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we created exquisite corpse poems for ASOOPP2 (2022)! here’s one with lines by me, @unsavorywench.bsky.social, Will Davis, @seagoatscreams.bsky.social, @letitia.bsky.social, @roanna.bsky.social, Ankit Raj Ojha & @glenn-a-barker.bsky.social !

free PDF: tinyurl.com/2023asoopp2

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image of a page from an online book of poetry. white background, black text. all lowercase letters. title is all uppercase & bold. text is left-justified & reads as follows: INVERSE THEORY I am at the fault line. No fault of mine can hide. Trembling, I am not ready, but there is no cult of my body; no temple entrance. What gongs inside this mountain? It beats itself unsacred inside a sealed cave. And what of the wingbeat in you chorusing in me? What is it about journeying together seeming good on paper but not in real life? Is it that life lifts the proportionality sign off love's equation only to burden lovers with pestering constraints? Or can there be equality of power between us in the subtle dance that divides love and loathing? image of a page from an online poetry collection. it follows the previous image. white background with black text. word contributor names in uppercase, bold with their lines underneath their names. first sentence/heading is underlined. text is left-justified & reads as follows: Original lines contributed in order: K WEBER I am at the fault line. No fault of mine ***also chose title after poem completed SIERRA RITTUE can hide. trembling—i am not ready. But WILL DAVIS There is no cult of my body No temple entrance ANKH SPICE What gongs inside this mountain-it beats itself unsacred inside a sealed cave. LETITIA JIJU And what of the wingbeat in you chorusing in me - ROANNA FERNANDES What is it about journeying together seeming good on paper but not in real life? ANKIT RAJ OJHA Is it that life lifts the proportionality sign off love's equation only to burden lovers with pestering constraints? GLENN BARKER Or can there be equality of power between us in the subtle dance that divides love and loathing
November 16, 2024 at 6:41 PM
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here’s another look at a past #donatedwordspoetry poem from A SUM OF OUR POETIC PARTS: VOL. 1 (2022)! i was pleased to have @elizabethditty.com, Dawn Watts, Erik Fuhrer, Tzynya Pinchback & @psmwrites.bsky.social take part in “to taste”💚

free PDF & audio: tinyurl.com/2022asoopp1
image of a page from an online book of poetry. white background, black text. all lowercase letters. title is underlined. text reads as follows: to taste i long for the tongue to taste sassafras as the root bark bites, flavorful. i'm told it's dangerous which makes me want to jump in puddles of it with no rain- coat; flit around bygone days' root beer like a humming- bird getting just enough, to dulcify long-awaited longing. image of a page from an online poetry collection. it follows the previous image. white background with black text. word contributor names in bold. text is right-justified & reads as follows: Elizabeth Ditty - sassafras Dawn Watts - flavorful Erik Fuhrer - raincoat Tzynya Pinchback - hummingbird Preston Smith - dulcify
November 15, 2024 at 4:21 PM
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more from #donatedwordspoetry past! THIS ASSEMBLY (2019) involved 150+ ppl!

this poem features words sent by:
@moozeekfan.bsky.social, C Smith, S Richards, @douglas-menagh.bsky.social, @carawaterfall.bsky.social, E Horan, M Hudson & J Ramsey!

free PDF & audio: tinyurl.com/thisassembly2019
image of a page from an online book of poetry. white background, black text. title is capitalized. text reads as follows: END OF MAY There was no time for the cellar as wind went dripping like washed knives. The chimera of safety howled, train-like, when nothing was safe. Benighted, after the glow of a good dinner, day- light fell into dark plumage, dead weight. Trees whittled to sharp pencils: shavings drawn down as curtains before the sideways shower. To reify that night in story involves how buildings lost their topmost stories. Neighbors had their sleep stolen maybe for weeks. The fissure opened lines of devastated communication. image is a page from an online book of poetry. it follows the previous image in the original PDF. background is grayish green. text is white. word donor names are capitalized and left-justified while their word contributions are all lowercase and right-justified. text reads as follows: NATHAN LIND cellar C.R. SMITH dripping SARAH RICHARDS chimera DOUGLAS MENAGH benighted CARA WATERFALL plumage ELISABETH HORAN reify MILLIE HUDSON maybe JASON RAMSEY fissure
November 13, 2024 at 1:13 AM
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here’s a #donatedwordspoetry throwback from A SUM OF OUR POETIC PARTS: VOL. 2 (2023)!

words contributed by:
@oormilaprahlad.bsky.social, @grousehollow.bsky.social, @merrildsmith.bsky.social , @kimmannix.bsky.social & @thesweetmaris.bsky.social!

free PDF here: tinyurl.com/2023asoopp2
image of a page from an online poetry collection. white background with black text. title is underlined. donated words are in bold text. text reads as follows: This is a parable of pollen. A sneeze summons samara: the head so safe near the halo of a pillow- nuzzled feline. An affirmation dressed in yellow dusts the outside of a porch swing of a nose of a tree and leaves the eyes to water like tears. It's not always distress but stresses the blessed moment intersecting histamine and heart- skip. This is the itch of quintessence; a little thing bringing release but eating away at you. image of a page from an online poetry collection. it follows the previous image. white background with black text. word contributor names in bold. text is centered & reads as follows: Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad - pollen Michael Metivier - samara Merril Smith - feline Kim Mannix - affirmation Marisa Silva-Dunbar - quintessence
November 12, 2024 at 1:43 AM