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Armen Davoudian from “The Palace of Forty Pillars” 💙 ✨
January 6, 2026 at 10:59 AM
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Robert Wood Lynn.
January 5, 2026 at 2:14 PM
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Sarah Rose Nordgren

those final few lines are untouchable
THE PERFORMANCE It's not right that she should do this to her boddy as she speaks, but it's the only way we can understand her. We who weren't raised on sand and cherry pits. Whose stepfathers held their tempers. The South is a mean place we forget about. The windows boarded up all over town. She says, dogs chased her down the tar- soaked road like devils. Each dog with three heads, three tails. She says, we might've mocked her story, but never now. First, she strikes nails against her chest like matches. Then, when we think we can't take more from her, she eats her own hands. Who are we now to say that art should not destroy us?
January 5, 2026 at 2:02 PM
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therumpus.net/2025/12/31/o...
“One Consolidated Gasp:” A Conversation with Rickey Laurentiis - The Rumpus
“I remember there was a moment, where I would write a poem, and I would put it immediately on Instagram. And it was just that gesture of extending a hand, and it wasn’t about the poem, it wasn’t for p...
therumpus.net
January 4, 2026 at 6:05 PM
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I’ve gotten a lot of great feedback on this post, so I’m sharing it again: How to Read Poetry like a Poet: open.substack.com/pub/joseoliv...
Read Like A Poet Vol. 1
Featuring Jack Gilbert's The Forgotten Dialect of The Heart
open.substack.com
May 21, 2025 at 5:57 PM
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What a gut punch of a quote. Oof. Thank you, Corey Zeller, for this stunner! Read the full poem at the link below. 🐦‍⬛

blackbird.vcu.edu/a-good-way-t...
White page with a chartreuse border. Title at top reads, “A Good Way to Fall in Love is to Turn Off the Headlights and Drive Very Fast Down Dark Roads.” Beneath the title is the author name, “Corey Zeller” Below, a block of prose reads: “In this poem, a poet says he cannot recognize his hands. In this poem, a poet says blossom a lot. Blossom after blossom after blossom. In this poem, Dean Young says we are full of holes. In another poem, Dean Young and Tony Hoagland talk about birds. About Dean Young’s heart surgery. How the new heart learning to beat inside him was like poetry.” A horizontal line separates the text from the footer. At the bottom left, italic text reads, “Poetry / Blackbird v24n1.” At the bottom right is a small blackbird icon. Black-and-white portrait photograph of Corey Zeller on what appears to be a train, seated next to a window at a table. The image is framed by a chartreuse border.
January 2, 2026 at 6:10 PM
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alinaetc.bsky.social
Still fascinated by the slant rhyme of shadows in this.
ahistoryinart.bsky.social Richard Morris @ahistoryinart.bsky.social · 12d
'The Glass Bowl.' (1920) William Nicholson was particularly fond of using glassware as the main focus of his still lifes. The properties of the contrasting shapes and reflections provided endless painterly possibilities for him to show off his treatment of light, tone, and form.
January 2, 2026 at 10:38 PM
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Sharing the opening poem, “Pseudo Myth” from MORE FLOWERS, out with @triohousepress.org on February 1st, 2026! 🌺

#smallpoemsunday
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Pseudo Myth Again, I've confused the horseman for the horse, the artillery of a muscle for a minor hero's sling. What we do in the name of obedience, not thinking wonder has anything to gain over wit. The wheel, at times, will envy the hands that clutch it. The horse, the inoperable reigns. Trust me. I, who have neither head nor heart, whose name is not mine but Girl. What's torn through the center is as good a guide as any.
December 28, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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sarahmillswrites.bsky.social
ooh yes
this is what we call voice
#booksky
the cover of THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE THE TIME WAR by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, depicting a red cardinal and blue bird
January 1, 2026 at 2:49 PM
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neonpajamas.bsky.social
One of my new favorite prose poems has entered the chat

Hedgie Choi, from her debut collection Salvage (2025)
February 9, 2025 at 11:02 PM
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vinod kumar shukla ji's passing feels oddly personal, an unnavigable grief. his words are the closest i've come to feeling understood by poetry. grateful i had the fortune of interviewing him earlier this year. rest in peace, vinod ji. this loss is monumental.

blackbird.vcu.edu/interview-wi...
Interview with Vinod Kumar Shukla
blackbird.vcu.edu
December 24, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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Introducing Banshee 20 poets! We're delighted to be featuring work by
@colmbrennan.bsky.social | @hettycliss.bsky.social | Polina Cosgrave | @satyadash.bsky.social | Stephen de Búrca | @michaeldooley.bsky.social | Malcolm Greenlee Farley | @racheljeffcoat.bsky.social | Finn Dunne Leavy (1/2)
bansheepress.bsky.social Banshee Press @bansheepress.bsky.social · Oct 19
Issue 20 (autumn/winter 2025) has gone to print! Our landmark 20th issue, guest edited by acclaimed author @clarakiyoko.bsky.social, has a speculative fiction theme and marks our tenth anniversary in print. The beautiful cover art is by @erinconnally.bsky.social ✨

