Archive - pickled petrichor

To the woman whose bedroom I can see from my kitchen

I spent much of today curled in a ball on my bed the Manhattan skyline shrouded by smoky fire air.

Nov 9, 2024 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

October 2024

evolution of an idea

nyc, roof, october

Oct 20, 2024 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

I love the space beyond a beautiful beach sunset when spectators have left because they think the show is over when it is just me and the after gold sky…

Oct 12, 2024 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

September 2024

Sep 14, 2024 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

August 2024

November 2023

How lucky you are

Feelings on the other side of Seuss

Nov 14, 2023 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

May 2023

Why do i write poetry

May 6, 2023 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

April 2023

I think of her in the spring

Apr 25, 2023 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

February 2022

What fraud feels like

Feb 18, 2022 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

June 2021

An ode to the underwear I bought during covid

In my soft, colorful underwear, I am not sure I have reached unconditional self-love, but I have loosened my grip on self-loathing.

Jun 9, 2021 •

Olivia Swanson Haas

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