teaspoon augury
the future clinks against porcelain / and i pretend not to know…
read the full poemcurated quiet for loud hearts
hi, i’m Lane — the infamous poetry writer with ink-stained cardigans and a soft spot for teaspoons. this space is for letters, poems, and small domestic devotions — a 90’s-style corner of the web to read slowly.
what’s new: summer journal entries, a downloadable chapbook mockup, and a printable “fun & connection” sheet for your thursday check-ins.
“minden út hazavisz” — all roads lead home
ink on cardigans
a navy thread, a grocery list, a promise i keep in the pocket…
read & listensavannah window, 6:12 a.m.
cicadas count the seconds i refuse to check on my phone…
read the full poemjournal: letters to a quieter internet
today i bought a clock radio and let it teach me time again. i lit a vanilla candle and wrote instead of scrolling…
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theinfamouspoetrywriter is cottagecore with city edges: dusty rose & sage, tea sachets in every coat pocket, a habit of tucking hair behind an ink-stained ear. built to feel like 1999, kept tender on purpose.