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Issue 20 | Autumn/Winter 2025 — Banshee Press
Guest edited by Clara Kumagai 154 pages ISSN: 2009-857X ISBN: 978-1-917161-18-3 Cover art by Erin Connally
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October 23, 2025 at 10:03 AM
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trying to force myself to share at least the occasional poem, now that I'm throwing new work against the walls. this one was published in Southern Indiana Review 🖤 I wrote it in a time when I had not really slept for many months and was going insane.
GABRIELLE BATES New Baroque Derangement I was conceived in a restless biome, a riot of wisteria. Unguarded. Bitch of blue. A woman pushed her tongue into my mouth and it was good weather. There were spirals, spirals at the heart as pure lasso—ice pure loss skipping liquid, straight to air I could and couldn't bare because I was and wasn't. Combing a lone shore there under the moonlit backwash of receding waves, all that grit in my gums and oceanscape's overlappings, I am telling you in that fading cyanic I saw your faces. In the sands. I saw. Every person I might have been or birthed I could not reach but I could see. A consciousness I'd once called mine clambering into a swan boat. And high above, and far around, the rope of air caught music's meat. I saw what seeing used to mean.
September 14, 2025 at 7:05 PM
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Not sure any work of art haunts me like this one
Landscape with the fall of Icarus
September 12, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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Poet Talk about Trees featuring @farahghafoor.bsky.social!

Tune in for talk about trees, snails, time and more. Available where you listen to podcasts: poettalk.buzzsprout.com/2362005/epis...
a yellow background with an orange tree; and then TREES and a few other phrases in dark green and black
September 12, 2025 at 5:38 PM
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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
waxwingmag.org/items/issue3...
September 9, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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On 16 July, The Poetry Society was delighted to present the launch readings for the Summer 2025 issue of The Poetry Review, edited by Wayne Holloway-Smith, with guest readers Kaveh Akbar, Bonnie Hancell, Jacob Polley and Martha Sprackland.

In this one-poem extract, Martha Sprackland reads (...)
August 18, 2025 at 11:04 AM
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Today’s poem is selected by Chen Chen (@chenchenwrites.bsky.social) as part of the 20th anniversary of Read A Little Poetry.

“It will all work out okay” appeared in High Lonesome by Allison Titus, published by Saturnalia Books, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
August 3, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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My second book of poems, LO-FI CITADELS, has been accepted at Wayne State University Press and will be published in 2026. Very grateful and excited to share with you.

Here's a poem from the book, "Bus Stop Promenade," originally published a while back in @kenyonreview.bsky.social
July 22, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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A typical Bangalore July!
July 22, 2025 at 7:23 PM
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From Franny Choi's book, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On: bookshop.org/a/862/9780063240087

#poem #books #writing
July 19, 2025 at 6:10 PM
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Lucky to have two new poems in the just-dropped Spring issue of @kenyonreview.bsky.social 🖤

I also have audio up on the website. You can log in & read the whole stellar issue (so many of my faves!) & hear each of us read here: kenyonreview.org
Many thx to the editors!
SYMPTOMS OF IMPOSSIBLE HISTORIES Suppose narrative untells us. The sentences prose imposes. The forced encounter in a simile. Just like my mother. Just like your father. The mickey of vodka hidden in your belt. A migration from within language: shadows, daughters, voices. How metaphor makes us foreign. Not only to the other, but to ourselves. To know and not know. All at once. How little of us silence might have disowned. How little known a river until it crawls out of a belly and slithers across the grass to press itself against the throats of the daffodils.
July 11, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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This poem by Carl Phillips. Like whoa.
June 24, 2025 at 7:11 PM
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Tickled to be featured on the Best American Poetry blog with this poem: blog.bestamericanpoetry.com/the_best_ame...
A.E. Stallings: Pick of the Week [ed. Terence Winch]
______________________________________________________________________ Empathy My love, I’m grateful tonight Our listing bed isn’t a raft Precariously adrift As we dodge the coast guard light, And cla...
blog.bestamericanpoetry.com
June 23, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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I am so sorry to hear of Martha Silano’s passing. Celebrate poets while they are with us. Remember them after. Read them, always. ❤️
samrasnake.bsky.social Sam Rasnake @samrasnake.bsky.social · Apr 23
“Because why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of baking
thirteen pies, six bumbleberry, seven sour cherry? I wouldn’t
press myself into a grief box, but I will confess I’m happiest
under a sleeping sky, love the darkness”
Martha Silano
#poetry
“Because why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of baking thirteen pies, six bumbleberry, seven sour cherry? I wouldn’t press myself into a grief box, but I will confess I’m happiest under a sleeping sky, love the darkness” Martha Silano #poetry
May 7, 2025 at 8:03 PM