It's April! Happy National Poetry Month, poets. Where we submitting this month?

Derek N. Otsuji Swim I slip under — pulled by the amniotic tug of memory — the arms remember that they were oars, legs fuse into a fluke, webbing flares between digits of the hand. Sunlight on the body’s smooth vessel, rippling — I descend the shaft of time, and from the glass elevator step out into dream. The breath encapsulates a shimmering wish, vanishes on contact with the upper air. I am a blue-lipped fish moving down corridors dissolving into transparency where all pathways — in all directions now open before me — as if everything were still possible, the imagined other life, suspended.

Today on Glass!

"Swim" by Derek N. Otsuji!

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Thrilled (and honored) to be able to include this amazing poem in Glass!

... wait... is that not normal?

Issue 22 of @screen_door_review is live and ready to be loved. ❤️📚🌈

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#queer #southern #poetry #flashfiction

Send your work to @asteralesjournal.bsky.social!! They are 1,000,000% the best!

Okay, poets, where we sending our work in March?

Bonus points if they don't charge reading fees.

Double bonus points if they're reading period is more than 15 minutes

How am I supposed to only pick three of these?!? 😍😍😍

welp, someone at this grocery store called Pączki "donuts" and now the cops are here

This feels like I'm getting Taylor Swift tickets and I hate Taylor Swift

One minute and the @havehashad.com submission portal was already closed. No tickets for me 😂

New poem, same muse. Thank you to @anthonyframe.bsky.social for making space for this one in @glasspoetry.bsky.social, a journal I have loved for so very long.

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Holding the world in my heart, as well. 💙

Omg that's such a good one!

THE THING I'M GOING TO DO IS NOTHING! 😎😎

well, I'm not getting anything done for the rest of the week, thank you, Ross 👍

A young David Attenborough looking pretty hot

A young David Attenborough looking pretty hot

A young David Attenborough looking pretty hot

Look, I know everything is terrible and the world is a dumpster fire and many of us are terrified of whatever hellscape notification is going to pop up next, so I think it's important to take a second and remember that, when he was a young man, Sir David Attenborough was a 100% certifiable hottie.

Christmas Poem The part I'm most interested in is the part where he's also 100% human, the part where he's a budding baby reaching for his mother's milk, where he sees the world around him but isn't sure how big it is. I imagine him learning to talk, his tongue testing its limits, his mind tasting each syllable as they stretch through his throat. And that first wobbly step, did he smile, did he shine with pride like the clouds in all those paintings? I forget, sometimes, that he was a boy, chasing snakes or digging holes in the sand, playing desert games with the other desert boys. I like him that way, human, flesh and bone and muscle, a scrapped knee, a wondering eye as it watches the birds soaring through the sky. I know there's more to him than me, but even if he's all you say, I'm not sure that's the best part. The best part is the idea that god could have a little bit of me in him, that even god's voice, once in a while, might crack in the middle of a song. I like that like I like the man looking up, looking beyond the clouds, beyond even the stars. I can believe in the man who looked at the sky and, like me, sighed with longing.

Happiest of holidays, everyone 💛

Thanks, Adam. Still a long road, but this is a big step and we're so excited for her to be here, now.

Love to you and L and yours.

My mother in law ringing the bell after completing 12 weeks of chemotherapy

So incredibly proud of my mother in law who, yesterday, finished 12 weeks of chemotherapy. She's kicking that cancer's butt like the heavyweight champ we've always known she is.

This grocery store has gone all in on the holiday season by playing, so far, Nirvana ("Lithium"), Guns N Roses ("Welcome to the Jungle"), and Garbage ("Queer").

White wall with the shadow of leaves cast upon it. Black text that reads "As the garden starts to silence, I think, Is this what it's like to hear/a god? I want to scream like a star exploding, but instead I sit/and hold my wife's hand and wait" From Reading Rosebud Ben-Oni's Turn Around, BRXGHT XYXS While Listening to Tori Amos's Cover of Total Eclipse of the Heart During the Total Solar Eclipse" by Anthony Frame

Relationships, music, poetry, and heavenly bodies interact and eclipse one another in this poem by @anthonyframe.bsky.social

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Well, that Ohio Arts Council grant panel review could have gone *a lot* worse

also, could someone tell my eyes they are wrong I don't need bifocals please and thank you very much

Just started Katabasis by R.F. Kuang and... wow this is a fun read.

A note by @anthonyframe.bsky.social on Threads reminded me: November deadlines. Are not in my budget due to the adding up of submission fees. I know it’s an evil empire, but Google forms or just email would work fine. I’ve used email as an editor just fine.

That's too much, Emma. I've spent weeks prepping to do less than the least. 😶

It didn't use to be this way 😭

It's so depressing, Stefanie 😔. I think I ended up looking at 75-100 journals and only found like 4 that don't charge fees

I literally just saw one that offered fee waivers but had "run out of our annual fee waivers for the period" and I almost threw my work computer across my office 😂