Jacob JB
@jajobi.bsky.social
Queer first, him second || No MFA, no NYC || Let’s do a litmag || Dissenting Missourian || Cellular carbon &c. || Seeking sangha
Works: https://www.chillsubs.com/profile/jacob.j.billingsley
Works: https://www.chillsubs.com/profile/jacob.j.billingsley
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Christine Shan Shan Hou
December 3, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Christine Shan Shan Hou
Victoria Chan in The 2River View:
This, too,
another landmark of layers. Crumbling asphalt
blanketing nighthawks and primary colors.
—"Away in Washington, I See the Capitol and Think of You"
www.2river.org/2RView/30_1/...
@2river.bsky.social
This, too,
another landmark of layers. Crumbling asphalt
blanketing nighthawks and primary colors.
—"Away in Washington, I See the Capitol and Think of You"
www.2river.org/2RView/30_1/...
@2river.bsky.social
The 2River View, 30.1 (Fall 2025)
www.2river.org
December 3, 2025 at 12:43 AM
Victoria Chan in The 2River View:
This, too,
another landmark of layers. Crumbling asphalt
blanketing nighthawks and primary colors.
—"Away in Washington, I See the Capitol and Think of You"
www.2river.org/2RView/30_1/...
@2river.bsky.social
This, too,
another landmark of layers. Crumbling asphalt
blanketing nighthawks and primary colors.
—"Away in Washington, I See the Capitol and Think of You"
www.2river.org/2RView/30_1/...
@2river.bsky.social
Victoria Chan in The 2River View
How can I say I want I want I want without
a wasteland trailing behind me? I tell everyone
what I lack is not what I’m missing.
—"On Explaining Asexuality"
www.2river.org/2RView/30_1/...
How can I say I want I want I want without
a wasteland trailing behind me? I tell everyone
what I lack is not what I’m missing.
—"On Explaining Asexuality"
www.2river.org/2RView/30_1/...
The 2River View, 30.1 (Fall 2025)
www.2river.org
December 3, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Victoria Chan in The 2River View
How can I say I want I want I want without
a wasteland trailing behind me? I tell everyone
what I lack is not what I’m missing.
—"On Explaining Asexuality"
www.2river.org/2RView/30_1/...
How can I say I want I want I want without
a wasteland trailing behind me? I tell everyone
what I lack is not what I’m missing.
—"On Explaining Asexuality"
www.2river.org/2RView/30_1/...
four ancient poems about tea www.tranquiltuesdays.com/resource-lib...
Late on a frosty night, breaking cakes of fragrant tea.
Brewed to overflowing, the pale yellow froth
.
from A Song of Drinking Tea on the Departure of Zheng Rong
Jiaoran (Tang Dynasty 618-907 AD)
translated by Steve Owyang
Brewed to overflowing, the pale yellow froth
.
from A Song of Drinking Tea on the Departure of Zheng Rong
Jiaoran (Tang Dynasty 618-907 AD)
translated by Steve Owyang
December 3, 2025 at 12:16 AM
four ancient poems about tea www.tranquiltuesdays.com/resource-lib...
Late on a frosty night, breaking cakes of fragrant tea.
Brewed to overflowing, the pale yellow froth
.
from A Song of Drinking Tea on the Departure of Zheng Rong
Jiaoran (Tang Dynasty 618-907 AD)
translated by Steve Owyang
Brewed to overflowing, the pale yellow froth
.
from A Song of Drinking Tea on the Departure of Zheng Rong
Jiaoran (Tang Dynasty 618-907 AD)
translated by Steve Owyang
December 3, 2025 at 12:15 AM
Late on a frosty night, breaking cakes of fragrant tea.
Brewed to overflowing, the pale yellow froth
.
from A Song of Drinking Tea on the Departure of Zheng Rong
Jiaoran (Tang Dynasty 618-907 AD)
translated by Steve Owyang
Brewed to overflowing, the pale yellow froth
.
from A Song of Drinking Tea on the Departure of Zheng Rong
Jiaoran (Tang Dynasty 618-907 AD)
translated by Steve Owyang
Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.
to happen
out of sight.
December 2, 2025 at 11:04 PM
Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.
to happen
out of sight.
Eavan Boland, from In a Time of Violence
December 2, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Eavan Boland, from In a Time of Violence
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@alocasiamag.bsky.social’s Plantcestors: The Indigenous Issue is on our reading list for #NativeAmericanHeritageMonth!
