Black text on white background of the linked poem "Needlework"
“In the early dark, / I begin the slow work / of stitching something…”
Read “Needlework” and two other incredible poems by Brynn Martin in our inaugural issue today:
swiftslitmag.com/brynn-martin
Black text on white background of the poem "Lament with Waning Crescent" by Amorak Huey, available to read at the link in the post.
"The patterns / of distance are well established between us. Is an unread poem / a kind of broken promise?"
Every time we see a new @amorak.bsky.social poem, we make sure to read it. Be sure to read his newest in the first issue of @swiftslitmag.bsky.social:
swiftslitmag.com/amorak-huey
Tomorrow! 1pm at the AWP bookfair. Stop by to say hi.
Good morning! @identitytheory.bsky.social remains open for micro subs only! Please read the guidelines and send your little weirds my way! www.identitytheory.com/about/micro-...
One of the poems in the collection was first published in The Inflectionist Review. www.inflectionism.com/20-molly-aki...
One of the poems in the chap found a first home in @identitytheory.bsky.social: www.identitytheory.com/executor-tan...
Multiple copies of my poetry chapbook Hospice fanned on top of a stone surface.
I'm headed to AWP for the first time! Looking forward to soaking up great readings and picking up a fresh stack of books. I'll be at booth #600 signing my chabook HOSPICE on Saturday at 1pm. Hope to see you there!
So delighted to have work in the first issue of @swiftslitmag.bsky.social alongside poets I admire.
A photo collage of authors Mat Johnson, Nicola Griffith, Fonda Lee, Darcie Little Badger, and Pete Rock. It reads "Announcing our 2026 selection panel!" at the top, and has the Ursula K. Le Guin Prize for Fiction logo at the bottom right.
We're thrilled to announce the panel of authors who will select the recipient of the 2026 Ursula K. Le Guin Prize for Fiction:
Nicola Griffith
Mat Johnson
Fonda Lee
Darcie Little Badger
Peter Rock
Anyone can nominate work for this $25,000 prize; nominations will be open March 1st through 31st.
My newsletter’s back up & running after a little break! This month features a fantastic @susanpoet.bsky.social poem, the first issue of @swiftslitmag.bsky.social, a video poem, & more.
jeremymichaelreed.beehiiv.com/p/february-2...
Thrilled to have two pieces in the first issue of @swiftslitmag.bsky.social!
Postponed due to the ick that has invaded my house. I'll see you soon Northampton!
Excited for this debut!
broadsidebooks.com/event/2026-0...
Excited to kick off 2026 with a reading at Broadside Bookshop! Join me in person on Tuesday, January 20th at 7pm. I'll be reading from my recently published chapbook Hospice and my full-length manuscript.
Sharing this elegy for Renee Nicole Good, from Minneapolis poet Danez Smith:
“The role of us poets is to witness the world…With attention as our tool and duty, we turn to grief, to love, to the natural world around us, to our own lives, and to our countries.”
www.harpersbazaar.com/culture/feat...
postcard collage with aphorism
Characters from the 1995 movie Clueless (Cher Horowitz, Dionne Davenport, and Tai Frasier) standing on a purple carpeted staircase holding cell phones.
You will be visited by three spirits
POETS: If you're not exactly a spring chicken (I consider myself a mid-to-late-summer bird) I highly recommend taking a gander (sorry, not trying to pun, it just happened) at The Stern Prize. What a lovely framework for a prize: 50 & over. I mean, it takes a half-century to unlearn some things, yes?
So excited to hear today that I'll have some work in the first issue!!
This is my favorite tradition too! Bring on the book flood!
Don’t buy anything today. ✊
Read a book. Rest as much as you can.
(Write a list of things to buy later.)
#nobuy #blackfriday 📚💙
New journal accepting submissions
Thanks to @maudlinhouse.bsky.social for picking up the first of a series of med side effect poems.
November 22, 2025 Evolution Molly Akin One time I lost words. They slipped out and were buried under sand, finely ground, collected, disbursed. I waited. One time I lost sorrow; it slipped out and was buried under sand. Finely ground shells and bits of fur. One time my ancestors came walking out of the sea. They collected the bits of rock and bone and feather and fur and fashioned me. Now I fly with open mouth, trailing words and shouting meaning: “Look at what I lost.” Another swoop, closer to the ground now: “Look at what I found.” Now tusks curl from my mouth. I charge at memory, tossing aside its fragile weight that once pined me hollow. Now I am the one who will turn and return, slipping gently into water.
what a piece today, from Molly Akin!!
"One time I lost words. They slipped out and were buried under sand, finely ground, collected, disbursed."
https://www.havehashad.com/mf5jn
Woot woot!
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of it’s Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places, we Like Individuals go Who something lost, the seeking for Is all that’s left them, now -
Congratulations and cheers! 🍻 Thanks for sharing reason for hope.
Very much looking forward to reading with @janehuffman.bsky.social and Patrick Donnelly virtually on 11/20, 7pm EST. Hosted by the wonderful @poetmercurio.bsky.social: bit.ly/HospiceBookL...
