Catherine Weiss

I made a stupid little zine about how I, personally, don’t like getting haircuts.

my social media feeds have decided that what i want to see is sweet elderly and dying pugs but no i don’t want to see you feed him his last hamburger no i dont want to see you holding your little guy as he gets put down it’s time to unplug the internet

“hangman” adam page is a man of rohan

i should draw something

i bought a cute green top that’s a little cozy / fuzzy on the inside. but then i realized. it’s a grinch top. i’ve gone grinch-mode.

the nicest mean thing someone can say to a poet who just read a poem is “thanks for sharing” and the meanest nice thing is “i hope you keep writing” and no i will not be elaborating

godzilla scooting its butt on the ground like an itchy dog

check out this lil guy i made

i’m editing a poem that’s essentially about the cruelty of gambling apps and i’m struggling with the title. maybe i should just call it “Kalshi Sucks”

this may be an uncharitable hot take but i think if you’re a poet who has been published in 50+ litmags in one year, you’re probably really dropping the ball either in your reading or your editing