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Jared
@jaredwhite123.bsky.social
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Poet, living near the coast in Rhode Island with Farrah Field and our kids and our dog

Co-founder of Berl's Poetry

Posting musical sketches and words and feelings at

https://substack.com/@jaredwhite2

https://jaredwhite2.bandcamp.com
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“By candlelight, a catastrophe of ochre hope.” A poem by Lucie Brock-Broido
CAVE PAINTING OF A DUN HORSE He is stretching on the wall, appears to be in motion. He cannot turn his head, but you can glean his eye By candlelight, a catastrophe of ochre hope. I know little else having shook loose from my own mane All that would be true ifI said it to be so. White canes humble through the night. In the years, most of what I made I made up. The etching of your dying is as cutting as it was That many years ago, when I chose its acid touch for you. There have been two wars. I have read religiously, mostly texts which have red spines. I had dreams that were inhumane to me. The smaller the light to write to becomes, the more I have to say to you.
June 10, 2025 at 1:13 AM
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“There is no floor to the world.” A poem by Howard Nemerov.
PAINTING A MOUNTAIN STREAM Running and standing still at once is the whole truth. Raveled or combed, wrinkled or clear, it gets its force from losing force. Going it stays. Pulse beats, and planets echo this, the running down, the standing still, all thunder of the one thought. The mind that thinks it is unfounded. I speak of what is running down. Of sun, of thunder bearing the rain I do not speak, of the rising flame or the slow towering of the elm. A comb was found in a girl's grave (ah heartsblood raveled like a rope). The visible way is always down, but there is no floor to the world. Study this rhythm, not this thing. The brush's tip streams from the wrist of a living man, a dying man. The runnıng water is the wrist. In the confluence of the wrist things and ideas ripple together, as in the clear lake of the eye, unfathomably, running remains.
May 8, 2025 at 1:04 AM
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The Bloof poets are in the home stretch now. Soooo close to day 30! Go cheer them on?

#NaPoWriMo

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Bloof Books: Tiny by Design
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April 29, 2025 at 8:52 PM
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I love this part
Where the earworm wriggles
And the spider smiles
Toothlessly back

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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The osprey’s nest
Sitting in the car Listening to the extradiegetic music I love this part Where the earworm wriggles And the spider smiles Toothlessly back Flashing shiva orange In the pocket It turns out bus belts…
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April 29, 2025 at 9:01 PM
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I'm helping to host a poetry reading this weekend! Sunday 4/27 at 3pm at Jamestown Arts Center, Jamestown RI, featuring Kate Colby and Ada Smailbegović.

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April 26, 2025 at 10:49 PM
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In the dark ages
There was no point
Of comparison
Or at least
No point comparing
Names
Used to be words too

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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Giving
Are you a voice? As a metonym, speaking Words you once learned how to spell Sometimes before speaking So you said them aloud And someone laughed And told you that’s not how There’s a wa…
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April 26, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species
Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications
Your finger moves like it has its own nose
Now do you remember?

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoems #Poetry #DailyDraft

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The sphinx’s nose
There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications Your finger moves like it has its own nose Now do you remember? Or in the place of memory…
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April 22, 2025 at 9:52 PM
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The small scales feel like code
A blue message in an empty clock
Busy with silent love ritual

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem #DailyDraft

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The exterminating angel
Does it sound gentler in the original tongue In the original mouth did it taste the oil Of its speaking the predicament of vagueness Ownership of things that can’t be owned I brought to the s…
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April 22, 2025 at 12:13 PM
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A NaPoWriMo announcement graphic for Bloof Books poets on dark teal with pink, aqua, purple and magenta shapes decorating the edges and yellow text saying “The poets of Bloof have been invited to post drafts, doodles, revisions & creative undefinables to our blog all month, trying to meet the challenge Maureen Thorson first set herself many moons ago to write a poem a day in the month of April. We usually make a glorious mess. Stop by bloofbooks.com/blog to read along. See NaPoWroMo.net for more information. (NaPoWriMo stands for “national poetry writing month” even though it was a jokey personal challenge started thing by Maureen Thorson by her lonesome on her blog 20+ years ago not national at all, but now it’s global!)
April 22, 2025 at 12:19 PM
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Big eyes open
To the tender anemones
I smoosh without thought
Pugilist and optimist
Can we talk about it yet

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social

#poem #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem

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Gory begonia
There is no they My words tell me Only a choral you Of sounds of sounding Big eyes open To the tender anemones I smoosh without thought Pugilist and optimist Can we talk about it yet Oscillation bo…
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April 16, 2025 at 10:03 PM
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Ugly on the outside same on the inside by design

Mom applied lipstick before getting out of the car

The heyday of malls went by so fast

End to department store end

They moved a river to build it

—Farrah Field

#Poem #NaPoWriMo
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LONG LEASH
Ugly on the outside same on the inside by design Mom applied lipstick before getting out of the car The heyday of malls went by so fast End to department store end  They moved a river to build…
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April 16, 2025 at 10:08 PM
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The quality of the conversation
A scattershot feeling
Rose without punctuation
What was its impact

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social

#poetry #poem #NaPoWriMo #DailyDrafts #AprilPoems

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Tender perennial
The quality of the conversation A scattershot feeling Rose without punctuation What was its impact Taking aim. Verbal meetings Parades of dialectical outfits Configure a day every 15 minutes Tempor…
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April 16, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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The world is not a message
It says the same thing to everyone

But that party in your dreams
Where the graces play on the grass
The children featherwalk
The heirlooms hum
This is not their moment

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#poem #NaPoWriMo

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Fuchsia poem
If we put the overground underground What will go on top? Dams silt in and wear out The dome of hope makes a bowl This is amazing the clones think Stay near, hold on, I wave Am I behind or ahead Th…
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April 15, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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If you lived there

What would you breathe

Would the air taste like dust

Or would the dust taste like air?

