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some memories don’t stay buried. original poem + photograph by thistle & thread press #visualpoetry #micropoetry #originalpoetry #poetryandphotography #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #indiepoet #forestpoem #poetryinlight #poetryofgrief #fragmentedpoetry #darkpoetry #hauntingpoetry #poetryart #naturewriting #emotionalwriting #stillnessandstory #poetsofinstagram #poetryinmotion #moodygrams #visualnarrative

Five syllables. A single word. Enough to ruin a life. The Leaving Kind — August 17 #theleavingkind #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poetryofig #instapoetry #bookstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #contemporarypoetry #modernpoetry #narrativepoetry #poetrybooks #bookrelease #comingsoon #literaryfiction #indieauthor #bookaesthetic #poetrysociety #bibliophile #literarycommunity #writinglife #booklover #poetrycollection #readmorepoetry #smallpress #indiepress #griefpoetry #bookish #poetryofinstagram

🆂🅾🅼🅴 🅳🅴🅿🅰🆁🆃🆄🆁🅴🆂… 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. the leaving kind · out august 17 #theleavingkind #chapbook #poetrycommunity #griefpoetry #indieauthor #selfpublished #poetryrelease #literarygrief #narrativepoetry #healingthroughwords #smallpresspoetry #poetryofgrief #emotionalwriting #poetsofinstagram #poetrybook #writingthroughloss #indiepoetry #poetrylovers #slowpublishing #lyricalprose #poetryforthesoul #softgrief #fragmentedpoetry #newpoetrybook

Some things were meant to die in your hands. Not everything you planted was meant to thrive. This week’s Loose Threads is your permission slip to grieve what never took root—and to finally stop tending what’s already gone. Let go. Free your hands. Make room for better fruit. #poetrychallenge #LooseThreads #poetrycommunity #poetrygram #igpoets #writinginspiration #writingpractice #writeeveryday #wordspill #writingpromptchallenge #poetryprompt #writewithme #spokenwordpoetry #selfreflection #creativewriting #writingprompts #writersofinstagram #mentalhealthpoetry #instapoet #poetsofinstagram

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ Fɪᴇʟᴅ Nᴏᴛᴇs A new offering from Thistle & Thread—designed to invite reflection, imagination, and creative return. Each edition offers daily prompts that follow the shape of the month, shifting with the season’s tone. Some ask questions. Some leave breadcrumbs. All ask you to show up. This is not just for poets. It’s for anyone interested in getting to know themselves on a deeper level through art. 𝘍𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 for August is now available at thistleandthread.org Start your pages. Gather your fragments. Begin your inward harvest. ——— #FieldNotesSeries #ThistleAndThread #CreativeRituals #DailyPrompt #WritingPractice #JournalingInspiration #PoetryPrompt #ArtOfNoticing #FieldNotesAugust #InwardHarvest #SeasonalWriting #WriteWithTheSeasons #MonthlyJournal #WritingPromptChallenge #WritersOfInstagram #CreativeLiving #SlowCreative

Friday Feature: Shelby Greene @_shelby.greene_ — 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐧 The palms of my hands were slick, the dirt compacted beneath my nails. My furrowed brow carried the smear of my efforts, much louder than I carried my pain. Nearly consumed by digging graves for all the versions of me you killed. Their voices you ended The many women I laid to rest for you. I begged you to sow seeds instead. So the soil on my hands was that of growth and life. But dead things don't sow, and dead men don't plant gardens. — This week, we are honored to feature Shelby Greene. Shelby Greene is a writer, mother of 5, and survivor whose debut book As Ashes Fall weaves spoken word poetry with raw personal reflection. With deep roots in storytelling and healing, Shelby brings her lived experience to the page in a voice that is both gritty and redemptive. She is the founder of @theredcollective.bookshelf, a growing community space for survivors, where she is developing healing journals, digital resources, and future works that honor the journey of rising after ruin. #SurvivorStories #AsAshesFall #TheRedCollective #IndieAuthors #WomenWhoWrite #HealingThroughWords #SpokenWordPoetry #ShelbyGreene #spotlightseries #voicesofthemargins #featuredpoet #amplifynature #indielitcommunity #sacredpoetry #thistleandthreadfeatures #fridayfeature #poetryspotlight #indiewriters

“𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝—𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭.” Known to the ancients and still used today, 𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘶𝘮 is one of the most versatile herbal allies in the garden. From battlefield medicine to boundary work, from bitter tonic to fever remedy, yarrow’s long lineage of use speaks to its power: 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔. This post walks you through its medicinal properties, traditional and clinical uses, and folklore as a warrior herb. Save for your herbal studies or share with a friend. New to our page? We create educational carousels, prompts, and feature indie authors weekly. Follow @thistleandthreadpress for more. 𝑨𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 / 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔: • European Medicines Agency: EMA Report on Yarrow • Hoffmann, D. (2003). Medical Herbalism • Wood, M. (2008). The Earthwise Herbal, Vol. I • Moerman, D. (1998). Native American Ethnobotany • USDA Plant Guide: NRCS Profile • Duke, J. (2002). Handbook of Medicinal Herbs #yarrow #achilleamillefolium #herbalism #plantmedicine #herbalallies #folkhealing #naturalremedies #herbalsupport #materiaMedica #medicinalplants #holistichealing #plantwisdom #cottagecoreherbalism #thistleandthreadpress #herbmagic #greenwitch #plantbasedhealing #indieherbalist #wildcrafting #earthbasedwisdom #planteducation #botanicalhealing #folkherbalism #digestivesupport #energeticherbs

sometimes it’s the weed that teaches you how to survive. this excerpt is from 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬, one of eight pieces in 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯. link in bio. #poetrycommunity #poetrybook #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #indiepress #indiepublisher #smallpresspoetry #womenwriters #griefpoetry #healingpoetry #naturewriting #botanicalpoetry #burdock #plantlanguage #softgrungeaesthetic #literarygrief #poetryforthesoul #bookstagram #readmorepoetry #supportindieauthors #chapbook #newpoetryrelease #flowersinthegarden #emergingwriter #writersofinstagram #contemporarypoetry #poetsofinstagram

The season is shifting. Is something shifting inside of you? This week’s 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑇𝒉𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 invites you to explore the season outside you, and the one you’re moving through. #poetrychallenge #LooseThreads #poetrycommunity #poetrygram #igpoets #writinginspiration #writingpractice #writeeveryday #wordspill #writingpromptchallenge #poetryprompt #writewithme #spokenwordpoetry #selfreflection #creativewriting #writingprompts #writersofinstagram #mentalhealthpoetry #instapoet #poetsofinstagram

𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆: 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒎 𝑺𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒅 — 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈’𝒔 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆 My longship cuts across the sea, Through storm and mist, with bravery. With axes high and hearts aflame, We chase new lands and glory's name. In mead halls warm, our deeds we sing, Of dragon ships and winters' sting. The clash of swords, the victor's cheer, Resound in tales for all to hear. Yet under starry skies, in quiet thought, I ponder the cost, the tears life's brought. For every triumph, a price is paid, In battles fought and memories swayed — This week we’re honored to feature Danum Skald, a dyslexic poet and military veteran from Doncaster. 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭: @danumskald #FridayFeature #DanumSkald #spotlightseries #voicesofthemargins #thistleandthreadfeatures #poetryspotlight #indiewriters #ThistleAndThreadPress #VikingPoetry #PoetryOfHistory #VeteranPoet #IndiePoetry #SmallPressCommunity #EmergingPoets #HistoricalPoetry #PoetryFeature #DyslexicPoet #AfghanistanVeteran

We have noticed nature is changing— preparing for the quiet shift of fall, and the inevitability of winter. We live in seasons too. Not by the calendar, but by what roots, what wilts, and what refuses to bloom. This week’s reflection asks: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧? And what’s one word that defines it? Drop yours below—or use this as a writing prompt. #seasonsofself #emotionalpoetry #writingprompt #poetryprompt #selfreflection #griefandgrowth #fallenergy #healingpoetry #poetsofig #onewordprompt #poetrycommunity #thistleandthreadpress #innerseasons #poetrycarousel #commentprompt #writersofinstagram #creativeprompt #smallpresscommunity #indiepoetrypress #camusquote

