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Stefanie Kirby
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Writer. Mom. Xeric gardener. OPENING (Glass Poetry, 2025). REMAINDER (Bull City Press, 2025). FRUITFUL (Driftwood Press, 2024). Poems in Best of the Net, West Branch, phoebe, Cincinnati Review, etc. More poems at https://linktr.ee/stefaniekirbypoetry
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Stefanie Kirby @msstefaniekirby.bsky.social · Jun 24
It's here!! 🎉
bullcitypress.com Bull City Press @bullcitypress.com · Jun 24
🎉 #HappyPubDay to Stefanie Kirby with REMAINDER (Inch #64) available now --> buff.ly/WHXyMdi
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Honored that SHE'S UNDER HERE is on @npr.org's list of 2025 "Books We Love."
NPR listing for SHE'S UNDER HERE of 2025 "Books We Love." Keywords: biography & memoir, book club ideas, family matters, nonfiction, rather short, seriously great writing In 1974, Karen Palmer, then 17, fell in love with Gil, a 36-year-old in the midst of a divorce; she writes that he seemed like the answer to “How do I escape my unhappy home?” Yet over 14 years of marriage, Gil tormented Palmer with his alcohol and drug binges, illegal schemes, and violence, jealousy and control that only escalated when she filed for divorce. In a bid for safety, Palmer remarried and fled with her daughters to Colorado, where they all assumed new identities. Told with cinematic, heart-thumping detail, She’s Under Here offers haunting meditations on how fear lingers long after we reach safe shores and on what disappearing cost Palmer’s family. — Kristen Martin, book critic and author of The Sun Won't Come Out Tomorrow: The Dark History of American Orphanhood
November 24, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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Mark Yakich from The Making Of Collateral Beauty

#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
prose Sonnet The shirt in the poem was real, the house was not, and the last line was stolen from a philosopher who was in love with a 13-year-old boy. The attic window from which the reader views all of this alleged failing in love was pentagonal, red and yellow stained glass. Over the years, many neighborhood kids have tried to knock out the window with rocks and baseballs, but it can only be smashed from the inside out.
November 23, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜

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

here’s one by Jesse Murray~
Bread I was doing my best, then the day ganged up on me
November 23, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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Ross Gay

catalog of unabashed gratitude

#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
ode to the flute A man sings by opening his mouth a man sings by opening his lungs by turning himself into air a flute can be made of a man nothing is explained a flute lays on its side and prays a wind might enter it and make of it at least a small final song
November 23, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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And every night
a possible key
to something beyond
November 23, 2025 at 5:06 AM
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Beyond grateful to have a half dozen new poems (from the forthcoming CLOUDWATCHER) appear in the brand new issue of @ampoetryreview.bsky.social! Here's one of them...
November 20, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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🚨 I have a new chapbook out in the world! 🚨

The Man is a sequence of 24 micro poems, all beginning with ‘The Man’. I also provided the doodles for the cover. I have 50 copies & they’re all pay-what-you-want (+ $4 for shipping) so DM me if you want a copy! 📚❤️
November 20, 2025 at 12:38 PM
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Two new poems published today in Midway Journal! #poetry #writing #poets #poems
October 17, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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We were captured by this dizzy flash piece by @willmusgrove.bsky.social

Take a spin here: asteralesjournal.com/1-4-musgrove...
November 19, 2025 at 10:27 PM
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I do want this night to end.

Bill Knott
WIDOW / WIDOWER'S WINTER Outside, the snow is falling into its past... I do want this night to end. In the fireplace, a section of ash caves in. The fall day you were buried, birds went over, south, thick enough to carry someone. They took my gapes of breath. -Their fuel? We are together in some birds, who fail. I didn't want to look down, to glimpse your grave, its heroic little mound like the peck of dirt we hope to eat in our life.
November 19, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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Thanks to Crannog Magazine for publishing this poem 😀
Christa fairbrother holding up the latest issue of Crannog Magazine. She's wearing a tan sleeveless collared sweater in front of an oak tree with a philodendron climbing it. The poem A Bearcat is Not a Bear or a Cat but a Threatened Species
October 24, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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Proof copy is here, and she’s lovely, so let this be a little reminder that MORE FLOWERS is out with @triohousepress.org in less than 3 months! You can pre-order at the link in the replies or wherever books are sold!

