I’m tired. Aren’t you tired?
I tend to stick things out to the bitter end. Welcome to the bitter end!
Edification – Newsletter #110 – September 20, 2023
Dear Friend,
I tend to stick things out to the bitter end. Welcome to the bitter end!
I suppose it’s time for the semi-annual announcement of where to find me.
Bluesky: @ediemeade.bsky.social
Instagram & Threads: @edie_thee_meade
Facebook: edie.meade.12
Twitter: @ediemeade
Yeah, I’m still on Twitter. I thought when the snow-globe got all shook up I’d stick around and see what settled. Lots of familiar voices quieted. A few got louder. Then with the cool-dude name change, the app stopped working on my phone (but just for posting, not for seeing other people’s stuff and getting notifications), and now I’m mostly just sitting there getting dusty.
I’m a permanent resident of a traveling circus. My tolerance for chaos is pretty high. This year we moved (twice, I guess, if you count squatting in a weird basement apartment without our stuff for a couple of months), started homeschooling with a collective full of all new people who forget my name every week, and I’m juggling a couple of new novels. So my attention tends to be spread across multiple geologic time zones.
But I have little energy left over to play social media nomad. (I mean, Mastodon?) So Bluesky and Threads are my last foray into Twitter alternatives.
That’s a totally nonbinding declaration. But are we going to toboggin through the rest of our internet lives creating new bios, following each other, posting exactly the same stuff on each channel?
I don’t know. My older kids are trying to tell me to get on TikTok. Some people can walk and chew gum at the same time, but substitute “walk” with “make videos” and “chew gum” with “maintain their dignity,” and I’m stumbling.
I’m tired. Aren’t you tired? I don’t need another app that junks up my phone with notifications and hives off my data. I just want to write my little books and make my little art. I just want to roll into the woods and let the leaves cover me.
In publication news, I have two new poems in Susurrus, a literary arts magazine of the American South:
“Milkweed” about aging, loneliness, letting go; and
“Why Do I Need to Know This Stuff” about feeling totally unprepared for homeschooling my kids.
I hope you like them. At the links you can also hear me read these poems. They were recorded in a 11,367-degree (Fahrenheit) attic surrounded by boxes full of drums.
It’s been a slow publication year for me, but I’ve been writing poetry almost every day. I have another new poem forthcoming in Feral at the end of this month. Launching to the distant moons soon.
Until then, come badger me wherever y’all get up to tricks!
Edie