𝐟*𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫. Grief can begin long before the body goes cold. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 is a chapbook about terminal illness, emotional abandonment, and the quiet devastation that comes when those you love most no longer stay. This is the next release from Thistle & Thread Press — arriving August 17. Follow for updates, excerpts, and behind the scenes. #theleavingkind #thistleandthreadpress #indiepoetry #poetrychapbook #griefpoetry #fuckcancer #cancerawareness #cancersucks #writingthroughgrief #healingthroughwriting #poetryofgrief #poetryofloss #indiepress #smallpresspublishing #terminalillness #poetryaboutdeath #poetryheals #griefsupport #emotionalpoetry #rawpoetry #griefjourne

What do we find when we unravel? This week’s 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑇𝒉𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 invites you to write beyond the mask—past the roles, the quiet, and the selves we hide. Pick a prompt. Let it lead you. Tag @thistleandthreadpress and use #LooseThreads if you want to share. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑟𝑒𝑒—𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒. #LooseThreads #writingprompts #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #creativewriting #writinginspiration #mentalhealthpoetry #selfreflection #writingpromptchallenge #writingpractice #poetryprompt #instapoet #poetrygram #writewithme #spokenwordpoetry #poetrychallenge #writersofinstagram #wordspill #igpoets #writeeveryday #LooseThreads #writingprompts #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #creativewriting #writinginspiration #mentalhealthpoetry #selfreflection #writingpromptchallenge #writingpractice #poetryprompt #instapoet #poetrygram #writewithme #spokenwordpoetry #poetrychallenge #writersofinstagram #wordspill #igpoets #writeeveryday

𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 | 𝑹𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒍 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑬𝒅.𝑫. (𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓) — 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 I macerate information and fuel my organs with my eyes. My eyes are teeth now. I do not use them to see, but to bite and chew. Meat enters my body through my cornea. The vitreous gel is now enamel. I smile and let them flash bright and beautiful. — This week we’re honored to feature the brilliant Rachel Turney: an educator, poet, researcher, and visual artist based in Denver. Her creative work spans poetry, research, drawing, and photography, and has appeared in a wide range of publications and magazine covers. Rachel is deeply passionate about immigrant rights, teacher advocacy, and empowering fellow artists. A 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠’ 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑟 prize winner, she is currently pitching her first full-length collection of poetry while her disappearing digital chapbook 𝑬𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 is live now on 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 + 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 through July and August 2025. Follow her work and connect: Website: turneytalks.com Instagram: turneytalks Bluesky: @rachelturney #FridayFeature #ThistleAndThreadPress #RachelTurney #PoetryCommunity #EmergingPoets #DigitalChapbook #BloodAndHoney #PoetryFeature #WritersHourWinner #SupportPoets #IndiePoetry #PoetryPublishing #WomenWhoWrite #PoetrySpotlight #DenverWriters #EducatorArtist #LiteraryArts #PoetryMatters #TurneyTalks #VisualPoetry #ArtistFeature

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭 (𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘢) has long stood at the threshold between protection and release. For the overwhelmed, the overworked, the overburdened, this plant speaks in the language of rest and regulation. Explore its history, energetics, and modern research in the carousel above. 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 & 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: • 𝐄𝐌𝐀 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭: https://www.ema.europa.eu/en/documents/herbal-report/final-assessment-report-leonurus-cardiaca-l-herba_en.pdf • 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝑨 𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒍: https://www.botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/mothrt42.html • 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/49513 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦. #motherwort #leonuruscardiaca #plantmedicine #herbalism #materiamedica #nervines #folkherbalism #herbalstudies #healingplants #herbalhistory #botanicallearning #plantbasedhealing #thistleandthreadpress #ritualplants

𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡— a quiet invocation for all who bleed, endure, and are unseen. a small body of love for 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵, keeper of the heart and womb. #motherwort #herbalwisdom #plantmedicine #healingplants #herbalpoetry #poetryandplants #femininehealing #wombwisdom #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetryofinsta #indiepoetry #naturepoetry #spiritualpoetry #thistleandthreadpress #holistichealing #herbalism #amverse #griefpoetry #womenspoetry #healingwords #plantspiritmedicine #botanicalpoetry #emotionalhealing #modernpoet #poetsofinstagram

