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Bonnie Jill Emanuel
@bonniejillemanuel.bsky.social
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poet | author of "glitter city" (2024) | midwest girl gone new york | find my recent poems & interviews in american poetry review, colorado review, pine hills review, rhino, & more ❤︎
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Bonnie Jill Emanuel @bonniejillemanuel.bsky.social · Nov 13
"By now, you know it was love / I walked toward"

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chenchenwrites.bsky.social Chen Chen @chenchenwrites.bsky.social · Jun 25
and you know what else!
How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky,
how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you,
even your eyes, even your imagination.

—Mary Oliver, from "One"
June 27, 2025 at 11:06 AM
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May 16, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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@aaroncaycedokimura.bsky.social has a beautiful poem in RHINO 2025.

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aaroncaycedokimura.bsky.social Aaron Caycedo-Kimura @aaroncaycedokimura.bsky.social · May 12
Many thanks to the amazing team at @rhinopoetry.bsky.social for including my poem “Coyotes Came Out of the Desert, 1945” in RHINO 2025! #poetry #poems #poets #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poetryreaders
RHINO 2025 poetry journal with origami rhinoceros on top.
May 15, 2025 at 8:46 PM
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Hot off the presses: RHINO 2025! 🦏

Featuring work by @jaiofearth.bsky.social, @aaroncaycedokimura.bsky.social, @jessicacuello.bsky.social, @sati-m.bsky.social—and more!

Get yours at: rhinopoetry.org/get-rhino
Copies of "Rhino 2025" displayed in a cardboard mailing box.
April 21, 2025 at 5:25 PM
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“night entered / our living room “

Love this dark 🖤 poem by @jessicacuello.bsky.social.
jessicacuello.bsky.social Jessica Cuello @jessicacuello.bsky.social · Apr 4
New poem in @postcardlit.bsky.social

I love this project! ✨💖🦋
A journal like no other.
text of poem "we got married in a fever"
April 5, 2025 at 4:19 PM
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@majalukic.bsky.social 🖤
majalukic.bsky.social Maja Lukić @majalukic.bsky.social · Mar 28
Ecstatic to have three poems in the new issue of New England Review 🖤
March 29, 2025 at 2:18 AM
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This is Sunday (3/16) if you're in Chicago.

HUNGRY BRAIN, 2319 W. Belmont Ave.

Doors open 6:30pm, readings @7.

Hosted by Kenyatta Rogers & Simone Muench, The Sunday Reading Series: Poetry·Prose·Cocktails

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March 13, 2025 at 11:53 AM
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depends on what process works for you, ultimately, but generally it's better, i think, to have desires (dreams, questions, fiery directions) for your poems than designs (set plans, firm goals)
March 7, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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on the blue. /
I wanted to save her—my mother /

I love this poem by @bonniejillemanuel.bsky.social in @pinehillsreview.bsky.social
February 20, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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The fine people at @pinehillsreview.bsky.social published my poem, "Blue Linoleum." Thanks to Dan Nester and his crew for everything they do. ♡
February 20, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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"the sun going down—this is how he died, the sun
going down."

Oh, so beautiful 🖤
majalukic.bsky.social Maja Lukić @majalukic.bsky.social · Feb 5
My poem “Sundown” in the gorgeous new issue of @southerninreview.bsky.social 🩵 All my gratitude to the editors. What a thrill to be included alongside these incredible writers.
February 6, 2025 at 9:59 PM
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Books, books, books!

A Year of Books by Pen America Members.

Cool to see GLITTER🪩CITY on this list.

@penamerica.bsky.social

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A Year of Books By PEN America Members 2024 - PEN America
This year, members of PEN America have published over 100 works, including translation, poetry, essays, and graphic novels.
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January 17, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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Happy to have two poems in the new issue of @shopoetryjournal.bsky.social (No. 6): one for my mom one for a favorite film 👼🪽Thrilled to share that “Your Mother Knew …” is the winner of the Sita Martin Prize for this issue. All my gratitude to the editors for their tireless work 🩵
January 14, 2025 at 2:04 PM
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@tahomareview.bsky.social opens for subs on Jan 15th & we now publish poems in translation!💖

My fellow editors interviewed me about this addition here: tahomaliteraryreview.com/news-announc...

Please share!

& get your subs ready! We pay and we offer fee-free subs for those in need.
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January 12, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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Christian Wiman’s fine poem in @newyorker.com.

