JONNYBOLDUC

@jonnybolduc.bsky.social

poet from maine//a poet in maine// check linktree for book info// words in Roi Fainéant, JAKE//Eunoia Review upcoming in HAD

a still life of a middle school in the spring. mud season, croc tracks on the front lawn, snowbanks next to parent pickup melting. faded, broken pencils strewn in the mudgrass; a bag of doritos that fluttered out of a backpack. a new front door with bullet proof glass.

Everyone in the theater was so angry at me at the cars three midnight premier because they thought i fell asleep and was snoring. Well guess what assholes i actually choked on a thin mint during the previews and was agnonally breathing. I clinically died for 38 minutes. Kachow bitches

Lol disgusting bigots like Keith Self want a culture war? Why don’t we engage in this anti-trans campaign of bigotry and erasure with the same level of vitriol they are slinging at innocent people? This has to stop before trans people are hurt. Fix your heart or die.

Right now there is clear, overwhelming opposition to Mahmoud Khalil’s abduction across the moderate, liberal, progressive & left spectrum. This kind of loud unity is what authoritarians are afraid of. To keep it up we need every institution & public leader to join the chorus.

Cask of Amontillado as a verb, as in i am going to find the bastard who dropped my game boy color in a puddle in 2003 and Cask of Amontillado him in the drywall of an abandoned blockbuster

On the bright side, maybe going to one of RFKs wellness camps for my rampant not killing myself addiction will finally help me realize my lifelong goal of receiving a fucking lobotomy

flash fiction from my newest book: teacher's prayer please, god. let the hot water in the trailer turn on, suddenly, like a river flooding a bank. let the nirvana hoodie that reeks of cat piss be washed with fresh detergent. let these kids know some kindness.

Do you guys remember when ai image creation was just those fucking nauseating green doglike looping things that literally made you physically sick to look at? Can we go back to that, please?

give death a reason to stay home from work. a reason to sleep through his alarm. a reason to get stuck in traffic. to keep his scythe sheathed. let death rest. purge the thoughts of leaving from your head, son. leaving is easy. staying is harder.

And if it is a placebo i am drinking it is lovely and floral. i will sup the plastic flowers with greed. if it is medicine that heals, it is bitter and harsh and i will spit it out on the floor. And if it is harm i will roll around in the festering garbage like a dog.

“911, what’s the address of the emergency?” Answered by a shriek of fear. “He’s dead. My friend just shot himself in the head. Oh my god, he’s dead,” the caller screams. “Sir, where is the gun?” he asks.

i'm at a weird point in my tiny career. i should send shit out to publishers, but i have no traction, no name recognition, and no patience to wait 6+ months. so i self publish, but that looks sloppy and lacks legitimacy and is a full time gig promoting. not sure what the fuck to do tbh

hollywood is lying to you.it's not dangerous to alter the timeline. show Alexander the gr8 moo deng. feed napoleon a mcdouble under duress. give dr suess a wedgie. give boudicca a 3ds and snap a fuedal peasant into a slimjim. it doesn';tMAKE A DIFFERENCE! Now excuse me while I blip out of existence