Dean Norton
zentinl.bsky.social
Dean Norton
@zentinl.bsky.social
somewhere between cold coffee
and used twist ties
is a paper life
in an automatic heart
Appreciate that reading, Stace—really do.🙏✨
January 19, 2026 at 4:47 AM
Thanks so much, Merril! I never know what is going to work or not which is just another reason I value our community here. 🙏✨
January 19, 2026 at 4:46 AM
So appreciate that, C. Glad it worked for you.🙏
January 19, 2026 at 4:45 AM
Lovely comment. Thank you for reading, Philippa!
January 19, 2026 at 4:44 AM
Dense and highly visual, Stace. By mid-poem rising tension has gone from room-pacing restlessness to desperate ricocheting off the walls—off her life. Propelled with a choppy, staccato structure that keeps us as-off center as she. By the end the early resolution as turned to grim determination. 👏💥👏💥
January 19, 2026 at 4:20 AM
Gorgeously minimalist and the type of poem that inspires lift my work. The arcs you draw here, Merril—cosmological, temporal, emotional exist at once in the space. 👏❤️
January 18, 2026 at 4:15 AM
Propelling us, leaking away from us, and finally abandoning us. Marvelous turn at the prompt, Philippa!✨
January 17, 2026 at 4:41 PM
By the time we reach the end we are lost in time like the protagonist. So effective and poignant. Thanks for sharing it with us, Mike.
January 17, 2026 at 4:35 PM
Awkward, playful, wistful all with the melancholy of recollection. Great piece. 👏
January 17, 2026 at 3:54 AM
C - Gorgeous exploration of a moment. You capture a sense of agonized suspension.👏
January 17, 2026 at 3:46 AM
So appreciate that reading, C. 🙏
January 11, 2026 at 6:09 PM
Gorgeous, Victoria. The last two stanzas transported me. And you employ enjambment deftly to serve the emotional pace. 👏
January 11, 2026 at 6:00 PM
"all your best intentions, unsaid,
living / as some kind of receipt / but meaning doesn't settle /
it doesn't." Stace, this is such a razor. It's so recognizable but somehow completely new. Reading it exploded brain cells. As ever, you have a way of piercing through when writing about relationships
January 10, 2026 at 7:59 PM
January 10, 2026 at 7:53 PM
Dawn, I am in love with this. I can't pick out any one line because it coherence is complete. Night made real. Magic. ✨✨
January 10, 2026 at 7:46 PM
Carolyn, that final stanza is such a distillation of this grim place we find ourselves in. It lands like a gut kick and we're all feeling it viscerally.
January 10, 2026 at 7:43 PM
C, "the #symphony of a parliament of dusk & chirps & tweets" is one of those lines we all look for and it is gorgeous. I've read, and re-read and keep finding more. And you do that with such economy. Bravo!✨
January 10, 2026 at 7:40 PM
Another banger with no pulled punches. At all. And the line you pick from the "presser" in the title is unexpected and tortured which does SO much to add heat and fury to the arc. It reads pent-up and ready to blow. I hope was a bit of a bleeder valve. Fantastic, John.👏
January 10, 2026 at 7:39 PM
Karen, such a great through-line of electricity, in words and the vibe and the pivot at the end was beautiful.⚡⚡
January 10, 2026 at 7:33 PM
Talk about crackle! You really grab that electric moment, Philippa! The "slicked tongue-magnet skin" image is 🔥.
January 10, 2026 at 1:22 AM
Thanks, Paul. Much appreciated!🙏🏻
December 15, 2025 at 6:15 PM