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Sage Ravenwood
@sageravenwood.bsky.social
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Deaf. Cherokee. Writer.
My book ‘Everything That Hurt Us Becomes a Ghost’ is available from Gallaudet University Press. https://gupress.gallaudet.edu/Books/E/Everything-That-Hurt-Us-Becomes-a-Ghost
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Sage Ravenwood @sageravenwood.bsky.social · Oct 18
Happy Bookaversary! It’s been one year since Everything That Hurt Us Becomes a Ghost debuted. I would love to hear what you thought of the collection or if there was a favorite poem. 🙏🤟
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Looking for Deaf-centred stories for the reader in your family? Check out these authors:

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Keep an eye on this page. I’ll be recommending Deaf & Disabled authors & artists throughout the month. 🤟🏼
December 1, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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The poem is based on a true story. A fist did indeed come through a door…Every Damn Day Is Domestic Violence Awareness. Pulp was originally published in Pinhole Poetry. #DomesticViolence, #Holidays, #Pulp, #pinholepoetry
November 17, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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Might be human…
We’re all complicit in this humanness. Let this be a reminder, kindness doesn’t cost a damn thing…
#human, #WeCarryTheWound, #mightbeapoet, #KindnessRebel
November 15, 2025 at 10:36 PM
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November 7, 2025 at 1:01 AM
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When you have fangs and a heart. Our humanity is making us the wrong kind of animal. #fangsandheart, #trashethos, #notgrandmaspoetry, #littlegirlgrownup
November 4, 2025 at 2:47 AM
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She’s two and as fierce as the day she debuted. #everythingthathurtusbecomesaghost, #RebelPoet, #Indigenous, #gallaudetuniversity, #debutanniversay
October 20, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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October 1, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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September 29, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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I’m not even mad the moon hid last night. Make sure to read the poem inspiring the caption. I was fortunate and honored Atlanta Review chose to published ‘Between Bites’ a few years back. #moonlight, #betweenbites, #atlantareview, #poetry
September 2, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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*Lit Cigarette Summer is in two parts. The recent Canadian wildfires have me returning to this poem of mine in scavengers.lit . NY’s red haze moonlit nights of ‘what have we done’, is yet another in your face reminder. The world is becoming a dumpster fire with each passing day.
June 9, 2025 at 8:48 PM
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I’ve been sadly remiss in announcing two wonderful anthologies I had the pleasure of gracing recently. The first is @pioneertownlit decade long celebrated collection - Pioneertown Pairings. Poems are paired with a cocktail or mocktail recipe throughout. Check out my poem, ‘What Escapes a Throat’.
June 3, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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We can’t let April pass us by without featuring some #DeafLit for #NationalPoetryMonth! Here's “Night Speak” and “Playing God with a Flashlight” by @sageravenwood.bsky.social from EVERYTHING THAT HURT US BECOMES A GHOST. Now 30% off w/ promo code NDHM2025:
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NIGHT SPEAK When you heard the rain tapping gently outside your window pebble tinged A lover’s insistent plea to be let in Sweat draped in cotton sheets screen shifted breeze floating bare skin Before your nail torn larynx’s scream asphyxiated Hatched spiderlings pouring from every orifice Wool choked whispers misnomered sheep knowing want and desire are different beast Squandering retaliation on forgivable regret Who pays the piper to chase uncounted sheep Delinquent soothsayer’s childlike prayers When you can’t forget whose voice never shuts up in your head a familiar stranger Memories sewn into a taunt fitted skin suit bloodied by touch wail slapped birthing And you want to pierce the heart of every white knight who failed to save the possessed maiden Virginity’s broken vessel has a female body It’s dark in the dark beneath ghost lids The night spits up chewed morsels of cognition Endless rooms in a house of woke with no escape every ex-lover is holding a hatchet of mistake Our dank sub-duality drum grown quiet Curtains tangled into knotted links of noose Stygian slumber’s bloated corpse awakening to sunrise’s persuasive red-tinged cleaving Dawn filters through eyelash ensnared brain fog Do you remember a kindness of sleep PLAYING GOD WITHOUT A FLASHLIGHT Fear and loathing eat days Mares of night wearing faces of memory racing blind and trampling throated screams Couch sitting on my hands wood paneled Walls covered in The Wizard of Oz memorabilia I’m Dorothy talking to an inferno head Pretending to be a wizened little man behind the curtain Words flick against enamel escaping between my lips All the house of me doors are unlocked I’ve set a place at the table for you Introducing each trauma sitting with us by name I played the role of cowardly lion Empty as a tin man with no heart A scarecrow psychologist panning my brain Each response institutionalized textbook ready You believed this yellow brick road led to all my selves For years pulling up a chair to examine Each nag pulled from the race of my headspace Time was a useful tool for thieving senses Never staying longer than an hour Refusing to turn on the stair lights to the basement’s sublevel of emotional fortitude Every other room mined of intellectual capacity I never locked my doors you were free to leave Your pissed stained road spiraled out of control Munchkins couldn’t brick enough winding yellow Holding a motor purring kitten not Toto I’m watching the ball you dropped roll away There was never enough magical realism to forge the wilderness of me No matter how many times you stopped to skip stones across my creek I own this darkness The batteries in your flashlight are dead On a black background, a QR code for visiting the book page is added on the right with a book cover of “Everything that hurt us becomes a ghost” on the left. Another QR code is added under the book cover for browsing more poetry titles. Information about a promo code (NDHM2025) that saves 30% on all poetry books with free domestic shipping is added at the bottom with “National Poetry Month” and the GU logo under. https://gupress.gallaudet.edu/Books/E/Everything-That-Hurt-Us-Becomes-a-Ghost https://gupress.gallaudet.edu/Browse-by-Subject/Literature-Poetry-Literary-Studies
April 17, 2025 at 6:01 PM
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Includes collections by @mailbykite.bsky.social, Naomi Cohn, @tagreathouse.bsky.social, Cyrée Jarelle Johnson, @cynthiamhoffman.bsky.social, @sageravenwood.bsky.social, and Jillian Weise.
April 2, 2025 at 12:55 PM
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Your girl’s book is featured in the DeafLit Reading Fest. I’m right up there with Nyle Dimarco whose book Deaf Utopia made The NY Times Bestseller list. 🙏🤟
February 8, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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There’s no flesh between love and pain…Twin shadows, never one without the other.” I’m a little too ‘real’, so you might want to grab a copy before it ends up getting banned in this new reality we find ourselves in.
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February 5, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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Today’s a good day after all. 🙏🤟
shopoetryjournal.bsky.social Shō Poetry Journal @shopoetryjournal.bsky.social · Jan 21
In honor of #LeonardPeltier's long-awaited clemency, let's have a look back at Sage Ravenwood's moving poem on the subject, from our revival issue (Shō No. 3). @sageravenwood.bsky.social