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒: 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 𝐈 A Saturday prompt series by Thistle & Thread Press. For the pages that haven’t been written yet. For the words still buried beneath the surface. These three prompts are seeds—small, unfinished, and seeking to take root deep within the soil of your mind. You don’t have to bloom today. Even stillness belongs in the garden. Save this post. Return to it. Let something unravel. Let something grow. Which prompt speaks to you? Tag us @thistleandthreadpress or use #LooseThreads to share your writing. #LooseThreads #WritingPrompts #PoetryPrompts #NatureWriting #GriefWriting #HealingThroughWriting #ThistleAndThreadPress #PoetryCommunity #WritersOfInstagram #IndiePress #PoetrySupport #MetaphorMagic #CreativeUnblocking #SaturdayWriting #PoetsOfIG #NatureAsMetaphor #EmotionalCraft #WritingThroughGrief

Friday Feature | 𝐈𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐩𝐲𝐱 The Price For His Peace — Kumbaya, Kumbaya, Kumbaya, Silence your children rehearse cries, Their hollow wails hold no truth for my once-breathing brother, For in life’s cruel theater he played the phantom in their story, A long forgotten soul who was never loved. And yet, they spill torrents of sorrows while he rest, They Lay their final blooms of apology, Of which suffocate his eternal rest, But tell me this, Where was this grace when breath wove through his embattled lungs? They left him ‘lone in the cavern of solitude, Wailing desperately and wild, Leaving him to hear his own echoes into the void, And with stone-hard stares, Casting judgement for laying his soul bare. And yet, you dare to utter in my ears with gentle whispers about peace?! Where was his peace when he asked for it? Yet, his request fade beneath the sun as the gaze of indifference slander him. Where was the kindness that eluded him like a cruel mirage? How many scars and battle must he face before he earns his halo? He deserved celestial tapestries of starlight, not an empty, starless void, He was meant for paradise, not a hell he called his dwelling, No matter how fiercely he fought, your hearts offered no sanctuary. Yet, you mouth platitudes of peace to me, Keep your silken lies, He thirsted for them, I do not. Yet it was that same thirst that doused his inner light, Radiant and majestic, And yet, it was their relentless storms of scorn that broke his desire to want paradise. Cold and emptied is when the torrent of regret stream through your children’s mask, Petals lay upon his vessel, All what is done today could been given during his days of sunlight. All he sought was a sliver of peace, Yet, in seeking he surrendered his very soul, To a world unabashed in hurling stones at each sunrise he dared to believe in. — A Vo;ce for the Vo;celess – debut collection Tea & Poetry – podcast launching soon Featured in Dead On A Doorstep & Black Noise Based in Connecticut TikTok: @teaandpoetry28 #thistleandthreadpress #fridayfeature #icaruslapyx

tomorrow, we feature a voice worth pausing for. until then, a line to sit with— “𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.” friday features. every week. one voice. one piece. follow @thistleandthreadpress and submit today your voice may be next. #fridayfeature #poetryteaser #poetrycommunity #indiepress #poetryquote #thistleandthreadpress #smallpresslove

𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. I redesigned the cover for 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 more than I rewrote the poems within it. Each version brought something new—but most took me further from what I actually wanted. Some looked too modern. Some too ornate. Some lacked softness like the poems held. Some blurred out when blown up full-scale. There was a point I nearly threw in the towel and hired someone to do this for me. I could not get the formatting right no matter what. After hitting a point with the design, finally something clicked. It wasn’t finished yet, but it had life in it. This is a glimpse behind the curtain. You experience the final product, the culmination of hours spent in front of a screen measuring, typing, dragging & dropping—a work that has taught me patience and how much time goes into making something feel simple. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. Link in bio. Paperback on Amazon. #BehindTheScenes #CoverDesign #IndieAuthorLife #BookDesignProcess #PoetryBook #flowersinthegarden #ThistleAndThreadPress #CreativeProcess #VisualStorytelling #BTS #DesignEvolution #PoetryCommunity #SelfPublishedAuthor #IndiePublishing #WritersOfInstagram #BookLaunch

