I have a hard time getting up in the winter and today it was especially bad. It’s the cold, the dark, and how frigid my room is outside of my bed, especially with my dog still sleeping with her head poking out of the covers. She’s like a tiny furnace that has nails and perfect little needle teeth. She’s my entire world. I would be lost without her. I eventually get up, get dressed and after swallowing my guilt, drive to work. I find a parking spot quickly and I’m getting out

I will never be your veteran If I held you in my arms 10,000 Vietnams Would ambush your body

Oh nice you got into the literary magazine with the one hundred percent acceptance rate dude very prestigious ________ Zachary Swezy, like a jackal, preys among the tombs. Zachary Swezy is on X @poemPilled and @goodyhilton ; Instagram @localhilton ; and Linktree @ZacharySwezy

I saw the iconic photo of her I DM’d the 🥵 emoji she followed me I was happy I sent her my poetry she unfollowed me I was sad she refollowed me she even liked a tweet I was happy ________ Oliver Land is an English writer with work published in Hobart Pulp , Expat Press , A Thin Slice of Anxiety , Be About It Press , and Spectra Poets. “Ginger Jones” is the opening poem from his forthcoming collection White Light Fades (Plague Circus Press, April 2026). Oliver Land is on X