The easy story is that I get lost, often.

An essay on names, violence and love.

Mar 5 • Maaike VanderMeer

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February 2026

Can you have art without crumbs?

On the anonymous markings of strangers.

Feb 19 • Maaike VanderMeer

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I spent 5 hours in the ER just to hear that my body is healing itself

In poetry class, a student said they don’t trust a poem that doesn’t have pain.

Feb 5 • Maaike VanderMeer

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January 2026

Once, the world was just an idea

rolling in someone else's mouth.

Jan 22 • Maaike VanderMeer

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Ancient grains

It was evident already as a child that my palms were sticky with the past.

Jan 8 • Maaike VanderMeer

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December 2025

‘Cure’ is an old word

A poem for Christmas.

Dec 25, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer

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An editor says, the publishing industry is entirely teeth.

A poem to end a semester of MFA.

Dec 18, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer

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Recipe for oliebollen

Missing a person is the smallest waiting.

Dec 4, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer

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November 2025

We’re all born with 27 acorns of doubt.

Or at least I was, but the caps kept falling off and doubling the number.

Nov 20, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer

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The future smells like dishsoap and ink

and Jack's magic beans.

Nov 6, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer

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October 2025

Climbing Teapot Hill

Your whole future, your whole past, we tell each other, can slip between the folds of the cedar’s bark.

Oct 23, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer

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How to capture a day

A poem for the end of things.

Oct 16, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer

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