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social

#NaPoWriMo #poem

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Art is long
Visiting the mall Where the artists spelunked Between cinder blocks and rafters To make crash pads Lark junk domestic Sending party invitations Like fancy apples in boxes Individually wrapped Would…
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April 10, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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When I say fill I mean feel

the way I’d feel if I was a rover sent to wake the other rovers on Mars

Saying why’d you power down bro man

Lonely as a dust storm which is the opposite of lonely

— Farrah Field
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem #DailyPoem

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TESTING EVERY MINECRAFT MYTH EVER
Yo tubers Today we’re here with my cousin To put some stuff in my dad’s microwave That has never been done before Shawn is back from masturbating again He’s done it so many times he can’t make eye …
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April 10, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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A richness of the world of possibilities

Speaking to those who we know can no longer reply

A child gave me his trash

and I said I’m not a human wastebasket

It was recycling anyway

—Farrah Field

#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem

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KEEPING CRACKERS DOWN
I want to take a shit on a really handsome man then speed walk to the beach with my dog I’m going to write a book that can be taught in schools and it’s going to be about school shootings Turns out…
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April 10, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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Holding hands underwater
till the skin raisins
against the skin.

We make the past
to invent
what happens next.

A light shines
even on dark parts.

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #poetry

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Ultimatum
Foam on the shore whose bubbles never pop predating even prokaryote. Stones on rocks. Can you hear them? When in doubt subjunct. A leap into the space the leap removed you from. What the leap left.…
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April 8, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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The eyepatch
is to remove in the dark
when you want to see

You’ll need a plan
A tour guide for the city of tomorrow

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social

#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem

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Docents
Connoisseuse I learn by doing what I learn by learning what I do Extending lore Candying apples already sweet The eyepatch is to remove in the dark when you want to see You’ll need a plan A t…
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April 8, 2025 at 4:57 PM
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Thank you by the way
For the
We
I feel so included!

I always personalize the collective
Choose an avatar and descend sweetly
On my hazardous mistral

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#NaPoWriMo #poem

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Promissory
Writing around the world Like a dance around a bell Or a walk on the freedom trail Golden road through goldenrod One hundred and ninety-five colors Public goods Announce the public is good How much…
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April 5, 2025 at 10:08 PM
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Historical tourists
Of ancient hotels
Checking into names
Sitting by the pool cave
Documentarian
Possessed with animal patience
I probably already told you this

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social April #poem for day 3!

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Difficulty is a blessing
Dreamt of technology Not what I would do with it What I would do With having it With the role Plausible nonlanguages That old tree That blocked the view Was the view I miss what I missed How that I…
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April 4, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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Not until the coffee beans are oily

You’ll have to look at me after you grind it

An electric grinder is pretty loud

The first loudest thing of the day

— Farrah Field
April poem for day 3!

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YES SHE DOES
Not until the coffee beans are oily You’ll have to look at me after you grind it An electric grinder is pretty loud The first loudest thing of the day The least best noise to awaken a child at any …
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April 4, 2025 at 7:36 PM
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if a gerund & colon were to part the lips of our skepticism & if in the erasure of skepticism is a memory of rain then we will stretch across the chasm hands reaching for hands

@stevenrkarl.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 2

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Rain King
Rain King for Mathias Svalina  & if it is rain then what follows is more rain & if it is rain then what follows is the memory of rain & if it is the memory of rain then what follows is …
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April 3, 2025 at 9:24 PM
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I triple checked full cartons
None of them were empty
Cupboard immaculate
It’s a time for generosity, astrology
After the stars go dark

@jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPWriMo day 2!

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Gossip
The paper dagger flails I feed my minutes into the clock machine Who will it tell time to? I have run out It’s yesterday. The birds Are looking at me A gait, a hairdo Designed for going to be…
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April 2, 2025 at 7:57 PM
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Loving and censorious, unspeaking unspeeches
Inside a horizon larger than the universe
How long in this reasonable world
Before you can’t tell any longer

— Jared White #NaPoWriMo Day 1

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Invisible ink
Don’t correct me, says the panther Or you know what will happen No one knows what will happen The joke replies to the punchline I don’t get it. If it’s ten somewhere Evening on the planet, warm rai…
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April 1, 2025 at 9:19 PM
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we live in heat and sun
but remember when we lived in snow
remember where we come from
birthed in spring and summer
and even then it snows there sometimes

— Katie Jean Shinkle #NaPoWriMo Day 1

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I Can’t Stop Thinking About You
and your prostate which is weird because I don’t think about prostates much or any other anatomy I keep thinking about a normal life and what it means and what it means to feel softer what it…
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April 2, 2025 at 1:17 AM