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Dreams and Dogwoods Poetry Project
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Appalachia-grown, NYC-based poetry, children's literature, and zines. Appalachian surrealist. Disability and queerness inform my work. Read more at dreamsanddogwoods.wordpress.com.
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Dreams and Dogwoods Poetry Project @dreamsanddogwoods.bsky.social · Sep 15
Welcome to Dreams and Dogwoods, a project by Kassidy S. She is a poet, zine artist, and kid’s book author from Appalachia. Her poetry was published at the age of 10 and her scholarly work is featured in the Cornell Undergraduate Research Journal. Her poetry is available at NYC’s Bluestockings.
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Lightning Bug, a poem about the sanctity of life even for the smallest creatures #poem #poetrysky #writingcommunity #writing #queerpoets
September 26, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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Birthed from a whale, a poem from my Dreamscapes collection. Read the whole collection at the link in bio. #actuallyautistic #neurodivergentpoets #queerpoets #poetrysky #poem #appalachia #surrealist
September 23, 2025 at 11:24 AM
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A poem experimenting with the feeling of autistic joy gathered from the small details throughout a day. #actuallyautistic #neurodivergentpoets #queerpoets #poetrysky #poem #writingcommunity #writing
September 21, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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Generations, a poem. #poem #poetrysky #queerpoets
September 20, 2025 at 11:57 PM
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Empty Mourning, a poem. #poem #poetrysky #queerpoets #neurodivergentpoets #appalachianpoets
My dog lifelessly draped in the ripped gray plaid bed slumped between our door and the foyer Clutching his body, I fruitlessly grasped his few last breaths to try and keep them contained in his small chest But like little ribbons of sunlight peeking through a partially-drawn curtain They slipped through to heaven one-by-one My touch was the last hand he felt, at least it was gentle not drunken Until the body was graced over my fireplace as my mother whisked me away to my grandparents’ house Thick, calloused hands from punching down my bedroom door Empty mourning, you would not mourn for me
September 19, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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A poem about my grandmother. #poetrysky
dried hydrangeas By dreams and dogwoods Dried hydrangeas Frozen in time My grandmother's soul At the bottom of the vase Is she begging for justice? Is it my own anger at God? When dancing in her living room I brush a delicate petal It falls And she is at peace
September 18, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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Cabbage Patches and Imaginary Friends, a poem:
#appalachianpoetry #appalachia #disabledpoetry #queerpoets #poem #poetrysky #disabledpoets #lgbtqpoets
September 17, 2025 at 11:56 AM
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Candlelight, a poem.

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Melt me down into wax Light me and let me perfume your room I don't worship the same god as you A false idol, You strut about pridefully In your damp, Dark, Molding home Snuff out your candle Let my steadfastness warm you
September 16, 2025 at 9:06 PM
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Welcome to Dreams and Dogwoods, a project by Kassidy S. She is a poet, zine artist, and kid’s book author from Appalachia. Her poetry was published at the age of 10 and her scholarly work is featured in the Cornell Undergraduate Research Journal. Her poetry is available at NYC’s Bluestockings.
September 15, 2025 at 7:11 PM
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My poetry is usually pretty heavy thematically, but I wanted to practice writing more about the feeling of unbridled joy I experience being autistic. #disabledpoetry #queerpoets #actuallyautistic #poem #poetrysky #disabledpoets #lgbtqpoets
helpimteaching.bsky.social Carlos Po @helpimteaching.bsky.social · Sep 13
My partner wrote this poem about her experience stimming as an autistic person. They were inspired by how the forces of nature relate to natural expressions of the human experience.

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stimming, a poem by dreams and dogwoods Beam of lightning runs through my body Dousing the cascading river with a power One that carves away the most fastidious stone Or plateau soaring above fizzling rainbows Exploding and dancing on my fingertips As they are welcomed into the caress of my palms
September 15, 2025 at 1:26 PM
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Last December, I experienced ableism from a work supervisor saying I was not "professional," when in reality, I am just autistic. This poem goes out to everyone who has felt inadequate compared to neurotypical norms at work. #actuallyautistic #neurodivergentpoets #queerpoets #poetrysky #poem
helpimteaching.bsky.social Carlos Po @helpimteaching.bsky.social · Sep 7
#poem #poetrysky Here’s a poem my partner wrote about online work. Hope you all like it!
Unprofessional The ice burned through my flesh Unprofessionally Tighten my grip Unprofessionally Red skin Raw skin jotting notes down with every click Indoor frostbite Status on Circular indicator hanging around my head Technology stripping me down Glued to my seat Hot summer day Like skin peeling from my young body on the hot metal slide Leaving a piece of me as I go to write or sip tea I gripped the ice one more Water slipping through my fingers I grasped for the cold water, but it only spilled in my lap Seeping through my computer Nullifying the keyboard clicks Shattering my camera Pixelating Throwing myself into the screen nakedly Unprofessionally Cut my skin with a half-moon slice Unprofessionally Unprofessional The ice burned through my flesh Unprofessionally Tighten my grip Unprofessionally Red skin Raw skin jotting notes down with every click Indoor frostbite Status on Circular indicator hanging around my head Technology stripping me down Glued to my seat Hot summer day Like skin peeling from my young body on the hot metal slide Leaving a piece of me as I go to write or sip tea I gripped the ice one more Water slipping through my fingers I grasped for the cold water, but it only spilled in my lap Seeping through my computer Nullifying the keyboard clicks Shattering my camera Pixelating Throwing myself into the screen nakedly Unprofessionally Cut my skin with a half-moon slice Unprofessionally
September 15, 2025 at 1:25 PM