HIND (after Thomas Wyatt’s “Whoso List to Hunt”) Just before the turn at the end of line eight, the hunter’s breath gives out, becomes general: wind from a net.

luv this poem on @poetrydaily.bsky.social today by @kristencase.bsky.social

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Audience by Derrick Austin When I think on Your nearness, I picture a lizard biting my thumb. We're both rather private, and I'm not quick. That's why I'm writing. I love listening for You from this distance. Truth be told, I'm comforted by Your steady silence and absence. I know You are there by how often I feel Your absence, not at all like abandonment, not wholly like loneliness, which has its share, but also like the wake that follows when I leave a friend's potluck into cold streets crazed by ice. If You are a grammatical mood, You are homo irrealis. If You are a verb, You are a copula. You were the year I lived in a food desert. The year of the solar eclipse. The year of the abscess and overdraft fees. The year Lake Merritt reeked of death, choked by algal bloom: yellowfins, flounder, crabs, striped bass, and bat rays choked by algal bloom. The year I landed in Florence, I was the only one from my flight questioned (first in Italian, then English): Where are you from? Not African? How much money do you have on you? Where is your passport? Why are you here? In the Convent of San Marco where, once, friars tended a garden of simples and a great library of 400 books, Fra Angelico painted frescoes inside their cells, a small scene from the life of Christ beside a smaller window, and each cell I entered shook me like a good line break, a poem's leap of faith, and in my unknowing, and in my surprise, was happiness. Fra Angelico knew what to withhold, scripture being a shared language, and painted details, not props. The door to hell kicked off its hinges, indelible, sure. But the nails. The bent nail.

Happy to have a new prose poem out today that came out of a transformative morning I spent in Florence looking at Fra Angelico’s paintings.

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'Iran Is Not Gaza': Read Arundhati Roy's Scathing Speech on the US-Israeli War Exclusive: The award-winning Indian novelist warns that the world is on the brink of nuclear calamity and economic collapse, and laments her own government's gutlessness.

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buying when i return to the states💖

If Anyone Asks by Dean Young "Maybe the unknown still loves me. Maybe it wants me dead."

Dean Young in @onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
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The Beach Where All Babies Are Born | Patricia Lockwood We mailed ourselves the moonstones home.Ten pounds of them, a private beachThat cuts and cuts and cuts the feet.Where all babies are born, but not any of

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text graphic featuring a portion of Marcus Jackson's poem. it reads: Pardon my heart if you have to kick it out. After you’ve muzzled the music and brightened the lights to tidy, my heart will ignore and keep doing its little two-step, aglow in the middle of the room, never happier to have nowhere else to go.

"I can’t imagine feeling less, or caring less. That’s not the heart I have," @maggiesmithpoet.bsky.social shares in today's episode of The Slowdown, number 1469.

Read "Pardon My Heart" by Marcus Jackson — from PARDON: POEMS — and our full episode transcript: https://bit.ly/4lbRRqu

Astonishment by Wisława Szymborska "What made me fill myself with me so squarely?"

Astonishment by Wisława Szymborska
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[ ] Dear, I wished you heavens. / If not heavens, earths.

Love this poem by #LadanOsman that was on Poem-a-Day a few days ago.
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honored to talk about poetry with incarcerated communities thx to aaron hand & this amazing podcast project

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From @kathyfagan.bsky.social's book, Bad Hobby: bookshop.org/a/862/9781571315458

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A master class in rhyme. Elizabeth Bishop poetryfoundation.us12.list-manage.com/track/click?...

Tomatoes The best ones / I ever ate I ate / that summer,

love this poem-a-day selection
by @katrinavanden.bsky.social

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super intrigued by this poem @poetrydaily.bsky.social @circumferencemag.bsky.social @kirajosefsson.bsky.social 💜

luv this issue. thx @ninthletter.bsky.social 💚

lil gem from the paris review archive #lisarussspaar

Join this supportive poetry workshop 11/22. Zoom only. Register through Hudson Valley Writers Center. Would love to read your work!

2 very new poems. Thx, The Account❣️

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check out this poetry podcast, a favorite of mine❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

our so-called christian govt giving more demonic energy every day

Take This Waltz by Federico García Lorca The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs

Take This Waltz by Federico García Lorca
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Homecoming One bridge and then another over the fisherman’s net / of steel water and high, secreting grasses.

Really love this lush & surprising lyric on the Academy's Poem-a-Day today.
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Thanks to @onlypoemsmag.bsky.social for running these poems from the forthcoming book & a super insightful interview. Thank you, Karan & Shannan!
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Lamis asks for funds for a tent to shelter her three very young children. Before being displaced by bombing, she was in her 3rd year of dental school. Now she's fighting to keep her family alive during a genocide. Please share and support her campaign:

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