Joshua Chris Bouchard
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Joshua Chris Bouchard
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Poet. BURN DIARY out now w/ Buckrider Books (Wolsak and Wynn). Vocals in LINENS. Drummer in other bands. Editor of BAD DOG Mag.
FRIDAY NIGHT: The sustained farting hum of the wood-wick candle.
January 30, 2026 at 11:24 PM
The inexplicable male urge to carve a wooden spoon.
January 29, 2026 at 1:34 AM
I was outside smoking a cigarette looking at the moon when an old lady walked by and said "pretty isn't it?" and I said "it's always nice after a storm" and she laughed and trudged away in the snow and that's how all of life works.
January 26, 2026 at 10:52 PM
Ah, snow. You can always count on that.
January 26, 2026 at 12:51 AM
I'm really into nice objects creatively arranged lately.
January 18, 2026 at 11:56 PM
*me, growing green onions in a jar of water*

I'm out of control, baby, wild and free.
January 15, 2026 at 11:08 PM
My new year's resolution is to change my entire life.
January 6, 2026 at 1:40 PM
*talking loudly in public*

YEAH I’M HILARIOUS
November 17, 2025 at 12:29 PM
Let someone know you care about them by ending all phone conversations with “see you in hell.”
November 15, 2025 at 1:27 PM
The perversion of irony.
September 19, 2025 at 5:19 PM
brb changing my entire aesthetic
September 15, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Ever been called a silly ding-dong? Don't talk to me about pain.
September 1, 2025 at 10:20 PM
If only they let Neil Perry do that play none of this would be happening.
August 4, 2025 at 11:01 AM
One of my favourite things to do when I’m having a good time is have a bad time. Works every time.
July 18, 2025 at 7:48 PM
My new poem LONGING AT THE FUCK HOUSE is now up at Scrivener Creative Review. Put this in your eyes: scrivenerreview.com/read
Read — Scrivener Creative Review
scrivenerreview.com
June 2, 2025 at 7:57 PM
Tired of feeling like shit all the time? Engulf yourself in the deep black flames of the earth.
May 23, 2025 at 10:25 AM
My mom died lol
May 23, 2025 at 1:14 AM
It's not even noon and all of errands are done, my apartment is spotless, I've drunk enough coffee to kill a horse, the air is warm, and I'm about THIS close to writing a bad poem about something or other. Ah, yes.
April 19, 2025 at 2:36 PM
I'm going to go out on a limb here. We're all completey fucked right?
April 14, 2025 at 12:34 AM
When people come to my house I like to say "welcome to my home away from home."
April 12, 2025 at 1:01 AM
If the tiniest old lady you've ever seen grabs your arm on the subway and says "oh boy another day!" and then laughs maniacally then you know everything is probably going to be alright in life.
April 11, 2025 at 10:19 PM
I love my void daughter.
April 7, 2025 at 11:16 PM
Feeling jealous of young, hot, popular, rich people today. For some reason my poetry about self-annihilation just isn't doing it for me.
April 5, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Very pleased to have a new series of "horoscopes" at The Discordia Review. I know where you sleep.

open.substack.com/pub/discordi...
April 4, 2025 at 11:51 PM
Check your fucking almanacs. It's the Vernal fucking Equinox.
March 20, 2025 at 2:09 PM