For disaster.
Take two table spoons of inadequacy
Fold.
Living our queer, twisted truth. Stories, art, love, and cantankerous cats.
For disaster.
Take two table spoons of inadequacy
Fold.
From the highest shelf they preach, from beneath the fridge they conspire. This week’s Catanic Verses deliver feline gospel, strategic silence, and the sacred mystery of Stage 4. Coveting? Sinful. Tuna? Questionable. Trust? Misplaced.
Pawlm and Purrerb included. Fellowship convened. Purring optional. Treats mandatory.
#CatanicVerses #BookOfMeow #SundaySermon
PAWMEN 🍗
This week in Poe’vices, a vegetarian writes in with woes about Trump, eggs, and economic despair. Poe responds as only Poe can—with rage, rock-licking advice, and a spiritual endorsement of emotional support chickens. As always, the solution is… EAT. CHICKENS.
The household remains in upheaval as the energetic spaniel continues her reign of terror. The cats are plotting. We spectate. And await our fate.
Things are never impossible to those
Who have almost given up
May the Great Almeowty be forever in your favour and may the grace of treats be forever in your claws.
PAWMEN 🍗
Find someone else –
To man off to.
You’re laughing but this isn’t cute
We’re laughing for another purpose.
It isn’t cute.
Introducing Poe ‘Vices: Life Advice You Definitely Didn’t Ask For
From chaos gremlin to cosmic counsellor, Poe (our feline scream-queen) is now solving your deepest problems with her signature style: shouting, biting things, and recommending chicken.
New column every Friday.
Send your questions. Regret nothing. Eat the chickens.
#CatAdvice #QueerCats #UnderlandChronicles #ChickenTherapy #PoeVices #TheKittyChronicles #Poedivine
Poe Bans Physics: Declares Floor “Emotionally Hostile”.
The valleys of my youth are burning.
The moss is gone.
The ghosts are quieter now—
buried beneath drive-thru queues and Dragon’s breath.
We inherited ash.
#poetry #Welsh #queerwriters #Underland