Read poems by Shauna Osborn, Rebecca Kinkade-Black, June Beck, Jake Salazar, Jenny L. Davis, and more: alocasia.org/issues/
Read poems by Shauna Osborn, Rebecca Kinkade-Black, June Beck, Jake Salazar, Jenny L. Davis, and more: alocasia.org/issues/
Issues – ALOCASIA
ALOCASIA
alocasia.org
November 29, 2025 at 9:00 PM
@alocasiamag.bsky.social’s Plantcestors: The Indigenous Issue is on our reading list for #NativeAmericanHeritageMonth!
Read poems by Shauna Osborn, Rebecca Kinkade-Black, June Beck, Jake Salazar, Jenny L. Davis, and more: alocasia.org/issues/
Read poems by Shauna Osborn, Rebecca Kinkade-Black, June Beck, Jake Salazar, Jenny L. Davis, and more: alocasia.org/issues/
I slipped my feet
into them
as though into
two
cases
knitted
with threads of
twilight
and goatskin.
—Neruda tr. Robert Bly
into them
as though into
two
cases
knitted
with threads of
twilight
and goatskin.
—Neruda tr. Robert Bly
December 2, 2025 at 2:58 AM
I slipped my feet
into them
as though into
two
cases
knitted
with threads of
twilight
and goatskin.
—Neruda tr. Robert Bly
into them
as though into
two
cases
knitted
with threads of
twilight
and goatskin.
—Neruda tr. Robert Bly
Galway Kinnell, excerpt, "The Hen Flower," collected in The Book of Nightmares
December 2, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Galway Kinnell, excerpt, "The Hen Flower," collected in The Book of Nightmares
Reposted by Jacob JB
We have some exciting news to share with you next month. Stay tuned. 💚🌱
November 26, 2025 at 5:06 PM
We have some exciting news to share with you next month. Stay tuned. 💚🌱
because all my black cats here
die and my friend here
dies by his own hand that lifts
and lifts the glass and the sunlight
doesn’t last long here
with the land-wind blowing
and blowing tender and relentless
to the salt abyss
—Ursula K. LeGuin (featured on @lithub.com.web.brid.gy)
die and my friend here
dies by his own hand that lifts
and lifts the glass and the sunlight
doesn’t last long here
with the land-wind blowing
and blowing tender and relentless
to the salt abyss
—Ursula K. LeGuin (featured on @lithub.com.web.brid.gy)
November 26, 2025 at 9:00 PM
because all my black cats here
die and my friend here
dies by his own hand that lifts
and lifts the glass and the sunlight
doesn’t last long here
with the land-wind blowing
and blowing tender and relentless
to the salt abyss
—Ursula K. LeGuin (featured on @lithub.com.web.brid.gy)
die and my friend here
dies by his own hand that lifts
and lifts the glass and the sunlight
doesn’t last long here
with the land-wind blowing
and blowing tender and relentless
to the salt abyss
—Ursula K. LeGuin (featured on @lithub.com.web.brid.gy)
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🎉🦭Congratulations to our 2025 Pushcart nominees!🦑🎉
Follow the link to check out these wonderful poems: www.theshorepoetry.org/shore-things...
Follow the link to check out these wonderful poems: www.theshorepoetry.org/shore-things...
November 10, 2025 at 2:02 PM
🎉🦭Congratulations to our 2025 Pushcart nominees!🦑🎉
Follow the link to check out these wonderful poems: www.theshorepoetry.org/shore-things...
Follow the link to check out these wonderful poems: www.theshorepoetry.org/shore-things...
November 26, 2025 at 9:56 AM
Reposted by Jacob JB
November 12, 2025 at 3:56 PM
It was already one of my favorites from the issue. Here it is again:
“in the city I passed men
selling used toys, faces worn
by the touching…”
“in the city I passed men
selling used toys, faces worn
by the touching…”
November 26, 2025 at 9:55 AM
It was already one of my favorites from the issue. Here it is again:
“in the city I passed men
selling used toys, faces worn
by the touching…”
“in the city I passed men
selling used toys, faces worn
by the touching…”
Reposted by Jacob JB
November 21, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Reposted by Jacob JB
"I was all mare, fawn, & galloped stallion
setting our fields ablaze, wild with want"
—Michal ‘MJ’ Jones
beestungmag.com/issue25/two-...
setting our fields ablaze, wild with want"
—Michal ‘MJ’ Jones
beestungmag.com/issue25/two-...