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December 27, 2024 at 1:41 PM
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“Imagine loneliness is a drug curing you of loneliness! This is what I believe, on this late Friday morning before the dermatologist looks at me as if I were a carpet with stains.” —Catherine Barnett, “Studies in Loneliness, iii”
STUDIES IN LONELINESS, III I take issue with all the studies saying beware loneliness, avoid loneliness, it will speed your death. I say it will speed your death only if you believe it’s a toxin. Imagine loneliness is a drug curing you of loneliness! This is what I believe, on this late Friday morning before the dermatologist looks at me as if I were a carpet with stains. I have to lie down in my sparkly pink G-string while she examines me for moles. She tells me I have calluses from sitting so much; she reminds me of the studies that show women who get Botox receive more positive reinforcement. I tell her no thank you very much. She says Botox could lower my raised eyebrow. She says she doesn’t give Botox to people who need to feel empathy, which I do, deeply, in order not to feel lonely. At $500 a shot, Botox is an agent of loneliness. I thought about beginning an essay with Aristotle’s Rhetoric, and talking about the pathos, ethos, and logos of loneliness. Or with the id, ego, superego—yes, that would be a way to think about it. The id of loneliness—Inductive loneliness? Deductive? Studies in loneliness indicate that those high on the neuroticism scale are also high on the UCLA Loneliness Scale. I think the existential danger of loneliness awakens the imagination, fuels it. Who knows you best in the world? Who knows me best are these black notebooks, purchased in bulk, used up one by one. But you can’t trust what you find here. For example, sometimes I’m the Angel of Loneliness! Sometimes the Big Foot of Loneliness! Sometimes researcher, sometimes subject. The sense of falling forever is one sign of loneliness, often the earliest sign. “Vertigo,” I say at the edge of the Grand Canyon, “I love the vertigo, it’s calling to me.” Onto a plexiglass stand my son and I step into and above the void. My mother finds her car by pressing the unlock button on the gadget and listening. —Catherine Barnett
December 18, 2024 at 1:22 PM
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Thrilled to share the news that my poem, “During the war,” was chosen as a finalist for the Founder’s Prize by the editors at @rhinopoetry.bsky.social.

I wrote the poem in September. It is part of my 2nd book (in progress⚙️). I’m so happily in a generative phase, which is where I really love to be ❤︎
December 13, 2024 at 7:31 PM
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“… I made it be there”
December 12, 2024 at 2:15 AM
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Something a little different on Substack today. Join me for a read-through of @toddedillard.bsky.social's brilliant poem "Arts and Crafts with the Addict's Son." Two prompts also if you dare.

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Quick Turns
The Beauty of A Poem's Shifts featuring a poem by Todd Dillard and a prompt
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December 5, 2024 at 7:18 PM
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What it feels like writing this morning. From Robert Bly's book, Morning Poems: bookshop.org/a/862/978006...

#poetry #poets #robertbly #books #writing
December 1, 2024 at 4:36 PM
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as a writer, it's amazing how deep and intimate my relationship with language is—and yet how difficult i find it to say things to, uh, people, anywhere
November 30, 2024 at 1:39 PM
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Alfred Jensen, Clockwork in the Sky, 1959

https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1134867
Gift of Henry Luce III
November 4, 2024 at 7:22 AM
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“How small it was, how brief. Brief, brief, but inside me now, which the stars could never be”

Louise Glück
Picture of the poem “a work of fiction” by Louise Glück
November 18, 2024 at 5:44 AM
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“You think of it like this. Like some version of the past, / but lasting a very long time.”

Jenny George is unreal
August You know you will die, of course you do. But you picture it as a place you've been before, perhaps many years ago, as a child. Old floorboards worn smooth, punctuated by nails. The corner desk with all the small drawers. The others are here somewhere too. In the kitchen, or out on the porch. A meadow slopes down to the lake, with a path mowed through it. In the daytime, yellow butterflies blink over the grass. At night, the moon closer than you ve ever seen— And the bedsheets holding a faint odor of the lake. You think of it like this. Like some version of the past, but lasting a very long time. You imagine you're ready. You have your little shovel and pail.
November 17, 2024 at 5:52 PM
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Yet another day on which I need this poem. Luckily it hangs on my office wall for easy reference.
Photo of Joy Harjo's poem, This Morning I Pray for My Enemies: "And whom do I call my enemy? An enemy must be worthy of engagement. I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking. It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind. The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun. It sees and knows everything. It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing. The door to the mind should only open from the heart. An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend." https://poets.org/poem/morning-i-pray-my-enemies
November 14, 2024 at 5:39 PM