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Sean Eaton (Poet)
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Official Bluesky of Sean Eaton, poet from New England, USA.
https://www.writerscafe.org/sea2sea
https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/sea2sea
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nomdelamer.bsky.social
#Venezuela
December 19, 2025 at 8:43 PM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
Was reminded by happenstance of these amazing poems by Camonghne Felix in The Adroit Issue #50 (August 2024) theadroitjournal.org/issue-fifty/...
#poetry #poetrysky
Issue Fifty: Camonghne Felix
Visit the post for more.
theadroitjournal.org
December 18, 2025 at 7:11 PM
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wolftwinthomas.bsky.social
the crow
that knows my name
changes it
#haiku #poetry
December 16, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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wolftwinthomas.bsky.social
harvest over-
the field closes
its hand
#haiku #poetry
December 13, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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wolftwinthomas.bsky.social
bare tree-
still good at
holding sky
#haiku #poetry
December 17, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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wolftwinthomas.bsky.social
after that-
I remember
where I learned darkness
#haiku #poetry
December 15, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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davidatkinsonpoet.bsky.social
Confession - I googled to see if the claims of the poem were true (I won't spoil it for you)

This, from Helen Mort's Division Street, is a moment of light balancing out the darker poems in the collection

She has a post on her substack about how the poem was written

#poetry
#poemoftheday
#spider
December 17, 2025 at 8:54 PM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
Really liked this poem by Darren C. Demaree published in Hawai'i Pacific Review: hawaiipacificreview.org/2025/12/08/a...
#poetry #poetrysky
A Ban, A Death #16
by Darren C. Demaree I heard you call this a history of aesthetics  & you are wrong.
hawaiipacificreview.org
December 17, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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koelh.bsky.social
#bemused—
not sure where to begin,
i split—
split,
a thousand times split—
how i l o s e breath
to let go,
to arc against wind,
to trust the sky—

to break the heart, and it’s always
the heart,
the fluttering slip of life
that wrecks me.

#emoetry #poetry
December 9, 2025 at 7:51 PM
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yongjudancinglight.bsky.social
a spare room
in the soul
no ripple

