Anthony Etherin
@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
Poetry and music born from rules and rebellion.
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KNIT INK, my exploration of the possibilities and limits of formal poetry and literary constraint, is available now from @deepvellum.bsky.social! Get yours here: store.deepvellum.org/products/kni...
END OF THE WORLD (Anagrammed Lines)
The world was ending:
Dawn light worsened.
Nights wandered low.
The long wind was red
with drowned angels....
The world was ending:
Dawn light worsened.
Nights wandered low.
The long wind was red
with drowned angels....
November 26, 2025 at 8:35 AM
END OF THE WORLD (Anagrammed Lines)
The world was ending:
Dawn light worsened.
Nights wandered low.
The long wind was red
with drowned angels....
The world was ending:
Dawn light worsened.
Nights wandered low.
The long wind was red
with drowned angels....
Reposted by Anthony Etherin
November 25, 2025 at 10:18 AM
Reposted by Anthony Etherin
poetic anagram = a romantic page
November 25, 2025 at 12:12 PM
poetic anagram = a romantic page
November 25, 2025 at 10:18 AM
Reposted by Anthony Etherin
Five years ago today, I completed "The Utu Sonnets", my most highly constrained work of poetry.
The full sequence of sonnets is included in my omnibus edition KNIT INK:
The full sequence of sonnets is included in my omnibus edition KNIT INK:
KNIT INK, my exploration of the possibilities and limits of formal poetry and literary constraint, is available now from @deepvellum.bsky.social! Get yours here: store.deepvellum.org/products/kni...
November 24, 2025 at 10:17 AM
Five years ago today, I completed "The Utu Sonnets", my most highly constrained work of poetry.
The full sequence of sonnets is included in my omnibus edition KNIT INK:
The full sequence of sonnets is included in my omnibus edition KNIT INK:
Five years ago today, I completed "The Utu Sonnets", my most highly constrained work of poetry.
The full sequence of sonnets is included in my omnibus edition KNIT INK:
The full sequence of sonnets is included in my omnibus edition KNIT INK:
KNIT INK, my exploration of the possibilities and limits of formal poetry and literary constraint, is available now from @deepvellum.bsky.social! Get yours here: store.deepvellum.org/products/kni...
November 24, 2025 at 10:17 AM
Five years ago today, I completed "The Utu Sonnets", my most highly constrained work of poetry.
The full sequence of sonnets is included in my omnibus edition KNIT INK:
The full sequence of sonnets is included in my omnibus edition KNIT INK:
Reposted by Anthony Etherin
JULY (Ottava Rima)
November 23, 2025 at 12:16 PM
JULY (Ottava Rima)
JULY (Ottava Rima)
November 23, 2025 at 12:16 PM
JULY (Ottava Rima)
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SUNSET (Alternating Bivocalism*)
Low sun,
our shroud
of dusk
occults you.
Clouds of rust grow bulbous.
Proud young crows
surround your glow.
(*two vowels, alternating: o, u, o, u, o, u…)
Low sun,
our shroud
of dusk
occults you.
Clouds of rust grow bulbous.
Proud young crows
surround your glow.
(*two vowels, alternating: o, u, o, u, o, u…)
November 21, 2025 at 10:10 AM
SUNSET (Alternating Bivocalism*)
Low sun,
our shroud
of dusk
occults you.
Clouds of rust grow bulbous.
Proud young crows
surround your glow.
(*two vowels, alternating: o, u, o, u, o, u…)
Low sun,
our shroud
of dusk
occults you.
Clouds of rust grow bulbous.
Proud young crows
surround your glow.
(*two vowels, alternating: o, u, o, u, o, u…)
SUNSET (Alternating Bivocalism*)
Low sun,
our shroud
of dusk
occults you.
Clouds of rust grow bulbous.
Proud young crows
surround your glow.
(*two vowels, alternating: o, u, o, u, o, u…)
Low sun,
our shroud
of dusk
occults you.
Clouds of rust grow bulbous.
Proud young crows
surround your glow.
(*two vowels, alternating: o, u, o, u, o, u…)
November 21, 2025 at 10:10 AM
SUNSET (Alternating Bivocalism*)
Low sun,
our shroud
of dusk
occults you.
Clouds of rust grow bulbous.
Proud young crows
surround your glow.
(*two vowels, alternating: o, u, o, u, o, u…)
Low sun,
our shroud
of dusk
occults you.
Clouds of rust grow bulbous.
Proud young crows
surround your glow.
(*two vowels, alternating: o, u, o, u, o, u…)
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Just arrived, from Penteract Press:
@marianchristie.bsky.social, _Sky, Earth, Other_
@anthonyetherin.bsky.social, _The Robots of Babylon_
We just happened to be discussing poetry by constraints on the way home. Ms17, “These are such me books! How did you find them?!”
