CARING LESS

four new poems for big feelings

ICYMI, this is the final paid post I’ll be doing until the month of July, but if you would like to read it and cannot afford to, please don’t hesitate to send me a DM here on Substack, or send me an email at gracekelleywrites AT gmail with the subject line COMP REQUEST. I’ll get you in, no questions asked.

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Dearest Readers,

I am writing to you from my very nice new mechanical keyboard that has just the right amount of ASMR clickity-clack, and the perfect amount of comfort and smooth typing. The bluetooth on my inexpensive little keyboard was crapping out on me, so today had me woman-handling every single keyboard on display at the local Best Buy until I found the perfect one, and I want to say THANK YOU. To each and everyone of you who subscribe, share, comment, and of course especially those of you who contribute as paying subscribers and those of you who have bought my books—I get to do this work because of your support. I’m so grateful.

For my final paid post for a few months, (I’ll still be doing my monthly “What is mine to do” posts—I’m just taking a step back from constant creating in this space for a little bit in order to make room for some new and exciting fiction projects which you can learn more about here), I thought it would be nice to share with you a few new poems that I haven’t shared anywhere else yet.

They are about the pain of coming out in less-than-affirming spaces, reckoning with the high stress of these tense political days, and learning to care more about the bits of light right beneath our feet, even as we give ourselves permission to care less about other things.

I hope they bless you.