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37. Poet & writer. Queer. They/She Chapbook - https://bottlecap.press/products/doomcs ROBOTΔ‚ - https://stanislavandthelion.bandcamp.com/ "We Were Seeds" anthology @ querenciapress.com

Taz the Tasmanian Devil looking tough while wearing a black leather jacket and a red bandana standing in front of the lesbian flag colors.
A photo of a tea tine, a saint relic card, and a floral mug.
A flat-screen refrigerator playing Air Bud.
Photo of a thicc Bible.
A blue plate with chocolate covered strawberries. Some have red white and blue sprinkles.
Photo of a gold shower caddy at a thrift store with a for sale tag that reads: Saddam Hussein's Shower Caddy $25.00".
Car selfie of me wearing sunglasses.
Photo of my hand holding a blue water bottle that has a sticker that reads, "I only got into zines for the money".
Josh O'Connor asking, "Is Winnie the Pooh is male?" An interviewer replies, "I think Winnie the Pooh might be non-binary."
Inside of my pill case with individual 3x a day compartments.
A big pill case covered in stickers, sequins, and beads that says " :) MED THE FUCK UP :)".
DIY Clipart of a yellow award ribbon that reads "i asked for help".
Photo of my patio.
And orange cat prowling on the back of a couch next to a lamp.
Photo of my nightstand shelf with a lot of books and a blue water bottle.
Window sill with a butter yellow retro style AM / FM radio sitting on it.
Aromantic flag
Cat looking at my hand that's holding a red bead rosary.
NOW ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS Queering Technology: Resisting AI
An orange tabby cat asleep on a grey couch with his little face smushed into a pillow.
Brevard EOC: If you find suspected Blue Origin anomaly debris, do not call 911. Report to 321-222-4355 or by email at missionr ecovery@blueorigin .com
A lil foldable wagon filled with groceries.
A grey tabby cat with green eyes primly perched on a couch looking at the camera.
My hand holding a vintage rosary with mother of pearl beads.
Photo of two Starcastles with a smaller image of the two connected.
Photo of a pink Starcastle from 1994.
Tumblr post of James T. Kirk from Star Trek: TOS sitting in the captain's chair. Kirk is saying: Captain's Log. Stardate: like idk, four?? or something
An orange tabby cat, illuminated by the blue glow of the television, eagerly watching whatever is on the screen.
Two loaves of bread on my stove.
Mixing bowl covered with a towel.
A collection of ingredients used to bake bread on my kitchen counter.
A grocery store placard that reads "Cedar's Organic Hommos".
A grey tabby cat sleeping on a couch with one paw over the edge.
A chonky orange cat in a cardboard box.
Drawstring trash bags from Winn Dixie that are "tropical colada scent".
However, now, in our own day, four and one-quarter centuries later, with those pictures coming down to us from the point of view of the moon, we have all seen-and not only seen, but felt -that our visible world and the abstract construction of Coperni-cus correspond. That fabulous color photograph of our good earth rising as a glorious planet above a silent lunar landscape is some-thing not to forget. Giuseppe Ungaretti published in that issue of Epoca the first verse of a new-world poetry in celebration of this moon-born revelation: Che fai tu, Terra, in ciel? Dimmi, che fai, Silenziosa Terra? What are you doing, Earth, in heaven? Tell me, what are you doing, Silent Earth? All the old bindings are broken. Cosmological centers now are any- and everywhere. The earth is a heavenly body, most beautiful of all, and all poetry now is archaic that fails to match the wonder of this view.
Photo of the album αŽ αŒαƒ ᎩᎦᎨ (The Red Dress) by RematriNation.
A collage of different photos of my chapbook in different places.
I miss who my parents were. I miss them knowing the answers. I miss sitting on my mom's lap as she sang to me. I miss dad carrying me on his shoulders. I miss asking them to check under my bed at midnight. I miss when they seemed twenty feet tall, not frail and small. I know they miss me too. - corey stano @coreypoetry
Photo of my chapbook with the caption "HIGHLY anticipated and so so good. Thank you for writing."
Gator Creek at sunset.
Panorama of Gator Creek at sunset.
Coming of Age I hear my mother's heartbeat it sounds like a ticking clock where once there was a metronome
chromesthesia304 What? I want human music. Not beep boop Al slop seaweedongod You do realize that humans are Al, right? We are the sims in this 3D simulation created by even higher dimensional beings. The same way that we create simulation games in a lower dimension from us (2D/flat screens) WE are in a 3D simulation/holograms created by "aliens" umbreon.jpg what in god's fucking name are you blabbering about seaweedongod Oh you haven't figured out that this is an alien video game yet huh You should google "Double Slit Experiment"
Adulting Some days I hold myself to high standards and expectations. Other days I measure success by not drowning myself in the bath. Adulthood is a whimsical spectrum of mundanity and horrors.
Photo of a valley in Alaska.
The Washington Post The Post Most: Trump says Iran talks will resume, threatens power plants and bridges if no deal Plus: Why we can't sit alone with our thoughts anymore
close-eyed crescent moon rise over bitter water sing us all to sleep by corey stano @coreypoetry
Photo of me as a baby sitting in a metal contraption with a padded seat that let me toddle around.
Jesus holding a pizza box with emojis of a cat, dog, and baby chick. The caption says HANG IN THERE!
Photo of a ceiling and doorway from the floor looking up.
Photo of general chaos consisting of beads, yarn, felt, fabric, scissors, and a fancy porcelain pin cushion.
Cleaning Out Zaide's Apartment BY YEHOSHUA NOVEMBER FEBRUARY 2009 - for my grandparents His scent still lingered in the black heat of his darkroom, where he spent decades developing his meticulous world of insects and flowers. Boxes of slides lay piled on top of one another. Holding one to the lamplight, I entered a different universe, where moths silently cling to the stems of roses. In the bedroom we found tie clips in the shape of airplanes and then the slender, fragile model planes he had built from scratch and hand-painted bright blue with yellow emblems on the wings. And in every drawer, countless notes she had written to him. He must have saved them all, each one wedding the mundane to a private world only the lovers themselves could know: Hard-boiled eggs on the stove. I believe in you.
White Dove, Black Oil by Corey Stano there isn't time to have your oil and eat it too you cannot wrap your Pride merch in petroleum plastic and call it Revolution (there isn't time) you cannot drink the melting ice at brunch with friends and call it Solidarity (there isn't time) you cannot replace the thriving forests with metal luxury units and call it Equality (we're out of time) will you wait to make a choice? white dove, or black oil?
Always has been meme with the following captions: Astronaut 1: You mean it's love from the Moon? Astronaut 2: Always has been. Astronaut 2 is holding a red cartoon heart instead of a gun.
Scotty from Star Trek emotionally saying "Space".
Photo of a pond with the Artemis rocket launch in the background.