NYC hit me up.
Slipping under
February 22, 2025 at 2:02 AM
Slipping under
I hear a lot about liminal space
lately. It seems a buzzword
like the word
buzzword and
that’s sad
liminal is such
a luscious word.
It shines, doesn’t it?
Shimmers
luminous like
Charo’s dress on Laugh In.
Charo as of this writing
does not yet
inhabit
liminal space
or does she?
Do we all?
lately. It seems a buzzword
like the word
buzzword and
that’s sad
liminal is such
a luscious word.
It shines, doesn’t it?
Shimmers
luminous like
Charo’s dress on Laugh In.
Charo as of this writing
does not yet
inhabit
liminal space
or does she?
Do we all?
February 20, 2025 at 1:08 PM
I hear a lot about liminal space
lately. It seems a buzzword
like the word
buzzword and
that’s sad
liminal is such
a luscious word.
It shines, doesn’t it?
Shimmers
luminous like
Charo’s dress on Laugh In.
Charo as of this writing
does not yet
inhabit
liminal space
or does she?
Do we all?
lately. It seems a buzzword
like the word
buzzword and
that’s sad
liminal is such
a luscious word.
It shines, doesn’t it?
Shimmers
luminous like
Charo’s dress on Laugh In.
Charo as of this writing
does not yet
inhabit
liminal space
or does she?
Do we all?
Reposted by Claire Fitzpatrick Writes
pt. 2
She heard that this shows
we have time to drill
to chew on plastic straws
and wonder if its real trouble
In May this will be a memory
young green growth
blush mountain sides
thousands of Stink bugs
shoveled from basements
Where would the world be without us?
She heard that this shows
we have time to drill
to chew on plastic straws
and wonder if its real trouble
In May this will be a memory
young green growth
blush mountain sides
thousands of Stink bugs
shoveled from basements
Where would the world be without us?
February 19, 2025 at 12:57 PM
pt. 2
She heard that this shows
we have time to drill
to chew on plastic straws
and wonder if its real trouble
In May this will be a memory
young green growth
blush mountain sides
thousands of Stink bugs
shoveled from basements
Where would the world be without us?
She heard that this shows
we have time to drill
to chew on plastic straws
and wonder if its real trouble
In May this will be a memory
young green growth
blush mountain sides
thousands of Stink bugs
shoveled from basements
Where would the world be without us?
When Mighty Rivers Freeze, pt. 1
It seems so obvious
This winter ain’t messin around
Canada geese huddle en mass
feathers cling on ice floes around
twenty feet from Westchester shores
East Palisade cliffs stripped bare for
Artic fronts to slap and stare
Where’s the warming?
It seems so obvious
This winter ain’t messin around
Canada geese huddle en mass
feathers cling on ice floes around
twenty feet from Westchester shores
East Palisade cliffs stripped bare for
Artic fronts to slap and stare
Where’s the warming?
February 19, 2025 at 12:56 PM
When Mighty Rivers Freeze, pt. 1
It seems so obvious
This winter ain’t messin around
Canada geese huddle en mass
feathers cling on ice floes around
twenty feet from Westchester shores
East Palisade cliffs stripped bare for
Artic fronts to slap and stare
Where’s the warming?
It seems so obvious
This winter ain’t messin around
Canada geese huddle en mass
feathers cling on ice floes around
twenty feet from Westchester shores
East Palisade cliffs stripped bare for
Artic fronts to slap and stare
Where’s the warming?
What if I’ve been wrong all this time?
What if we are not evolving?
What if we are devolving?
breaking down
breaking apart
crumbling
returning
What if all this playing with elements and ideas leads
back to soil and stars
What if the roots and rocks
feed the wind that rises
with our songs?
What if we are not evolving?
What if we are devolving?
breaking down
breaking apart
crumbling
returning
What if all this playing with elements and ideas leads
back to soil and stars
What if the roots and rocks
feed the wind that rises
with our songs?
February 18, 2025 at 1:18 PM
What if I’ve been wrong all this time?
What if we are not evolving?
What if we are devolving?
breaking down
breaking apart
crumbling
returning
What if all this playing with elements and ideas leads
back to soil and stars
What if the roots and rocks
feed the wind that rises
with our songs?
What if we are not evolving?
What if we are devolving?
breaking down
breaking apart
crumbling
returning
What if all this playing with elements and ideas leads
back to soil and stars
What if the roots and rocks
feed the wind that rises
with our songs?
February 2, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Destiny the Great Caretaker, by Eric Diehl. Mural in Conwell Coffee Hall. I could study this all day.
January 12, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Destiny the Great Caretaker, by Eric Diehl. Mural in Conwell Coffee Hall. I could study this all day.
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Winter on the Hudson. Heading into Manhattan to see a friend. Lovely.
January 11, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Winter on the Hudson. Heading into Manhattan to see a friend. Lovely.