#art #abstract #painting #humanart #halcyon #poetry
December 8, 2025 at 6:42 PM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
My poem "All This in Upstate New York" has been published by Jet Fuel Review! A poem about my mother's childhood and first marriage. #poetry #writing #poetrysky #poetrycommunity
Title: "All This in Upstate New York", a poem by Sean Eaton ​ My mother's parents had strange taste in middle names. Their eldest son, John, got Rand, after the Poor-loathing author (that was the father's choice, before he walked out on them), while their second son, Ian, got Herrick, after who-knows-what (the mother's choice, high on drugs). Neither could think of what to put with Gillian, so my mother never got one. Pretty and dark- haired, fatherless and welfare-raised, with a steady stream of social workers checking in each month, my mother was just Gillian Black growing up, no more. And on marrying, after studying at Johns Hopkins on scholarship, her maiden name became her middle name, the Black sliding easily into that empty, welcoming slot which she'd learnt to be grateful for. But if she'd had a middle name, then which name, I wonder, would have been forgotten, shoved aside with the rest of her past by the thick ivory satin of her wedding gown? She was marrying up, after all, if only incrementally. Her husband’s dark green Army uniform so impressive as he handed her his ring.
December 10, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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freshoutmag.bsky.social
#monoku by Laurence Stacey. Laurence teaches English & literature courses at Kennesaw State University. In addition to studying #poetics, he is a longtime martial artist & is interested in connections between the disciplines he enjoys. #haiku #micropoetry #poetrylovers #poetry #hawk #winter
February 15, 2025 at 1:00 PM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
Calling for a return of public hangings. I don't even know what to say to that.
December 10, 2025 at 10:35 AM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
Four poems of mine have been accepted for publication by @eunoiareview.bsky.social ! They'll be published in late January '26. #poetry
December 9, 2025 at 8:33 AM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
I really love writing highly allusive poems, with references that reward the knowledgable, since a poem can only get so long before the hatchet is called for. But there's always the question it begs, "Will my poem stand on its own for those not in the know?" Well, I try, anyway. #poetry
December 8, 2025 at 1:22 PM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
As I don't have the money or know-how for self-hosting on Wordpress, I'm currently using www.writerscafe.org/sea2sea as my personal website. The website kinda sucks, there's no traction and a lot of spam-messagers, but hey, it's free, and you get what you pay for. #poetry #writing #poetrysky
WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community
Share your poetry, short stories and novels. Join writing groups. Enter writing contests. Search publishers, literary agents and literary magazines.
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December 8, 2025 at 1:27 AM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
Maria Corina Machado is one of the most evil people in existence I'm aware of right now. The maniacal grinning and sheer glee as she sells out her countrymen to Trump for a chance at power really amazes and disgusts me.
December 2, 2025 at 9:39 PM
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komaniecki.bsky.social
The last half of this paragraph reads like something one of the characters on 30 Rock would write while trying their hand at the next Great American Novel
themountaingoats.bsky.social the Mountain Goats @themountaingoats.bsky.social · Nov 17
when the full Olivia Nuzzi book streets Bluesky is going to collectively experience something akin to the ecstasies of the Bacchae
Like all men but more so, he was a hunter. In a literal sense, he used not a bullet but a bird. It was not about a chase but about a puzzle of logic and skill that amounted to a test of his self-mastery. He was the mouse and the architect of his maze. The giver of his own pleasure and torment. He desired. He desired desiring. He desired being desired. He desired desire itself. I understood this just as I came to understand the range of his kinks and complexes and how they fit within what I thought I understood of his soul.
November 17, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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dianacao.bsky.social
new poem—thank you @yalereview.bsky.social
Sometimes you have to be still and suffer, my teacher says about writing, but I have an active suffering that calls me to run after it. Keep up, says the feed of bad news. It's dangerous to see others as an abstraction. I don't need to hate anyone as an abstraction because I have my mother—I hate my mother. She who keeps stealing the car keys is very real. I see her; I know Terror. What does it mean that I know just where to find a sugar baby but not a nice companion for my Terror? What does it say about me that I'd rather be a sugar baby than a nice companion for my mother? I don't actually know if that's true. But when I'm in a car chasing my mother down I-95, wind slicing through the papers in the backseat, I'm not thinking about writing, or about suffering, even if that's what this is.
February 2, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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sjane.bsky.social
"...Imagine wanting
only what matters over time."

a poem by @dianacao.bsky.social in Waxwing.
Patina by Diana Cao "....Imagine wanting only what matters over time."
November 27, 2025 at 7:37 AM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
"Blast Music", by Sean Eaton, published in Packingtown Review #poetry #Gaza #bombs #poetrycommunity
www.packingtownreview.com/issues/24/ea...
"Blast Music" by Sean Eaton | Packingtown Review - A journal of literature and the arts
Poetry:
www.packingtownreview.com
November 26, 2025 at 12:30 AM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
The introductory poems to the first and second halves of Susan Stewart's 1995 book "The Forest" #poetry #poetrysky
Untitled poem number one, by Susan Stewart, from her book "The Forest" "What haunts are not the dead but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others." So says the book ofthe phantom where I read the fable ofthe mother's arms, the look behind a fret of limbs, how dread and hope are wound. The voice fell back and back and down, back to its source beneath the ground. Tell me, lonely singer, then why the phantom fades again there on the threshold of our seeing. Untitled poem number two, by Susan Stewart, from her book "The Forest" We needed fire to make the tongs and tongs to hold us from the flame; we needed ash to clean the cloth and cloth to clean the ash's stain; we needed stars to find our way, to make the light that blurred the stars; we needed death to mark an end, an end that time in time could mend. Born in love, the consequence— born of love, the need. Tell me, ravaged singer, how the cinder bears the seed.
November 18, 2025 at 9:15 PM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
Buffy Sainte-Marie - Moratorium #music #tunes #1960s #protestsongs www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg3b...
Buffy Sainte Marie - "Moratorium"
YouTube video by NativeAmerican4Life
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November 17, 2025 at 10:25 PM
nomdelamer.bsky.social
It's nauseating watching the most powerful women in the country smugly play the sex card endlessly rather than even once accept accountability. Kamala lost because because she ran a conservative campaign on a liberal ticket. Trump won because he ran a conservative campaign on a conservative ticket.
November 17, 2025 at 7:44 PM
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Heartburn Hotel
November 15, 2025 at 4:44 PM