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rowan 🧷

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020 - Huelga/Strike by Gioconda Belli

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Huelga by Gioconda Belli (Translated by Mark Eisner)

Quiero una huelga donde vayamos todos.
Una huelga de brazos, de piernas, de cabellos,
Una huelga naciendo en cada cuerpo.

Quiero una huelga
de obreros de palomas
de choferes de flores
de técnicos de niños
de médicos de mujeres.

Quiero una huelga grande,
que hasta al amor alcance.
Una huelga donde todo se detenga,
el reloj las fábricas
el plantel los colegios
el bus los hospitales
la carretera los puertos.

Una huelga de ojos, de manos y de besos.
Una huelga donde respirar no sea permitido,
una huelga donde nazca el silencio
para oír los pasos
del tirano que se marcha.

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Strike by Gioconda Belli (Translated by Mark Eisner)

I want a strike where we all walk out.
A strike of arms, of legs, of hair,
A strike born from every body.

I want a strike
of workers of doves
of drivers of flowers
of technicians of children
of doctors of women

I want a giant strike,
that extends even to love.
A strike that brings everything to a halt,
the clock the factories
the yard the schools
the bus the hospitals
the highway the ports

A strike of eyes, of hands, and of kisses.
A strike where it is forbidden to breathe,
a strike where silence is born
so you can hear the footsteps
of the tyrant as he walks away.

January 30, 2026 at 12:09 AM

rowan 🧷

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designed some 5x7 cards to hand out at a local queer art event. the prints came in and they look fantastic~!

January 28, 2026 at 3:42 PM

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019 - After You by Rupi Kaur

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After you by Rupi Kaur

the one who arrives after you
will remind me love is
supposed to be soft

he will taste
like the poetry
i wish i could write

January 19, 2026 at 4:26 AM

rowan 🧷

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a meme screenshot of a horse standing at a beach and staring into the water with top-text thats says "Man."

January 8, 2026 at 3:10 AM

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i've uh... been places~

tenpages.github.io/us-level/us.html

a screenshot of a map of the United States color coded by all the places I've Lived, Stayed, Visited, Stopped, Passed Through or Never Been each giving a point value. Total points is 85.

January 7, 2026 at 4:53 AM

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018 - People by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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People by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

There are no boring people in this world.
Each fate is like the history of a planet.
And no two planets are alike at all.
Each is distinct — you simply can’t compare it.

If someone lived without attracting notice
and made a friend of their obscurity —
then their uniqueness was precisely this.
Their very plainness made them interesting.

Each person has a world that’s all their own.
Each of those worlds must have its finest moment
and each must have its hour of bitter torment —
and yet, to us, both hours remain unknown.

When people die, they do not die alone.
They die along with their first kiss, first combat.
They take away their first day in the snow…
All gone, all gone — there’s just no way to stop it.

There may be much that’s fated to remain,
but something — something leaves us all the same.
The rules are cruel, the game nightmarish —
it isn’t people but whole worlds that perish.

People die. Their deaths can’t be reversed.
Their secret worlds won’t be traversed
again. And all that’s ever left for me to do
is cry, How can we lose you, too?

January 2, 2026 at 4:11 PM

rowan 🧷

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i once saw someone compare the shape to the Lin-Manuel Miranda piss denial pose

Lin-Manuel Miranda posing with his hands in his pockets and legs twisted

December 21, 2025 at 7:52 PM

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017 - Hug the Air by Ariel J.

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Hug the Air by Ariel J.

I started getting what I asked for and I got scared.
I almost handed it back.

‘Cause I ain’t never been up that high

I started livin’ how I asked for and then I rebelled
Like I was under attack

‘Cause I ain’t never been up that high

I started flyin’ like I seen it in my dreams for years, and then I fell
scared of wings growing out my back

‘Cause I ain’t never been up that high

But when I hit the ground, see the soil held me close and whispered,
”You’ll do well. Hug the air and she will hug you back.”

“I know you never been up that high.”

Then the rain came and washed me clean
A strike of lightning set some fire to my dreams

And the wind climbed under my wings
lifted me up again with one big swing and I was flyin’

Beaming with pride,
I know the elements are cracking a smile.
I think I’m ready now.

Wow. I ain’t never been up this high

December 18, 2025 at 2:50 PM

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016 - Ghosting by Andrea Cohen

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Ghosting by Andrea Cohen

How cavalier
people are—

with language
and with silence.

Any ghost will
tell you—

the last thing
we mean

to do
is leave you.

December 12, 2025 at 9:46 PM

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literally just this

December 4, 2025 at 1:16 AM

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015 - How I Go To The Woods by Mary Oliver

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How I Go To The Woods by Mary Oliver

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers
and therefore unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the
catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my
way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can
sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of
weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear
the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.

—

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must
love you very much.

December 3, 2025 at 9:40 PM

rowan 🧷

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i don't share my personal work often, if at all. but i hope y'all enjoy this poem i wrote recently.

November 29, 2025 at 7:47 PM

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pecan pie part I of II

gotta let it cool. making another one this weekend for friendsgiving too =u=

a close up photo of a freshly baked pecan pie

November 27, 2025 at 1:37 AM

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014 - What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver

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What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver

I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying.

his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air

of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes

it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.

Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without

questions that can’t and probably
never will be answered, the

only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white

morning and, gratefully, says so.

November 26, 2025 at 2:48 PM

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013 - In the Desert by Stephen Crane

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In the Desert by Stephen Crane

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.

I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’
’It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered;
’But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.’

November 24, 2025 at 12:17 AM

rowan 🧷

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slutcloud gang

a screenshot of a Non-monogamy Compass result from relationship-compass.com

4 sectors in the chart; biblical patriarch, #tradlife, polycule slutcloud, practical progressive

the red dot for my results lie in the polycule slutcoud sector of the chart.

November 21, 2025 at 4:46 PM

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012 - The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

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The Summer day by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

November 18, 2025 at 8:28 PM

rowan 🧷

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011 - The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider

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The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.

I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

November 17, 2025 at 2:41 AM

rowan 🧷

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look gary, there i am!

spongebob's hand pointing at my pfp found in the original image

November 13, 2025 at 2:24 AM

rowan 🧷

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love getting lost in interior design projects... gonna be trying my paws at some DIY board and batten wainscoting for my bedroom. just doing an accent wall, but i got all the measurements done! time to finalize the color and wallpaper!