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Rose Knapp 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈
@roseknapp.bsky.social
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Experimental Poet • Sound Artist
Philosophy Φ • She/They
Trans & Nonbinary • Pan • Queer

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Rose Knapp 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 @roseknapp.bsky.social · Feb 3
My new poetry collection, Neo—Dadaist Psyche, is out now!

These poems are raw, dark, paranoid, radical, nonsensical, illogical, mythological, syncretic, eclectic, and first and foremost, Dadaist poems.

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the park maple fades
our children run, collect small
reminders of life -

the wind as crossing guard here,
small leaves scurrying up road

#haikufeels #fade #haiku #tanka #poem #poetry #leaves #autumn #parenting #photography
A leaf my neice (by bond, not blood) found at the park yesterday
November 23, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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autumn chill
well timed the first sip
of coffee
#vss365 #haiku #senryu
November 25, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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often the shadow seems more real than the body

“After A Death”, Tomas Tranströmer (tr. from Swedish by Robert Bly)
AFTER A DEATH Once there was a shock that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail. It keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy. It settles in cold drops on the telephone wires. One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by the cold. It is still beautiful to feel the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body. The samurai looks insignificant beside his armor of black dragon scales.
November 7, 2025 at 5:06 PM
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time feels slower now
as all the threads break down
and words unravel

#haikufeels
November 24, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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ctrlaltdltffs.bsky.social
"Watch me."

You're not supposed to
use your inhaler just so
you can smoke more weed

#poetry #haiku #senryu #weed
November 25, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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hurdaygurday.com
Culture enjoys no /
borders, meeting of compass /
points in heart and mind

#haiku #poem #border #heart
November 25, 2025 at 8:13 PM
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tinamatijev.bsky.social
Danube cruise
hookup gossips
stretch the ride

#haiku #schooltrip
November 22, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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mother-poet.bsky.social
duckweed on the pond
like nature's art installment
staggering beauty

#haikufeels #stagger #haiku #poem #poetry #photography #nature
Duckweed and leaves on a local pond
November 25, 2025 at 10:30 PM
roseknapp.bsky.social
"To be an artist you have to give up everything, including the desire to be a good artist."

- Jasper Johns
November 25, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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hanvanderhart.bsky.social
How long / can you continue without yearning?

—Burgi Zenhaeusern
#poetry #booksky
NEST IN QUILT My yearning for you long hatched and flown, the heart keeps a small hollow. How long can you continue without yearning? Grains of sand— shoes in the same wrong spot, your nodding off, my droning on, your explosive sneezes, my reloading the dishes— embedded in our soft flesh. Yet, how I love your laugh! Compass hidden in the silk and batting, herring bone and cross stitches tightly sewn to a haphazard star. The heart a threaded space I circle with mother-of-pearl. White Door Poems by Burgi Zenhaeusern Book of poems held up in front of fall chrysanthemum bouquet
November 25, 2025 at 1:58 AM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Allen Ginsberg
I learned a world from each m one whom I loved; so many worlds without a Zodiac.
November 25, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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today is my birthday, and I couldn’t imagine a better way to celebrate than having a new poem out in Burial Magazine! infinite gratitude to Z. H. Gill for giving this one a beautiful home :) 🙏
Eleven Beers by Tom Snarsky Whenever Sid would drink, he would drink Eleven beers. This created some logistical Problems, including a bad stomach and no Driver’s license, but one advantage was the One beer left over from the twelve-pack: Sid would save the flimsy paperboard from One of the twelve-packs, slowly filling it with Survivors, though their survival was only Temporary. Then when it was filled up All the way Sid would go out to the lake, Drink eleven beers, and instead of saving One like usual he would open the last beer And pour it into the water, where the little Bluegill would be visibly confused in the Shallows. One time, driving home from the Lake, Sid didn’t notice the blue heron in the Right lane, standing, but since he’d swerved So far over the midline anyway the bird, Instead of being killed, flew safely away.
November 24, 2025 at 4:11 PM
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kimdorman.bsky.social
The hand of day opens
Three clouds
And these few words

-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
November 24, 2025 at 5:15 AM
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vikkicwrites.bsky.social
"..its language teaching us to kiss through a war."

'Diaspora' from IN THE BLUEPRINT OF HER IRIS.

Poems by Vikki C. in dialogue with stunning artwork by Robert Frede Kenter @rfredekenter.bsky.social

Available from @icefloepress.bsky.social Link below 💙

(Alt text included)

#poetrycommunity
DIASPORA What day is it when we both wake in translucence? A garden gate to climb over—just to say goodbye, bees motioning of honey, or death by habit. Because 3,000 miles makes us closer than family— love is created this way, knowing how brief we’ll be. Hands slipping from each other’s sides—running off course. Like wet babies a mother tries to bathe safely— mothers who still don’t understand their cries decades later. An old song opens my chest and names it foreign, its language teaching us how to kiss through a war. I wear my best dress for strangers who die after we speak— depressed colours breaking at the hem of violence— for the guilt inherited by voyeurs and canvases left blank. I’m absent when the piano falls out of tune because God can’t save us all. An instrument’s lungs eventually flood while it plays on—even when music is forbidden —even when every child is too far to hear the singing. Without asking—the water shows us our wounded constellations.
November 25, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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racheldeering.bsky.social
Book of Hours
Netherlands, Haarlem, 1445-1460
MS M.1031 fol. 52v.
Red squirrel wearing a collar sat on a book, surrounded by foliage and pine cones? Marginalia.
November 25, 2025 at 7:20 AM
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samrasnake.bsky.social
“Mankind needs more empathy.”
Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Still: Blade Runner / Ridley Scott, dir., 1982
“Mankind needs more empathy.” Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Still: Blade Runner / Ridley Scott, dir., 1982
November 25, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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November 23, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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Line Drawing/Grid/Text(ile), Layered Print on Fabriano Paper
November 24, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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Line Drawing/Grid/Text(ile). Sketch, Layered Print on Fabriano Paper
November 23, 2025 at 11:36 AM
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Synthetic Comix Interruptions and Copies
October 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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November 25, 2025 at 8:00 AM
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Hello!
November 24, 2025 at 5:37 PM
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Go Figure by Rae Armantrout @weslpress.bsky.social

#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 5:25 PM
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Unruly Tree by Leslie Ullman @unmpress.bsky.social

#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 5:19 PM
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Our Air by Nora Treatbaby @nightboatbooks

#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 5:09 PM