Kelli Russell Agodon
@kelliagodon.bsky.social
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(she/her) Poet. Editor. Paddleboarder. Easygoing Capricorn. Next book: Accidental Devotions (Copper Canyon Press, 2026)! Co-host of "Poems You Need" with Melissa Studdard. Faculty at Rainier Writing Workshop at Pacific Lutheran University.🏳️‍🌈Bi/Queer
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cronutthebarbarian.bsky.social
We are on loan to each other.

Tell the one you love that you love them while you can.
kelliagodon.bsky.social
"her memory is a cloud she can't hold..."

Lots of feels with this poem for my mum. Sent with love for anyone with a parent or loved one with Alzheimer's/dementia. It's a journey.

(And thank you @poetsorg.bsky.social and Rick Barot for sharing this one. It means a lot.)
kelliagodon.bsky.social
Sending love and strength ❤️ There are so many of us moving through this. Wishing you the best.
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litbowl.bsky.social
Absolutely love that final phrase.

From @kathyfagan.bsky.social's book, Bad Hobby: bookshop.org/a/862/9781571315458

#poetry #books #writing
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chenchenwrites.bsky.social
keep your wonder alive, keep your aliveness alive
kelliagodon.bsky.social
"her memory is a cloud she can't hold..."

Lots of feels with this poem for my mum. Sent with love for anyone with a parent or loved one with Alzheimer's/dementia. It's a journey.

(And thank you @poetsorg.bsky.social and Rick Barot for sharing this one. It means a lot.)
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irishali13.bsky.social
Today I'm reading - Magpies Recognize
Themselves in the Mirror
~ By Kelli Russell Agodon 🍂
America breaks my heart some days -
I watched a woman have a breakdown in the mall today/what l could see was all of us/Some days the sky is too bright. And like that, we were her-
Magpies Recognize Themselves in the Mirror
Kelli Russell Agodon
The night sounds like a murder
of magpies and we're replacing our cabinet knobs because we can't change the world, but we can change our hardware. America breaks my heart some days, and some days it breaks itself in two.
I watched a woman have a breakdown in the mall today and when the security guard tried to help her what I could see was all of us peeking from her purse as she threw it across the floor into Forever 21. And yes, the walls felt like another way to hold us in and when she finally stopped crying,
I heard her say to the fluorescent lighting, Some days the sky is too bright. And like that we were her fock in our black coats and white sweaters, some of us reaching our wings to her and some of us flying away.
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irishali13.bsky.social
For your Monday
Everyone Is Acting as if We're Not Temporary, and I Am Falling Apart in the Privacy of My Own Home
~ Kelli Russell Agodon
I am a body longing for someone to text me, "Hey, babe, I'm kind of into you." I miss you even though I don't visit. /and we butt dial the wrong person.
Everyone Is Acting as if We're Not Temporary, and I Am Falling Apart in the Privacy of My Own Home
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When he said, Sometimes we learn the most from losing, I think how often I've been bamboozled by life, how I've dropped a quarter in a slot machine and instead of cherries got coffins. Got death?
Yeah, I've seen the grim reaper wander my neighborhood in a Chanel suit and a diamond studded scythe because we all want to be overdressed for the afterlife, we all want to believe
there is a special place for us. But when I watched the body of my nana fade into thinness I thought please let me leave early—in a plane crash, car accident, a lightning bolt, don't let me hold on so long I am a body longing for someone to text it
—hey babe, I'm kind of into you. To say, I miss you even though I don't visit. Death and we butt dial the wrong person. Death on a good drunk of port. Once I remember my dad saying,
You are worth more than you think, as I always sold myself off at a discount and I wish I didn't, I wish I didn't say how much I hurt on social media
but sometimes I just want to believe I'm not alone like how we're all doing cartwheels on life's grass until someone lands in a sinkhole, until one of us decides it's late and the streetlights are telling us it's time to return back home.
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vikkicwrites.bsky.social
"You know / I always need to save something, to control it."

