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adding my face to my freelance graphics for the rithm is going phenomenal, thank you for asking (and yes, my queue is empty) #writingcommunity #poetsoninstagram #manuscriptediting

bitch i’m from baltimore, you said you was, i never seen ya

no i'm not crying, you're crying, and no, i will never shut up about this, and no, i will never stop loving baltimore

why would my superego do this?

i don’t do too well on my own

sometimes a poem is just a peformance art piece in which you riff for 3:33. sometimes you give up on placing that poem and also on finding a new office job. sometimes you’re inspired by a @nature_nat.s poem inspired by a @chenchenwrites poem. sometimes you have to ask your mom not to watch things. and sometimes stoner *is* your most employable attribute. (live from @bmorebalancingact at #AWP26, with video by @invariablyso )

“dear diary, perhaps it’s not wise to dwell on how small i am” — nat raum (@gr8earlofhell ) . . . journal (take #27) by nat raum dear diary, it can’t only be me who feels like the ocean has no business being so vast, covering such swaths of bedrock and making satellite maps so rich with imposing blue voids. i have to use the map with the streets drawn on and even then, i start to scroll towards endless cobalt and spiral a little bit. god forbid i make it across the atlantic to nighttime in europe because then the water is pitch as sky with only abstract yellow pointillism to guide the wayward digital traveler. dear diary, i probably scroll around apple maps too much, look up too many tiny towns to chart the topography of snapped or house hunters, but that’s beside the point—when i look at the endless abyss of saltwater and then close my eyes, i only see the passenger plane that stalled out between brazil and france, plummeted to the depths. if i do in fact honeymoon in antibes, diary, feel free to sedate me before i can behold the distance between airplane and iceberg, another thing so massive they literally sunk ships, reduced to a speck forty thousand feet away. relativity is bananas. dear diary, perhaps it’s not wise to dwell on how small i am—i feel large and lucky in love, for instance. i am enormous when the autumn morning whispers golden hour, who? and scatters a chill in the air, up my spine through my flannel. through my lungs and back out. . . . This poem appeared in Petrichor (@petrichor_journal ) Issue 27, Spring 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude. . . . #readalittlepoetry #natraum #readalittlepoem #poetry #poetrydaily #readpoetry

i’m hearing reports that the bitch is back? rerelease drops 7/21 💋 bookshop link in da bio #natraum #hybridmemoir #writingcommunity #queerpoetry #queerart

the world has its shine (but i would drop it on a dime)

i am chasing my wildest impulses down the barrel of the gun; i am living while i’m still here Two poems by @gr8earlofhell

remember who the fuck you are

“hindsight is 20/20.” —unknown so reads the epigraph for WANT, my newest chap 💋 available NOW from @inkandivylit ! this book is very much about early manifestations of queerness and how my heteronormative upbringing stifled them, and is very important to me