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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 1d

thanks Susan!

Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 2d

Thanks to the incredible @writesloud.bsky.social in whose class this was born! PLUS! Check out her new collection! hgrieco.com/first-kickin...

First Kicking, Then Not – Hannah Grieco

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 2d

A new flash up at @American Literary Review and the timing couldnt be better/weirder, as it is the 10th anniversary of my mother’s death from melanoma. I miss her. americanliteraryreview.com/2025/10/02/c...

"Contrafabula" by Nancy Huggett

My mother didn’t end up in the hospital with an unknown diagnosis that quickly turned to cancer. The doctor didn’t draw black blood. The moon was not full, never full, never traced an amber arc in the...

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 4d

Hollay, your poem made me shiver. The remembrance & tenuous connection, that waft! And how to words fall our on the page—seperste and then connecting. So wonderful to see an online journal/lit mag that invites the use of space on the “page”!!!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 4d

So many great poems (&poets) in here! @hollay.bsky.social & Laurie Koensgen!

talking-time.bsky.social @talking-time.bsky.social · 4d

The fourth day of our fifteenth issue includes new poetry by Hollay Ghadery @hollay.bsky.social , Isabella Mori @moritherapy.bsky.social and Andrew Shields, and The art of writing #119: an interview with Terri Witek
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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 5d

Some wonderful poems out in the world today. First, this harbinger of winter in @pinholepoetry.bsky.social newest edition by @brettwarren23.bsky.social Brett Warren (and other stunning work... go visit!) pinholepoetry.ca/13960-2/

· P I N H O L E • P O E T R Y

BRETT WARREN Feeding the Bees Yellow flags pop up like daffodils along our street, with stick-figure icons of children and dogs to warn of poisons in chemical-drenched lawns. We’re outnumberedbut we k...

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 12d

I know, right???

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 15d

Have a wee one up at Canary Lit Magazine (canarylitmag.org in this autumn Equinox issue. Dive in and read some other remarkable poems like D.R. Goodman's On Returning to Asilomar "but the trees must seed their own / resistance on the bones of what remains" canarylitmag.org/contents.php...

Canary - A Literary Journal of the Environmental Crisis

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 21d

I've been remiss in sharing this most brilliant Canadian poet. His exploration of masculinity and recovery and just being human is so tender and fraught. "My poetry is an exorcism of sorts. And my holy water is tenderness." Thank you @onlypoemsmag.bsky.social for making his Poet of the Year!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 21d

Thank you!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 22d

See you there/here!

Arc Poetry Magazine @arcpoetry.bsky.social · 22d

NEXT WEEK! Don't miss this gathering of the 2025 Lampman Award finalists at Perfect Books on Tuesday, September 23rd. Readings start at 7pm, and books will be available for purchase. If you're in Ottawa, come on out!

Arc Poetry Magazine @arcpoetry.bsky.social · Sep 5

Join us at Perfect Books on Tuesday, Sept 23, for a special reading with the 2025 Lampman Award Finalists: Emily Austin, Manahil Bandukwala, and AJ Dolman. Don’t miss the chance to hear these incredible poets share their work before the Lampman Award winner is revealed later this fall!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 23d

I think you just gave me a new poem ...

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 23d

But if I lived in Halifax I would come visit y'all!!!!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 23d

haha, no I won't because I can't!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 23d

thank! oooops! Will change!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · 23d

New poem from my collection (out on submission) about caregiving and brain injury up at the lovely @thirdwednesday.bsky.social with thanks to @joankwonglass.bsky.social & the Ontario Arts Council & poetry mentors ntr & trailheads. thirdwednesdaymagazine.org/2025/09/12/w...

Wood Duck / Nancy Huggett

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · Sep 9

haha I just read this one to my husband this evening!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · Sep 8

That would have been amazing!!!!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · Sep 8

Thanks Ottawa Public Library for this stash of delight! And weather that invites sitting outside & reading poetry!

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · Sep 3

Red leaves, mostly some gold & the turn that I was expecting but also made me laugh & cry.

pumpkin spice Toddé @toddedillard.bsky.social · Sep 2

my issue of Threepenny is here! here’s my poem “Present Tense,” I would love for you to give it a read!

“I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.”

Present Tense
by Todd Dillard

My father’s telling me about his dog,
how it fell into a well
when they were walking down a wooded path.
His dog ran across some rotted planks,
the planks splintered, “And whoosh!”
my father says. “No more dog.”
I look at the clock and remind my father it’s three A.M.
“I’m not finished,” he says.
He tells me about the rope he bought, the bucket,
how he knotted the rope to the bucket, lowered it down,
and yelled for the dog to get in.
“But all I pulled up was more barking.”
“Dad,” I say. “This never happened.”
He says he can’t remember
how long he tried to get the dog
to shimmy into the bucket.
Just that at some point
when the sky turned tawny—“Dad—“
as a pitcher of sweet tea—“Dad—“
he decided to give up.
“Dad,” I say. “It’s late.
I’m tired. And you’re dead.”
“Dammit, son,” my father says. “Let me finish!”
My father tells me about filling the bucket with dirt
and pouring the dirt into the well.
And I know what he’s getting at, I know
he’s going to tell me bucket by bucket
he filled the well and
the dog jumped out. He’s going to say
something about how the dog
led him home through the dark.
I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.
“Dad?” I say. “Dad, are you there?”
I keep lowering the bucket
but all I ever pull up are leaves.
Red leaves. Lately, some gold.

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Nancy Huggett @nancyhuggett.bsky.social · Sep 3

Ditto Jill. Plus, every time you post something new I have to drop what I’m doing to read it, then find my partner to read it to them (they don’t really read much poetry), and then we both read it again. The dog, the bucket, the dad, the dead dad, the leaves. Congrats!!! But mostly, thank you!