the guy in the crowd saying "welcome to the war zone" through a megaphone for president

DARK LIKE UNDER by Alice Chadwick (@biblioasis.bsky.social). Reviewed by @wildsustenance.bsky.social. necessaryfiction.com/reviews/dark...

I did indeed price train tickets from Windsor—but there's a virtual attendance option you can register for here, too.

Counterpoint: people are complex

A list of words for coffee in ten different languages...

10. Welsh = coffi
9. French = café
8. Manx = caffee
7. Romanian = cafea
6. Dutch = koffie
5. German = kaffee
4. Swedish = kaffe
3. Malagasy = kafe
2. Icelandic = kaffi
1. Ojibwe = makade-mashkikiwaaboo (literally “black medicine water”)

should probably rebrand as "Oldies but Goodies"

YOU’RE A LECTERN oh wait

phew am I enjoying having an adult at the podium

I don't know what to do with myself anymore, so it seems that I do this. follow along if you are similarly aimless and besotted by poems.

Lmao

this is *not* my favourite poem, for once, but it's still a good one (and a favourite poet, and my favourite blue heron).

Today, Canada recognises the State of Palestine.
 
My statement: www.pm.gc.ca/en/news/stat...

Someone was trying to take a portrait of their two fave Chickens, and this happened.

I wrote about—surprise—my favourite poem.

Thank you to @thewalrus.ca for including Robyn Sarah's new collection WE'RE SOMEWHERE ELSE NOW in their 'Best Books of Fall 2025'!

For those of you in Montreal, a reminder that Robyn Sarah will be launching her book tomorrow, September 18, @ 5PM at Librairie Bertrand. We hope you can make it!

A lovely German phrase for describing a place in the middle of nowhere is wo sich Fuchs und Hase gute Nacht sagen. It means “where the fox and hare say goodnight.”

The greatest thing, he said, was presence
To be yourself in your own time, to stand up
That poetry was precision, raw precision
Truth and compassion: genius

that's mine own Tony Hoagland receiving a blessing from Phil Levine in the thumbnail

to the extreme!

it's not a digit, it's a number, I don't know how words work, this is why I got a 70.3

Anyhoo joke's on me, recipient of a single digit representing the average of three scores assigned by an unknown number of assessors who rejected my grant application, indeed I see myself as a creature driven and derided by vanityyyyyyy

When time was up I'd erase the number and say, "Hope you all had fun at Araby!" And slowly they would figure it out, the number was meaningless, part of growing up is realizing you've misunderstood, or there's nothing there to understand.

I used to have a lot of fun teaching James Joyce's "Araby" by writing some opaque talking points and a random number on the board & soliciting a volunteer to lead discussion, then periodically increasing or decreasing the number while the class desperately tried to figure out why, what it meant.