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Hannah Matthews
@hannahmatthews.bsky.social
Wrote YOU OR SOMEONE YOU LOVE (Atria Books, 2023). Writing other stuff. Public library worker. Abortion clinic angel, abortion fund board. Queer. t1d. Pure of heart, dumb of ass.
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some news

(let’s talk about death and bodies and sickness and isolation and t1d but make it fun and sexy and weird and juicy and queer and…honestly…a WILD ride)
what if I marry or fuck my darlings instead of killing them tho
November 26, 2025 at 8:09 PM
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November 26, 2025 at 5:50 PM
“I’m a top” “I’m a bottom” ok? well Paul is a real estate novelist
November 26, 2025 at 4:02 PM
what if something nice happened today
November 26, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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a service where you pay $500 for Isaac Chotiner to interview your least favorite ex
November 25, 2025 at 3:23 AM
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isaac chotiner came to my house and tricked me into admitting we weren’t out of ice cream in front of my five year old daughter
November 25, 2025 at 2:33 AM
a service where you pay $500 for Isaac Chotiner to interview your least favorite ex
November 25, 2025 at 3:23 AM
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Look I just try to live my life so that if Isaac Chotiner ever interviews me I will have nothing to be worried about. As a heuristic, I think it’s pretty good
November 25, 2025 at 2:25 AM
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How long / can you continue without yearning?

—Burgi Zenhaeusern
#poetry #booksky
November 25, 2025 at 1:58 AM
I see your risky text and raise you a risky close friends story
November 25, 2025 at 2:51 AM
good love, good parties, good food, good wine, good books, good sex, good friendship. fire burning in the woodstove, snow falling, babies sledding. neighbors skiing through the woods with the dogs, little bells & lamps on their collars. winter in maine is dark & intense & brutal & I love her so much
November 24, 2025 at 10:48 PM
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i fact-checked this beautiful piece about South Africa's exiled jazz musicians: www.parapraxismagazine.com/articles/lik...
Like Deepening Thunder into Our Hearts — Parapraxis
Sounding South African Exile Francis Gooding
www.parapraxismagazine.com
November 24, 2025 at 4:02 PM
ultimately the final boss between me and a full-blown ED relapse at any given moment is the knowledge of WHO ultimately profits from a cultural obsession with thinness. those losers can’t have our precious money/time/energy, that’s for spending on love and pleasure and art
November 24, 2025 at 4:09 AM
can a girl just get a Baja Break
November 24, 2025 at 3:24 AM
people always apologizing for their grief, saying: it’s nothing. saying: it was a long time ago. saying: I don’t know why I can’t get over it. but I don’t care if the rock in your shoe is TINY, if it got in there 5 years ago, if you put it in there yourself. it’s still a rock in your shoe. and—
November 24, 2025 at 12:57 AM
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I keep coming back to this
November 23, 2025 at 11:00 PM
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Anne Carson's translation of the famous lines in Aeschylus' "Agamemnon":

Yet there drips in sleep before my heart a griefremembering pain.
Good sense comes the hard way. And the grace of the gods
(I’m pretty sure) is a grace that comes by violence.
November 23, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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The continuing bamboo metaphor is like…a child’s fingerpaint version of a braided essay. Bamboo was invented by Steven Bamboo
November 22, 2025 at 9:39 AM
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Just an absolutely gutting essay by Tatiana Schlossberg, a writer, mother of two young children, and cousin of RFK Jr who is dying of leukemia.

www.newyorker.com/culture/the-...
November 22, 2025 at 4:09 PM
walking the dog a few streets over and a kid, maybe 6, came sprinting out of their house all wild-eyed, out of breath. was scared til they called, panting, “CAN YOU COME WATCH ME PLAY IN MY BASKETBALL GAME AT THE REC CENTER IT’S AT 10!!!” anyway my kid & I are making signs w/ their jersey number now
November 22, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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What if: leaf on ground
November 21, 2025 at 10:06 PM
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truly didn't know grieving was gonna involve so much of me doing a random activity and then a voice in my head goes "my mom is dead?" out of nowhere
November 22, 2025 at 1:33 AM
trying to imagine how empty and colorless my life—and how fragile and thin my sense of self—would have to be in order for me to get mad about being a woman who, while pregnant, is accurately referred to as a “pregnant person”
November 21, 2025 at 8:44 PM
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I’m howling.
November 20, 2025 at 2:16 PM
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Now THIS????

is a white man!

this is how you white man!!!!!!!!!
November 20, 2025 at 2:57 PM