Jeffrey Hecker

@heckheck03.bsky.social

Poet, Teen Writers Fellowship Poetry Teacher (The Muse Writers Center), Poetry Staff Reader for Quarterly West

If that human sacrifice scene in Midsommar took place anywhere in America right now, Gen Z would not even have to shove their parents off the cliff. Their parents are leaping off on their own accords.

Wasn't Hasan Piker less than three years ago hanging out with Grimes and her dog in a podcast studio designed by crystal meth? And now he is walking around dressed like a Miami Vice villain? What happened to the studio? What happened to Grimes and her dog?

All prices are fucking insane but children's backpack prices are the most fucking insane. Parents if your kids are in my classes rest assured I am not giving them a textbook or any homework at all. None.

Watched a video of several people saying all their homegrown tomatoes died after rainstorms essentially saying rain poisoned their crops. After the sixth person said it, I was like maybe so.

I like my blurriness to be an earned thing. I don't want my waking to be a kind of sleeping, as Samuel Beckett would have it. I would sooner be awake and exhausted. I'll stand behind that. --Claudia Rankine, Triage. Wowzers.

Borges writes about how Dante Rossetti spent so much time trying to mythologize Lilith through poetry he may have actually reminded people in the 1800's of Lilith --because perhaps they forgot which is definitely likely. This is the kind of work poets do all the time and they do not even know why.

Kenneth Koch describes helping a nursing home patient named Margaret Whittaker edit her poem line "I wanted people to ask me to dance" to "I'm sitting here and wondering/How many are going to ask me to dance tonight."

During the haiku portion of Kenneth Koch teaching geriatrics at the nursing home, he creates a poem on the fly about some people in the class's lack of participation: No one spoke,/Kate, Suzanne,/The white chairs.

In 2027 every U.S. state, commonwealth, and territory should change its current name by one letter -- as a complete psychological refresh to the terror we have endured. Please feel free to comment with your new preferred place names. I will start: Virginit.

I saw Norman Dubie read some of his aphorisms in person and at some point during the reading he confessed (really to himself but everybody could hear him) he should have only written aphorisms. I agree with that.