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Tom Snarsky
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He collected things, each of a holy intention in isolation, but pagan in the variety of his choice. —William Gaddis 📚 @anothernewcalligraphy.com, @ornithopterpress.bsky.social, @animalheartpress.bsky.social, @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · Jul 17
today is the release day for A Letter From The Mountain & Other Poems (@animalheartpress.bsky.social)!! here is a poem from the book I’m particularly fond of—many, many thanks to all the folks who have preordered a copy already, it means the world to me & I’m so grateful for your kind support :’)
Sonnet In the dark room a reliable ocean sounds mix on YouTube replaces day and night with barely -perceptible differences in volume between high and low tide. No birds ever seem to get near the mic, which is like a miracle if the kind of miracle you’re into doesn't have birds in it. In the reliable ocean sounds mix on You Tube’s comments section, there's one guy with no likes or replies saying “Thank you, this video helps my son fall asleep, nothing else has worked as well as this video.”
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Scary Work Surveillance @sarahbc.bsky.social · 8h
A little Thomas Cobden-Sanderson adjacent poem nobody needed, for #smallpoemsunday! 🌊 📚 🕊
Arts & crafts Gulls and pigeons peck at slugs Of lead. Water floods the channel Twice each day: Metal into a matrix Casting river shapes. Some humans have Cast type into the river. What might one hope to catch With all those letters? Heavily They fly down from the bridge. Along the shingle, Someone comes gleaning.
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Elena “Eraserhead baby” Zhang @ezhang77.bsky.social · 8h
One of mine in @talking-time.bsky.social

#smallpoemsunday
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A Haunting I miss you (but not this part of you (you know the part (the body (I miss things in the dark (there is a monster in my phone (because I saved things (years later I realized you lied (but I'm not scared (are you?)))))))))
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 9h
happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜

feel free to participate by posting small poems you wrote, +/or small poems you love by somebody else :)

here’s one by Emma Winsor Wood, from Preferred Internal Landscape (@ornithopterpress.bsky.social)
Judgment Call In the book I'm reading, a woman wakes up every morning and asks herself: What will I do to make myself happy today? I decide to stop reading the book.
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Adrian Dallas Frandle @adrianf.bsky.social · 10h
micro poem from within a manuscript of longer poems:

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A screenshot of text: This, then.
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Elena “Eraserhead baby” Zhang @ezhang77.bsky.social · 11h
Jon Boisvert

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TRANSPLANT Father receives another transplant today. This time, it's a beehive. It feels good to drink the rain, he says, & better to eat the Aowers. He's been in the meadow for hours now, getting so big & brave.
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Christina Daub @christinadaub.bsky.social · 11h
Again I’m Asked if I Glow in the Dark
#smallpoemsunday
#poetry
by Kathleen Flenniken
from her collection Plume
University of Washington Press

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Poem by Kathleen Flenniken: Again I’m asked if I glow in the dark.
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Pumpkintrash 🎃 @malkintrash.bsky.social · 12h
Obscure Distances, by Adonis, trans. Khaled Mattawa.

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OBSCURE DISTANCES Whenever my hands gather her things and bend like wheat stalks, like a horizon unharvested, a light passes through me silken-stepped, its path studded with thorns, and silence begins to call out my name. My house and I in midmorning light, a flower grown old and a dead swallow's beak.
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Özge Lena @lenaozge.bsky.social · 16h
Here is my award-nominated poem "Sin Goat" for #smallpoemsunday & @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 20h
Mark Irwin
ANIMAL WORDS FOUND IN A WIND My god is a green light filled with no sound. We arrive and arrive toward you while running away. What do we know? The far is our joy, fear what draws closer. Death is not ours but your reflection polishing its knives. People make noise. They push, pound against the darkness. They say yes, maybe, when. We hear hunger, sleep, spring. Seeds are our eyes. The stars pins in our teeth. We are hungry always for light. The moon wears our blood. We eat, fuck, sleep, and it is good.
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 1d
Graham Foust
World without anything, dark without stars—and then the poem, some imagined glass, half full of its own shards.
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 1d
Robert Browning
VII How say you? Let us, O my dove, Let us be unashamed of soul, As earth lies bare to heaven above. How is it under our control To love or not to love?
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 1d
All summer you have been dreaming of Fall and its brittle confection of branches.

—Hannah Sullivan
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 1d
Bruce Andrews
22 there they are. ghosts. resemblance. do it, and again do it. someone does it.
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 2d
Laynie Browne
Nine-Fourteenths Sonnet (Forgive me This is the only place I may speak to you freely As conversation is not what I intend in talk)
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 2d
Michael Lally
love love love — don’t say it — don’t say anything they can repeat and exploit
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 3d
excellent
A squirrel in the grass, standing up on two legs
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 3d
the poet as garbage truck in the forest
A garbage truck on a forested road, surrounded by trees and greenery, brake lights on
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 3d
Kai Nieminen, tr. Anselm Hollo
(CODA) it takes one’s breath away to notice that the whole world and you yourself with it is so wrong, all the time, in its self-importance or is it just that the thermometer stays way down half the year or that the stock market keeps going up? (UNTITLED) reading too much is not good for your eyes they begin to see more precisely especially in the darkness into which this world has coagulated
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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 4d
Night #mood
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 4d
A spider, in midair, against the sky, one leg reaching up
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sof (sophronie) @sofijav.bsky.social · 4d
Oh my…
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 4d
Carl Phillips @cphillipspoet.bsky.social
I forget what I wanted to mean to you. I forget what I meant to give to you, that I haven’t.
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 4d
A spider, in midair, against the sky, one leg reaching up
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Nikki Wallschlaeger @nikkimwalls.bsky.social · 4d
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 4d
Carl Phillips @cphillipspoet.bsky.social
I forget what I wanted to mean to you. I forget what I meant to give to you, that I haven’t.
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maeveys feel like weapons @maeveynot.bsky.social · 4d
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 4d
Carl Phillips @cphillipspoet.bsky.social
I forget what I wanted to mean to you. I forget what I meant to give to you, that I haven’t.
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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 4d
What do I do with this knot on my throat after reading this poem by Carl Phillips
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 4d
Carl Phillips @cphillipspoet.bsky.social
I forget what I wanted to mean to you. I forget what I meant to give to you, that I haven’t.
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 4d
Carl Phillips @cphillipspoet.bsky.social
I forget what I wanted to mean to you. I forget what I meant to give to you, that I haven’t.
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