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We talk about the future while we’re living it
I don’t quite know how to introduce this poem. Suppose I could say that the grass is always greener by design — it’s one way this broken world we’re…
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Isaac Pickell
Carpal tunnel syndrome and other ancient maladies
a poem about adjuncting
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Isaac Pickell
Your one thousand nine hundred and fourteenth Friday morning
Season’s greetings from Michigan, everyone! Here at the very end of summer, we tend to get our best weather of the year, clear and warm, with crisp…
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Isaac Pickell
Like a tunnel, I am always promising the other side
a piece about when things break down
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Isaac Pickell
Another poem about philodendron!
The scientific name for someone I used to know
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Isaac Pickell
I want to be the kind of poet who dreams...
One of my friends writes the kind of poetry that sometimes seems like it could only possibly rise from dreams, full of the sort of fantasmic and…
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Isaac Pickell
A poem for the end of summer
Most of the year our house is a jungle, brimming over with green so verdant you’d believe we were in an advertisement for a Millenials lifestyle…
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Isaac Pickell
Isaac’s Substack has a cool new name
Isaac’s Substack has a cool new name
drafts, poems, and tiny essays.

Isaac’s Substack has a cool new name

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