SarahJSloat
@sjane.bsky.social
Reluctant non-smoker
Author of Hotel Almighty
Author of Hotel Almighty
found wanting vs found longing
November 24, 2025 at 1:09 PM
found wanting vs found longing
Reposted by SarahJSloat
For Women Wednesday
Today's poem is by
~Suzanne Frischkorn
Dear America
—It's time to teach my daughter how to shoot an arrow
How to use a knife
How to hit the center of a target
It's bloody work, but she should know
Today's poem is by
~Suzanne Frischkorn
Dear America
—It's time to teach my daughter how to shoot an arrow
How to use a knife
How to hit the center of a target
It's bloody work, but she should know
November 5, 2025 at 12:28 PM
For Women Wednesday
Today's poem is by
~Suzanne Frischkorn
Dear America
—It's time to teach my daughter how to shoot an arrow
How to use a knife
How to hit the center of a target
It's bloody work, but she should know
Today's poem is by
~Suzanne Frischkorn
Dear America
—It's time to teach my daughter how to shoot an arrow
How to use a knife
How to hit the center of a target
It's bloody work, but she should know
For #smallpoemsunday Paul Celan, born on this day, translated by John Felstiner.
In German, it says "Dusk has the swimming word." "Floating" is a fair translation, more beautiful, but the translation implies that the word belongs to dusk, whereas in the German dusk only "has" it, as we read...
In German, it says "Dusk has the swimming word." "Floating" is a fair translation, more beautiful, but the translation implies that the word belongs to dusk, whereas in the German dusk only "has" it, as we read...
November 23, 2025 at 5:19 PM
For #smallpoemsunday Paul Celan, born on this day, translated by John Felstiner.
In German, it says "Dusk has the swimming word." "Floating" is a fair translation, more beautiful, but the translation implies that the word belongs to dusk, whereas in the German dusk only "has" it, as we read...
In German, it says "Dusk has the swimming word." "Floating" is a fair translation, more beautiful, but the translation implies that the word belongs to dusk, whereas in the German dusk only "has" it, as we read...
Quite little boys will know the technical names of tractor attachments and what is going on in the fields at a particular time of year and girls talk together like grown women. Neither seem to want their childhood.
--from "Akenfield," Roland Blythe
@nyrb-imprints.bsky.social
--from "Akenfield," Roland Blythe
@nyrb-imprints.bsky.social
November 23, 2025 at 3:58 PM
Quite little boys will know the technical names of tractor attachments and what is going on in the fields at a particular time of year and girls talk together like grown women. Neither seem to want their childhood.
--from "Akenfield," Roland Blythe
@nyrb-imprints.bsky.social
--from "Akenfield," Roland Blythe
@nyrb-imprints.bsky.social
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A Tomas Tranströmer on memory
December Evening 1972
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now
(Tr. Robin Fulton)
December Evening 1972
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now
(Tr. Robin Fulton)
November 21, 2025 at 9:26 PM
A Tomas Tranströmer on memory
December Evening 1972
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now
(Tr. Robin Fulton)
December Evening 1972
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now
(Tr. Robin Fulton)
What if someone had told me, thirty / years ago: if you give up now…
“The Easel,” Sharon Olds
“The Easel,” Sharon Olds
November 23, 2025 at 12:04 PM
What if someone had told me, thirty / years ago: if you give up now…
“The Easel,” Sharon Olds
“The Easel,” Sharon Olds
sleigh-bells
bent down
bristling with
a forlorn note
Many thanks for @amsterdamreview.bsky.social for nominating "when the ponds were new" for Best of the Net. The poem is a visual erasure using a page of Walden.
bent down
bristling with
a forlorn note
Many thanks for @amsterdamreview.bsky.social for nominating "when the ponds were new" for Best of the Net. The poem is a visual erasure using a page of Walden.
November 22, 2025 at 5:24 PM
sleigh-bells
bent down
bristling with
a forlorn note
Many thanks for @amsterdamreview.bsky.social for nominating "when the ponds were new" for Best of the Net. The poem is a visual erasure using a page of Walden.
bent down
bristling with
a forlorn note
Many thanks for @amsterdamreview.bsky.social for nominating "when the ponds were new" for Best of the Net. The poem is a visual erasure using a page of Walden.
