Dusti reads two poems by Neil Gaiman: “Instructions” and “What You Need to Be Warm.” I’m working on getting the podcast distributed through additional platforms but my brain is about 40% mud right now. Thanks for your patience; tell your friends!

Dusti reads “Rêvé pour l’Hiver” by our favorite fucboi Arthur Rimbaud, and two by fucboi rival Paul Verlaine: “Il pleut doucement sur la ville. - ARTHUR RIMBAUD” and “Green.” If you’d like to submit a poem for consideration, or send love & appreciation notes, email YourFriendDusti at gmail dot com or find me at YourFriendDusti on Twitter, which is not dead yet.

Dusti reads two more mythological elegies by Zoe Chuang, and finishes off with a Robert Frost classic for this time of year.

No poetry this episode because Your Friend is traveling. Enjoy this little soft affirmation instead.

Dusti reads one more from Zoe Chuang’s Myth/Elegy Project; this time it’s “An Elegy for Echo.” Then they read a piece of their own, “Seeing a Regular,” and like all their other poems, this one’s a true story.

Yes! It‘s Sunday, which means it‘s a Sad Bastard Sunday! Dusti reads three by Drama King Paul Verlaine: A la promenade, L’amour par terre, and En Sourdine. Dusti also gets weird for a minute, which is completely acceptable, not just during December holidays but any time.

Dusti reads “An Elegy for Persephone in the First Fall” by Zoe Chuang and “Solstice” by Jo Bratten. This time of year can be hard for so many of us. If you’re struggling, please know that you are loved & valued, and that it’s okay to not be okay.

It’s Sad Bastard Sunday! Dusti reads one by William Carlos Williams (seasonally relevant) and two more by French bisexual Arthur Rimbaud.

Dusti reads Zoe Chuang’s award-winning “An Elegy for Medusa,” followed by two more seasonal poems: “In drear nighted December” by John Keats, and “Salmon-Fishing” by Robinson Jeffers. You’ll hear Dusti get tongue-tied & twisted on the Keats piece. But we start with a check-in. If you’re struggling with depression, there’s help. You don’t have to endure this season alone.

Dusti reads Arthur R’s “First Evening,” which is solidly in the Sad Bastard category. But then they follow that with a surprisingly non-sad bastard poem by Khalil G, who wants you to know it’s okay to be naked. **This episode is also dedicated to The Funeral Director Scott Reznor (like last week’s) because though I put it in the description, I forgot to actually speak it into being. I’m more likely to be infamous than famous, Scott, but your support meams the world to me.