#TheThursdayLantern

2026-02-13

Turns out water won’t boil while you’re watching because the magic workers don’t perform under supervision.
A lighter Thursday Lantern—cozy fantasy, blue-collar magic, and everyday truths.
Read now at wrightspoetry.com

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2026-02-06

Inspiration isn’t always gentle. Sometimes it’s pressure, motion, and letting your own thoughts get loud enough to collide.
This week’s Thursday Lantern is live.
Read at wrightspoetry.com

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2026-01-29

Every day it’s some new atrocity.
And every day, another lie.

This week’s Lantern is about loud justifications, manufactured outrage, and refusing to mistake exhaustion for consent.

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2026-01-23

The world feels darker than it should be.
But darkness isn't victory.
Not yet.

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2026-01-08

Some days don’t announce themselves.
They just quietly keep things standing.

The Department of Lost Days

Read now at wrightspoetry.com

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2026-01-01

January arrives pretending something was wiped clean—but the truth is quieter, heavier, and more honest than that.

Read now at wrightspoetry.com

wrightspoetry.com/2026/01/01/t

2025-12-25

Christmas has always felt like an ache to me.
Not joy. Not sorrow. Something in between.
A quiet melancholy that settles once the noise fades.

Read the full piece at wrightspoetry.com

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2025-12-11

A Thursday Lantern Reflection on the quiet harm of comparison, and the fight to see ourselves without the distortions of someone else's highlight reel.

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2025-12-04

A poem about the moments we don't get back — and the ones we still can. Before the Moment Passes is live now at wrightspoetry.com

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2025-11-27

A light-hearted Thanksgiving poem for today’s chaos and comfort.
Read “A Prayer for the Feast” now at wrightspoetry.com.

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2025-11-20

Some weeks, the weight doesn't show on the outside. This poem is for the quiet fear under the ribs, the one you carry even when no one sees it.

Read "The Quiet Terror of Not Enough" at wrightspoetry.com
New light every Thursday.

wrightspoetry.com/2025/11/20/t

2025-11-07

A new Lantern is lit.
This one’s for the age of outrage — where clowns are kings, and bile is holy oil.

🔗 Read The Troll’s Liturgy at wrightspoetry.com

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2025-10-30

🕯️ The Thursday Lantern returns.
This week’s story drifts through the fields, where the corn grows tall enough to keep secrets—and the scarecrow always comes back. 🌾

Read now at wrightspoetry.com

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2025-10-17

🕯 The Thursday Lantern is lit.

Tonight’s light: “Lantern at the Door.”

A poem for those who wander, those who remember, and those who still believe there’s warmth in the dark.

Read the full piece on the blog — link in bio.

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