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 is now available in paperback on Amazon worldwide. a visceral collection of poetry and prose told in the voice of different flowers such as poppy, chamomile, nettle, and more. These voices are grief-stricken, mythic, and unflinching. They are the roots we hide. The petals we offer. The pain we make into something that blooms beautifully. Available now: bit.ly/flowersinthegarden copies coming soon to thistleandthread.org #poetrybook #indiepoetry #griefpoetry #herbalism #flowermagic #smallpresspublishing #poetryofinstagram #booklaunch #poetrycommunity #visceralwriting #thistleandthreadpress

some plants aren’t meant to be soft. this is yarrow— the one that stops the bleeding. a spoken word excerpt from 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯, releasing this coming Monday, July 7 from thistle & thread press. #spokenwordpoetry #poetryreels #poetryvideo #poetsofinstagram #indiepoet #modernpoetry #instapoet #yarrow #plantfolklore #herbalpoetry #botanicalpoetry #poetryandplants #naturepoetry #healingplants #flowersinthegarden #thistleandthreadpress #indiepress #chapbookrelease

and i. not all holidays feel like celebration. some are a day to grieve, to rest, to step away. however you spend this holiday, wherever you are; may there be breath, gentleness, and a safe return. thistle & thread will resume our content schedule after the holiday. #july4th #independenceday #slowliving #intentionalrest #griefandhealing #thistleandthread #quietrevolution #resistancerooted #folkpoetry #modernritual

gentle doesn’t mean untouched. she has been steeped in sorrow, softened by fire. and still, she holds out her sweetness. Some flowers bloom through the storm. chamomile teaches us how. She soothes without erasing. She softens without forgetting. A flower for the restless. A poem for the ones learning to sleep again. flowers in the garden a poetic chapbook of personified medicinal blooms. releasing July 7 on Amazon. #flowersinthegarden #thistleandthreadpress #chamomile #poetry #excerpt #poetryexcerpt #herbalpoetry #indiepoetry #griefpoetry #plantmagic #gentlepower #newpoetryrelease

Friday Feature: Sabrina Krejci - @ritesofnature “a life I never had” There is a version of me that runs barefoot through tall grass, laughing, shoulders loose, sun-warmed and untouched by the weight I wake with every morning. She lives somewhere I can’t touch where no one raised their voice in rage, where love wasn’t conditional, where doors didn’t slam and silence wasn’t punishment. She sits at long tables, surrounded by hands that reach without wounding, voices that soften before they break. She is held. And I I stand outside glass with my forehead to it and watch her smile, feel a hollow throb in my chest where something should have grown. There are memories I don’t have that still ache like bruises: a birthday where someone showed up, a body that was touched with tenderness, a home where I was safe to speak, to weep, to want. I mourn her like a death that never had the dignity of burial. I mourn her like a motherless child aching for arms she never knew. The grief has no grave, just this endless throb in the quiet hours when no one is watching. And no matter how far I get, how much I heal, there is always a corner of my heart still pressed to that window, watching her dance in the golden light of the life I never had. —Sabrina Krejci About the Author: Sabrina Krejci is a poet and practitioner devoted to nature and the Great Mother. She crafts heartfelt, soul-deep poetry and devotional prayers rooted in healing and reverence. Based in central Wisconsin, she lives with her partner and their dog Jet, tending the land, hiking, photographing, and honoring what is sacred in all things. #FridayFeature #ThistleAndThreadPress #IndiePoet #PoetryOfHealing #GriefPoetry #DevotionalWriting #PoetsOfInstagram #NatureAsSacred #RitesOfNature #PoetryCommunity #SmallPressPublishing #PoetryFeature #EmergingPoets #HealingThroughWords

“i refuse to be a posthumous apology in a broken system’s file cabinet.” —excerpt from The Wolf’s Bane: Revisited by @third_eyety Every year, more than 700,000 people die by suicide. Many are failed by the very systems meant to protect them. This poem is for every soul who was almost a statistic, for every one of us who clawed our way back and said: you will not bury me quietly. The Wolf’s Bane: Revisited COMING SOON on Amazon + signed editions at thistleandthread.org #TheWolfsBaneRevisited #PoetryOfSurvival #MentalHealthMatters #SuicideAwareness #IndiePoet #TraumaWriting #PostTraumaticGrowth #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryThatHeals #YouAreNotAlone