@marianchristie.bsky.social, _Sky, Earth, Other_
@anthonyetherin.bsky.social, _The Robots of Babylon_
We just happened to be discussing poetry by constraints on the way home. Ms17, “These are such me books! How did you find them?!”
November 21, 2025 at 4:20 AM
Just arrived, from Penteract Press:
@marianchristie.bsky.social, _Sky, Earth, Other_
@anthonyetherin.bsky.social, _The Robots of Babylon_
We just happened to be discussing poetry by constraints on the way home. Ms17, “These are such me books! How did you find them?!”
@marianchristie.bsky.social, _Sky, Earth, Other_
@anthonyetherin.bsky.social, _The Robots of Babylon_
We just happened to be discussing poetry by constraints on the way home. Ms17, “These are such me books! How did you find them?!”
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THE FAILED CARTOGRAPHER (Palindrome)
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named....
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named....
November 20, 2025 at 9:23 AM
THE FAILED CARTOGRAPHER (Palindrome)
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named....
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named....
THE FAILED CARTOGRAPHER (Palindrome)
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named....
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named....
November 20, 2025 at 9:23 AM
THE FAILED CARTOGRAPHER (Palindrome)
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named....
Demand a hill, at solid nadir….
Damn it!
One morn,
I saw I was in Rome,
not in Madrid,
and I lost all I had named....
Reposted by Anthony Etherin
THE LEAVES (Triolet)
November 19, 2025 at 9:21 AM
THE LEAVES (Triolet)
THE LEAVES (Triolet)
November 19, 2025 at 9:21 AM
THE LEAVES (Triolet)
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November 18, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Reposted by Anthony Etherin
Boudica led a doomed uprising against Rome. Her people were slaughtered. She chose poison over capture. Some stories deserve a sonnet.
An epic in 14 lines:
An epic in 14 lines:
November 18, 2025 at 9:46 AM
Boudica led a doomed uprising against Rome. Her people were slaughtered. She chose poison over capture. Some stories deserve a sonnet.
An epic in 14 lines:
An epic in 14 lines:
November 18, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Boudica led a doomed uprising against Rome. Her people were slaughtered. She chose poison over capture. Some stories deserve a sonnet.
An epic in 14 lines:
An epic in 14 lines:
November 18, 2025 at 9:46 AM
Boudica led a doomed uprising against Rome. Her people were slaughtered. She chose poison over capture. Some stories deserve a sonnet.
An epic in 14 lines:
An epic in 14 lines:
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BOUDICA (Sonnet)
November 17, 2025 at 8:53 AM
BOUDICA (Sonnet)
BOUDICA (Sonnet)
November 17, 2025 at 8:53 AM
BOUDICA (Sonnet)
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20 LETTERS
In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style.
In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style.
November 16, 2025 at 7:26 AM
20 LETTERS
In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style.
In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style.
20 LETTERS
In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style.
In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style.
November 16, 2025 at 7:26 AM
20 LETTERS
In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style.
In these twenty letters,
we try ten lines. The test
set, we tether sly intent.
We net the stint tersely.
We intently test ethers.
We try the silent tenets—
try the new, tense titles.
Written, the steely nest
settles twenty therein.
We enter its tenth style.
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ATLANTIS WISHED (Anagram-Sonnet)
Within sad slate,
wind halts a site.
The island waits,
sans tidal white.
Awe hits its land—
At dawn, this isle
tilts wise a hand.
It stands awhile.
In wash, last tide,
the sand it wails.
Wan salt, it hides
its wit and shale.
Its death in laws,
it lies and thaws.
Within sad slate,
wind halts a site.
The island waits,
sans tidal white.
Awe hits its land—
At dawn, this isle
tilts wise a hand.
It stands awhile.
In wash, last tide,
the sand it wails.
Wan salt, it hides
its wit and shale.
Its death in laws,
it lies and thaws.
November 14, 2025 at 8:34 AM
ATLANTIS WISHED (Anagram-Sonnet)
Within sad slate,
wind halts a site.
The island waits,
sans tidal white.
Awe hits its land—
At dawn, this isle
tilts wise a hand.
It stands awhile.
In wash, last tide,
the sand it wails.
Wan salt, it hides
its wit and shale.
Its death in laws,
it lies and thaws.
Within sad slate,
wind halts a site.
The island waits,
sans tidal white.
Awe hits its land—
At dawn, this isle
tilts wise a hand.
It stands awhile.
In wash, last tide,
the sand it wails.
Wan salt, it hides
its wit and shale.
Its death in laws,
it lies and thaws.