'Aubade as Fuel' from LOVE PRODIGAL by Traci Brimhall (Copper Canyon Press) @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social

Sheer brilliance 🤍

#poetry #poetrybooks #poetrycollections
'Aubade as Fuel' from LOVE PRODIGAL by Traci Brimhall (Copper Canyon Press)
kelliagodon.bsky.social
Looking forward to it! —I’ve been reading your poems lately and so enjoying them!
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nikitagill.bsky.social
Launch night and I’m never shutting up about this look.
kelliagodon.bsky.social
Dang! Yeah absolutely not! Congrats!❤️💫
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pw.org
Arthur Sze has been named the new U.S. poet laureate. He succeeds Ada Limón, who has held the position since 2022. During his term as poet laureate, Sze plans to have a special focus on translating poetry originally written in other languages. Read more: at.pw.org/ArthurSze
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kelliagodon.bsky.social
"kindness in poetry is an act of rebellion" -- I stumbled about these words I said to @onlypoemsmag.bsky.social in an interview pre-election. It's funny your own word speak to you...
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kelliagodon.bsky.social
My gawd I love this poem:

"When you place a wet kiss on my nape while washing my back in the shower, I think of all good things and forget I am wounded. "

~ T. De Los Reyes @andhow.bsky.social
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kelliagodon.bsky.social
This happened to me last night in bed--I had 2 lines to a new poem. . .and I didn't write them down. (And they are now "dust") :-/

#LivingPoetsSociety #ShareLivingPoets
kelliagodon.bsky.social
"Sometimes you don't want to love the person you love. . ."

Dang, sometimes I catch myself doing this too--protecting myself from the tenderness I actually crave.

~ Grace Paley's "Anti-Love Poem"
Anti-Love Poem by Grace Paley

Sometimes you don’t want to love the person you love
you turn your face away from that face
whose eyes lips might make you give up anger
forget insult     steal sadness of not wanting
to love     turn away then turn away     at breakfast
in the evening     don’t lift your eyes from the paper
to see that face in all its seriousness     a
sweetness of concentration     he holds his book
in his hand     the hard-knuckled winter wood-
scarred fingers     turn away     that’s all you can
do     old as you are to save yourself     from love
kelliagodon.bsky.social
But it does suck to feel this way—I’m sorry you’re going through that. (Also know, I think we feel
This way sometimes in our writing life. I’ve always thought it was when we were near a breakthrough or a success).
kelliagodon.bsky.social
Here’s how I see it—are you going to quit TV? Quit social media? Quit online shopping? What’s the point of any of it, but at least with poetry—you’re creating and connecting. And you never know who’s at the other end of your words. Maybe just try to let go of outcome. To me, any art is good. ❤️
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lesleymwheeler.bsky.social
Thanks for posting this beauty from @kelliagodon.bsky.social , Ali
irishali13.bsky.social
Today I'm reading - Magpies Recognize
Themselves in the Mirror
~ By Kelli Russell Agodon 🍂
America breaks my heart some days -
I watched a woman have a breakdown in the mall today/what l could see was all of us/Some days the sky is too bright. And like that, we were her-
Magpies Recognize Themselves in the Mirror
Kelli Russell Agodon
The night sounds like a murder
of magpies and we're replacing our cabinet knobs because we can't change the world, but we can change our hardware. America breaks my heart some days, and some days it breaks itself in two.
I watched a woman have a breakdown in the mall today and when the security guard tried to help her what I could see was all of us peeking from her purse as she threw it across the floor into Forever 21. And yes, the walls felt like another way to hold us in and when she finally stopped crying,
I heard her say to the fluorescent lighting, Some days the sky is too bright. And like that we were her fock in our black coats and white sweaters, some of us reaching our wings to her and some of us flying away.
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ibnturab.bsky.social
It seems to me that most of the time, we don’t see, understand, know or even realize the contours of Reality; instead we try to inhabit it the way we do our clothes or fashion accessories—“no, I think this red cashmere works better”—few people “get” & express that better than Kelli Russel Agodon.