Two Poems by Michal ‘MJ’ Jones – beestung
beestungmag.com
November 24, 2025 at 12:52 PM
"I was all mare, fawn, & galloped stallion
setting our fields ablaze, wild with want"
—Michal ‘MJ’ Jones
beestungmag.com/issue25/two-...
setting our fields ablaze, wild with want"
—Michal ‘MJ’ Jones
beestungmag.com/issue25/two-...
in the right lane standing
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 :) 🙏
November 25, 2025 at 9:15 AM
in the right lane standing
I wish I could say we were close—the girl and I,
I mean—but I only knew her to wave hello,
and walked her, once, halfway up the road
before turning finally into my grandmother’s yard.
This was Ontario, California. 1983.
Which is to say, there was no river.
—John Murillo poets.org/poem/dolores...
I mean—but I only knew her to wave hello,
and walked her, once, halfway up the road
before turning finally into my grandmother’s yard.
This was Ontario, California. 1983.
Which is to say, there was no river.
—John Murillo poets.org/poem/dolores...
Dolores, Maybe
I’ve never spoken to anyone about this. Until now, until you. I slept once in a field beyond the riverbank, a flock of nightjars watching over me.
poets.org
November 23, 2025 at 7:41 PM
I wish I could say we were close—the girl and I,
I mean—but I only knew her to wave hello,
and walked her, once, halfway up the road
before turning finally into my grandmother’s yard.
This was Ontario, California. 1983.
Which is to say, there was no river.
—John Murillo poets.org/poem/dolores...
I mean—but I only knew her to wave hello,
and walked her, once, halfway up the road
before turning finally into my grandmother’s yard.
This was Ontario, California. 1983.
Which is to say, there was no river.
—John Murillo poets.org/poem/dolores...
All my life
I’ve padded softly through the kitchen,
gently kicking the crumbs off the bottom
of my feet, stealing a piece of raspberry
coffee cake from the counter. To indulge
is to live and I intend to live...
Ashley Kirkland in boats against the current
boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/gravi...
I’ve padded softly through the kitchen,
gently kicking the crumbs off the bottom
of my feet, stealing a piece of raspberry
coffee cake from the counter. To indulge
is to live and I intend to live...
Ashley Kirkland in boats against the current
boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/gravi...
gravity — boats against the current
a poem by Ashley Kirkland
boatsagainstthecurrent.org
November 2, 2025 at 8:31 PM
All my life
I’ve padded softly through the kitchen,
gently kicking the crumbs off the bottom
of my feet, stealing a piece of raspberry
coffee cake from the counter. To indulge
is to live and I intend to live...
Ashley Kirkland in boats against the current
boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/gravi...
I’ve padded softly through the kitchen,
gently kicking the crumbs off the bottom
of my feet, stealing a piece of raspberry
coffee cake from the counter. To indulge
is to live and I intend to live...
Ashley Kirkland in boats against the current
boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/gravi...
I will watch / as you blink in and out of recognition. / I will watch your leaves yellow and learn / a new name for you.
— Wheeler Light in @tupelopress.bsky.social
www.tupeloquarterly.com/poetry/wheel...
— Wheeler Light in @tupelopress.bsky.social
www.tupeloquarterly.com/poetry/wheel...
Wheeler Light — “Itinerary”
Later, we will be friends/and after that, we will be strangers./Do you want to be strangers,/smiling at each other for the first time?
www.tupeloquarterly.com
November 2, 2025 at 7:40 PM
I will watch / as you blink in and out of recognition. / I will watch your leaves yellow and learn / a new name for you.
— Wheeler Light in @tupelopress.bsky.social
www.tupeloquarterly.com/poetry/wheel...
— Wheeler Light in @tupelopress.bsky.social
www.tupeloquarterly.com/poetry/wheel...
Reposted by Jacob JB
phonecall is ready for his first halloween!
October 31, 2025 at 10:01 PM
phonecall is ready for his first halloween!
from the Academy's poem of the day, smallholding by Brian Teare, dedicated to the bloodroot that will bloom in Shenandoah NP this spring
October 29, 2025 at 6:26 PM
from the Academy's poem of the day, smallholding by Brian Teare, dedicated to the bloodroot that will bloom in Shenandoah NP this spring