Here’s to more poetry and more flowers!
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The poetry collection, More Flowers, resting against a vase of red carnations. ♥️🌸💐
November 16, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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color on Tuesday

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November 18, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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Chessy Normile 💙
VULNERABLE MAN At night, when we're not looking, small blue flowers close their mouths in the grass.
November 18, 2025 at 3:47 AM
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andrea gibson #smallpoemsunday
WHAT CAN'T BE TAKEN Trauma was not being able to get the hands of the clock off me. Healing was learning no one has ever laid a fingerprint on the part of me that's infinite.
November 16, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜

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

here’s one by the brilliant @bartonsmock.bsky.social~
MORAL NARCISSISM fossil, cloud... it’s okay to like your little life. I have proof.
November 16, 2025 at 2:35 PM
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Eve Luckring 💙

from SIGNAL TO NOISE (Ornithopter Press)

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SCATTERED : in my mother's ashes : some sort of daughter : with an unreliable sense of direction
November 16, 2025 at 12:56 AM
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My debut collection WHITE DOOR is out!!! 💃✨💃
Thank you Carbonation Press & @gregbem.bsky.social!
Link to order and more info in 🧵
DM for signed copies/to review 🙏💙
Watch this space for events/news 😊
three copies of white door on patterned upholstery fabric. cover image shows detail of Alternative Reality by Alan Sirulnikoff, photographer: logs floating on dark water and a white door among them. front and backside of bookmark on same surface. Front shows detail of book cover, centering the door among logs. title isn't shown. Backside has a poem from the book printed on it plus attributions: Horizons Traditions I keep take hold in this soil slowly— home grows fainter still until distant slopes briefly make me forget where I am, re-etch longing. yours truly (white woman, shoulder-length dark-blondish hair, glasses, dark green sweater, scarf with green and gray leafmotif) smiling into camera holding the book in front of her, white bookshelves along white walls in the background.
November 15, 2025 at 8:44 PM
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susanlleary.bsky.social
Chelsea Dingman ♥️

“There is such violence / in the sunset.”

@chelsdingman.bsky.social
Sunset Do you forget the roar of tiny lungs unsettling your sleep? How I was once, a sparrow lost in the yard? Or was it safer for you to let him open new seams, your scars still so raw? I used to wake and run all of the faucets, as if we lived inside the falls. The house, lit like a constellation. Was I ever yours after that? There is such violence in the sunset. You wanted me to beg, but I held my breath as I wanted to be held. I should have said I wanted sky to claim the stars. That I understood to be a good girl I had to lie low like the aging hardwood floor. But, when I return, it's to stand in the soft light on the sun-porch. To admit the sunsets are drawn by my hand.
November 15, 2025 at 4:16 AM
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Peggy Hinaekian, Birds On A Wire, c. 2000s
November 15, 2025 at 1:32 AM
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⚡️HAD call for a cause ⚡️
havehashad.com HAD @havehashad.com · 11d
Happy HAD Friday! 2 submission windows today for those who make some kind of donation to a cause! Link will work from 10-11am and 7-8pm Eastern. Where are you donating? havehashad.submittable.com/submit/34166...
Submission call to benefit... causes. You pick the cause. We don't need your money, but lots of other people do. Make a donation to a cause that really needs it. Reply to our post with links to give others ideas. Include a screenshot/picture of your donation (from today, of any amount) with your submission. I'm gonna open two windows today (Friday, November 14th): from 10-11am Eastern, and 7-8pm Eastern; no limit, no scramble, no lost sleep (hopefully!) If you don't have spare cash at the moment, HAD still appreciates you. Screenshot an impassioned letter about something you care about to your city counselor, school board, governor or whatever. Writing-wise: no theme, no restrictions. Short is nice, we like publishing short. Also, we'll select at random one submitter to win a merch article of their choosing, (including the sold-out HADt!) <3 crowjonah
November 14, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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Emmanuel Hocquard, tr. Norma Cole
REMEMBER the ruins the dry grass the sun at three o’clock fatigue & the house of the tragic poet
November 13, 2025 at 7:53 PM
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Claudia Rankine.
November 14, 2025 at 4:08 AM
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This poem “In the History of the Glass Hospital Universe” might be my favorite of the year. From Izzy Casey in the recent issue Bennington Review.
Izzy Casey — Bennington Review
www.benningtonreview.org
November 12, 2025 at 12:12 AM
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havehashad.com
our series of tinies, from Tom Snarsky's #smallpoemsunday call are getting close to wrapping up... but not before this wonderful beauty from Diana Cao!

https://www.havehashad.com/9zyon
November 12, 2025 Insomnia Diana Cao Refuse the day. In the night, a jewel balloon will hang doubled in the snow, an echo like anger curled in the mind, like a peeled thing without eyes, troubled, finite, and proud. Like the living. Now light rushes in from the window, flooding the day before you.
November 12, 2025 at 5:24 PM