Great porcine drag queen
You who grew erudite in the slaughterhouse shadow
Eyelashes like black swords teased up to challenge heaven
-"Miss Piggy," Sam Sax
You who grew erudite in the slaughterhouse shadow
Eyelashes like black swords teased up to challenge heaven
-"Miss Piggy," Sam Sax
November 22, 2025 at 8:46 AM
Great porcine drag queen
You who grew erudite in the slaughterhouse shadow
Eyelashes like black swords teased up to challenge heaven
-"Miss Piggy," Sam Sax
You who grew erudite in the slaughterhouse shadow
Eyelashes like black swords teased up to challenge heaven
-"Miss Piggy," Sam Sax
Call me optimistic,
but I believe that inside every girl
is someone who is not a girl
but who looks like one and laughs.
"The Stranger Manual," Catie Rosemurgy
but I believe that inside every girl
is someone who is not a girl
but who looks like one and laughs.
"The Stranger Manual," Catie Rosemurgy
November 21, 2025 at 11:47 AM
Call me optimistic,
but I believe that inside every girl
is someone who is not a girl
but who looks like one and laughs.
"The Stranger Manual," Catie Rosemurgy
but I believe that inside every girl
is someone who is not a girl
but who looks like one and laughs.
"The Stranger Manual," Catie Rosemurgy
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
--Boots of Spanish Leather, Bob Dylan
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
--Boots of Spanish Leather, Bob Dylan
November 16, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
--Boots of Spanish Leather, Bob Dylan
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
--Boots of Spanish Leather, Bob Dylan
Her skirt was full of roses...
Marosa di Giorgio
Marosa di Giorgio
November 16, 2025 at 11:21 AM
Her skirt was full of roses...
Marosa di Giorgio
Marosa di Giorgio
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Pink-footed Geese arriving in the rain, Sheringham - seemed an apt image for this morning's weather. Rain drops peppering the watercolour washes. Not the greatest weather forecast for an exhibition preview evening but such is life!
November 14, 2025 at 9:10 AM
Pink-footed Geese arriving in the rain, Sheringham - seemed an apt image for this morning's weather. Rain drops peppering the watercolour washes. Not the greatest weather forecast for an exhibition preview evening but such is life!
Reposted by SarahJSloat
who
turned the window down and surveyed all
the tatters and waste
and
cleared his throat as if about to speak
turned the window down and surveyed all
the tatters and waste
and
cleared his throat as if about to speak
May 29, 2025 at 6:44 PM
who
turned the window down and surveyed all
the tatters and waste
and
cleared his throat as if about to speak
turned the window down and surveyed all
the tatters and waste
and
cleared his throat as if about to speak
Phyllida’s hair was where her power resided.
Jeffrey Eugenides, "The Marriage Plot"
Jeffrey Eugenides, "The Marriage Plot"
November 8, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Phyllida’s hair was where her power resided.
Jeffrey Eugenides, "The Marriage Plot"
Jeffrey Eugenides, "The Marriage Plot"
Once when I was 8 years old my grandmother asked me, what will you do when you grow up? And I answered, I want to die. I want to die when I grow up. I want to die soon. And I think my sister really liked that answer. ― Fleur Jaeggy, "I Am the Brother of XX"
November 8, 2025 at 1:53 PM
Once when I was 8 years old my grandmother asked me, what will you do when you grow up? And I answered, I want to die. I want to die when I grow up. I want to die soon. And I think my sister really liked that answer. ― Fleur Jaeggy, "I Am the Brother of XX"
all mistakes are past mistakes
November 6, 2025 at 5:58 PM
all mistakes are past mistakes
All mistakes are past mistakes.
November 3, 2025 at 12:34 PM
All mistakes are past mistakes.
collage postcards with aphorism from @dinalrelles.bsky.social
October 31, 2025 at 2:38 PM
collage postcards with aphorism from @dinalrelles.bsky.social
hopes of changing for the better
make glue of them,
then they will
stick
make glue of them,
then they will
stick
July 8, 2025 at 5:58 PM
hopes of changing for the better
make glue of them,
then they will
stick
make glue of them,
then they will
stick
when I spoke of bathing
a dazed state commenced
all round about us,
with a splash
a big, heavy
morning
was beginning to break.
-a visual poem from my book, Classic Crimes
a dazed state commenced
all round about us,
with a splash
a big, heavy
morning
was beginning to break.
-a visual poem from my book, Classic Crimes
July 6, 2025 at 9:16 PM
when I spoke of bathing
a dazed state commenced
all round about us,
with a splash
a big, heavy
morning
was beginning to break.
-a visual poem from my book, Classic Crimes
a dazed state commenced
all round about us,
with a splash
a big, heavy
morning
was beginning to break.
-a visual poem from my book, Classic Crimes
June 17, 2025 at 6:43 PM