One of the most memorable poems we've published.
sageravenwood.bsky.social Sage Ravenwood @sageravenwood.bsky.social · Jul 25
So my writing? Let’s start with a piece from Shó Poetry Journal that made me cry before and after and made my editor tear up while reading it to friends. Poem is 2 pages.
January 21, 2025 at 2:22 AM
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January 2, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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What is Autumn of the soul but a lesson in how to let the dead things go. And what if we can’t? It’s been a quiet year of gentling loss and goodbyes. Words unflinchingly stabbing pins in nerve endings like a voodoo doll as if we haven’t already succumbed to grief.
November 16, 2024 at 4:05 PM
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Honored! 🙏🤟
November 8, 2024 at 6:47 PM
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Happy Bookaversary! It’s been one year since Everything That Hurt Us Becomes a Ghost debuted. I would love to hear what you thought of the collection or if there was a favorite poem. 🙏🤟
October 18, 2024 at 5:14 PM
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A poetry expose, halfway between beauty and chaos.
‘I still don’t like my face’ but this book is what happens when you cut the raw truth from your body and expose it to the light of day. The emptying… (link in bio)
June 12, 2024 at 12:26 PM
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My poem ‘Deer Woman’ originally published in @shopoetryjournal.bsky.social is today’s feature poem on #versedaily

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March 11, 2024 at 8:31 PM
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I’m honored and thankful to @shiloniziolek for choosing ‘Tsola’ one of two poems for print in the recent issue of @scavengers.lit. When you see life unfolding around you and within you.
February 28, 2024 at 11:56 PM
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When you trip into Goodreads and find your book isn’t doing so bad after all. 🙏🤟

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Everything That Hurt Us Becomes a Ghost: Poems
Sage Ravenwood is a deaf Indigenous poet whose work dea…
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February 20, 2024 at 2:38 PM
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The post about my 2nd book making finalist for the Southeast Missouri State University Cowles Poetry Prize got a lot of traction. Here’s the poem the collection is based on. First published in Hobo Camp Review. It’s loosely based on the MMIW (Missing Murdered Indigenous Woman) movement.
February 19, 2024 at 2:17 PM