out of sight|out of mind | @third_eyety splinter apart my ribs, gouge out my eyes with your icy gaze piercing through me down to the core exposing the vile being that lurks beneath half dead half alive an abomination yet a beautiful creation stitched together barely breathing but alive. veins hum in silence a quiet defiance in every fractured bone wearing ruin as a crown dripping with rust and regret a monument to the war I lost the war between what was alive and what refuses to die. a ghost in my skin, a whisper between heartbeats, dancing on the edge of oblivion still standing still splitting open for the light. #poetry #poetsofinstagram #darkpoetry #griefpoetry #sadpoetry #emotionalpoetry #existentialpoetry #gothicpoetry #mentalhealthpoetry #ashandbone #ghostsofthepage #soulscribbles #hauntingwords #inkandshadows #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #writersofinstagram #creativewriting #spokenwordpoetry #instapoet #moodyaesthetic #blackandwhitepoetry #fridayfeature #thistleandthreadpress #indiepoets #undiscoveredvoices #painintopoetry #etherealpoetry #poetrysupport #deadwords

Calling all poets, storytellers, and artists! We’re now accepting submissions for our Friday Feature, a space devoted to sharing work that resonates, reclaims, and reveals. Whether it’s one raw poem or a quiet piece of prose, if it’s honest, we want to see it. Follow the guidelines in this post to submit your work. Features appear across our social platforms and website. No fee. No gatekeeping. Just the work. ⁠ Submit to: tyler@thistleandthread.org Subject: Friday Feature – [Your Name] #callforsubmissions #openforpoetry #submityourwork #indiepress #smallpress #fridayfeature #thistleandthreadpress #litfeature #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #prosepoetry #hybridwriting #visualpoetry #emergingwriters #digitalpublishing #submissionsopen #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #artfeature #litcall

Welcome to Thistle & Thread Press. We are an independent publisher devoted to raw storytelling, poetic medicine, and the work of tending to grief through language. We publish voices that speak plainly and powerfully, voices that are unafraid to sit with discomfort, with healing, with history. This space will house: • poetry + prose collections • limited-run chapbooks • mythic reimaginings + folklore • meditations on grief, identity, and survival We are still weaving the first threads, but this is where it begins. Follow along as we build something tender, enduring, and true. @thistleandthreadpress thistleandthread.org #independentpress #smallpresspublishing #poetrycommunity #writeyourtruth #literarygrief #healingthroughwords #poetryasritual #mythicwriting #folkpoetics #chapbookpress #rawpoetry #publishingcollective #modernfolklore #writingthroughgrief #griefpoet

untitled | @ritesofnature ~ My lips are cracked not just from winter, but from every word I bit back, every scream I swallowed, every time I whispered please and no one heard. They’re bloodied and bruised, split open from kissing the ground every time I fell short of the woman I was chasing. A ghost of myself that shimmered in the distance, always a little out of reach. I saw her sometimes in mirrors lit by moonlight, in the silence after crying myself dry. Brief flickers, like headlights on a lonely road. She looked like me, only softer. Braver. Whole. I chased her for years. Ran until my feet blistered, soul aching, carrying the weight of “you’re not enough” I carved into my bones. I thought the answer was discipline. Or hunger. Or maybe if I bled for her, she’d finally stay. But then, he touched me like I wasn’t broken. Said my name like it meant something holy. Held me like he was afraid I’d disappear. Because in his eyes, I saw her. The girl I hunted, hated, hoped for. And she smiled. All my life, I thought the answer was to love myself first. But it turns out, sometimes it takes someone else loving you fiercely, wildly, without conditions to make you believe you were worth loving all along. #poem #poetry #love

unraveling | @third_eyety ~ is this an unraveling or am I slowly breaking, fracturing into millions of shards exploding across the night sky in a disappointing meteor shower. shedding the skin of emotion hardening into apathy where every word penned is a dagger pulled from my spine. why am I this way the intensity of everything weight pushing down distorting my minds eye of purpose, of hope, of faith. is this ruin or rebirth this molting of meaning where tears aren’t shed and silence is scripture with grief being my god. the mirror is broken or maybe just the reflection is; a reflection of something I broke long ago. this void consumes, it takes hold, and I fear it’ll end in agony. #poetry #griefpoetry #thistleandthreadpress

how often do we give ourselves away, in ways that feel sacred, to things that are anything but? this is for the ones who bent themselves, who kept bleeding, calling it love and devotion. may you remember: you are the altar, not the sacrifice. — poem by t.tittle @third_eyety #poetry #poem #thistleandthreadpress