two minions wearing goggles and overalls are waving their hands in the air . ALT: two minions wearing goggles and overalls are waving their hands in the air .

YES!!!! A wonderful young poet and coaching client of several years just got 2 MFA acceptances!!!

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MORNING LOVE POEM Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly, something you were allergic to. And you were gone, like that. You don't have even a single allergy, but still. The dream cracked. Cars nose-dived off snow banks into side streets. Sometimes dreams slip poison, make the living dead then alive again, twirling in an unfamiliar room. It's hard to say I need you enough. Today I did. Walked into your morning shower fully clothed. All the moments we stop ourselves just because we might feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet.

Day—15 National Poetry Month
~ Tara Skurtu
Morning Love Poem (oof)
—It's hard to say I need you enough.
Today I did. Walked into your morning shower fully clothed. All the moments
we stop ourselves just because we might feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet.

Thank you so much for sharing my little poem from The Amoeba Game! ❤️

JOURNALISM IS NOT A CRIME Free Ahmed Shihab-Eldin

Sunrise You wake up, Juan Domínguez, in your Latin American city and open the eyes,

Today's Feature:

"Sunrise" written & translated by Manuel Iris from The Whole Earth is a Garden of Monsters / Toda la Tierra es un Jardín de Monstruos published by University of Arizona Press

Read here:
poems.com/poem/sunrise/

If you're writing and you feel stuck in a draft that isn't yet working, remember: There are no dead ends, only reroutes! What seems like a dead end may simply be asking you to discover into it to find the details/questions/realizations/associations connecting the path you need.

from Kentucky Derby, Salmon Poetry, 2011.

Poem by Andrea Cohen.

It's almost National Poetry Month, which means it's almost time for our Prompt-A-Day! Challenge yourself to write this April with a new prompt every day from poets in our community. All registrations help support our programs & operations. brooklynpoets.org/promptaday

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Assassination Plot Targeting N.Y.C. Palestinian Activist Is Disrupted

"The F.B.I. notified the activist, Nerdeen Kiswani, and her legal team late Thursday that one or more arrests had been made in connection with an imminent attempt on her life, but did not identify the suspects or inform her of the motive, the lawyer said."

World on a String, 2012 - Plume WORLD ON A STRING, 2012 —for Erna Rosenberg   Thunder, and my cats, pure products of America, go crazy at the kitchen door, trapped, the day—which is everything—   promising nothing for them but my de...

I LOVE this poem by Gail Mazur.

plumepoetry.com/world-on-a-s...

I couldn't be a part of this. Staying would just affirm what I think of as a deeply corrupt practice that is also an invasion of my privacy.

Explore dimension jumping, plot, ars poetica, revision and family with Ashunda Norris, Shira Erlichman, @starrdavispoet.bsky.social, I.S. Jones and Gbenga Adesina in the first workshops of our spring season! brooklynpoets.org/workshops/all

Celebrate National Poetry Month with a new prompt every day, written by poets in our community! All registrations will support Brooklyn Poets fellowships, financial aid offerings and free programming. brooklynpoets.org/promptaday

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Oh my goodness, thank you so much for sharing my little poem from The Amoeba Game! ❤️🙏

MORNING LOVE POEM Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly, something you were allergic to. And you were gone, like that. You don't have even a single allergy, but still. The dream cracked. Cars nose-dived off snow banks into side streets. Sometimes dreams slip poison, make the living dead then alive again, twirling in an unfamiliar room. It's hard to say I need you enough. Today I did. Walked into your morning shower fully clothed. All the moments we stop ourselves just because we might feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet.

Poem for your Tuesday
~Tara Skurtu
Morning Love Poem 🤍
—It's hard to say I need you enough.
Today I did. Walked into your morning shower fully clothed. All the moments
we stop ourselves just because we might feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet —

—Tara Skurtu writes beautifully.
It's definitely an oof poem.

I once asked a bookseller at a large indie store how many people would have to buy a book for it to get the attention of the store buyer and cause an additional order and they said: Three.

Do you also have work (paid or unpaid) where you fix things and make them even stronger? What do you repair?

A perfect poem to read in a blizzard.

“Snow” by Mary Ruefle:
www.versedaily.org/2008/snow.sh...

An ICE agent shot and killed Ruben Ray Martinez, a US citizen and San Antonio resident, in March 2025. Then ICE and the Texas Department of Public Safety covered it up. He was 23 years old. I am calling for a full investigation into this shooting, including why there was an 8-month cover up.

Donate to Help Neveen and her family rebuild their lives, organized by Brittany Reeve Help Neveen and her family rebuild their lives Hello everyone! M… Brittany Reeve needs your support for Help Neveen and her family rebuild their lives

Can you help Neveen and her family today? gofund.me/5be7d9cb0

MORNING LOVE POEM Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly, something you were allergic to. And you were gone, like that. You don't have even a single allergy, but still. The dream cracked. Cars nose-dived off snow banks into side streets. Sometimes dreams slip poison, make the living dead then alive again, twirling in an unfamiliar room. It's hard to say I need you enough. Today I did. Walked into your morning shower fully clothed. All the moments we stop ourselves just because we might feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet.

Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️

Help ramzi from Gaza My name is Ramzi from Gaza, I am 20 years old. My house was destroyed and we are living the most difficult days of our lives. My family consists of 4 members and we suffer every day. We have been disp...

Ramzi is raising money to feed his family in Gaa, if you can help. chuffed.org/project/1319...

My @brooklynpoets.bsky.social Revision Intensive is sold out!

Don’t miss your last chance to explore writing your truth and revision in these workshops with @starrdavispoet.bsky.social and @taraskurtu.bsky.social that have deadlines this week ⏳https://brooklynpoets.org/workshops/all

Poem: Anyone’s Son ​--for the family of Trayvon Martin This poem wants to write itself backwards. Wishes it were born memory instead, skipping time like a record needle stuck on the line of your last second. You sit up. Brush not blood, but dirt from your chest. You sit up. You’re in bed. Bad dream. Back to sleep. You sit up. Rise and shine. Good morning. This is the poem of a people united in the uniform of your last day. Pockets full of candy, hooded sweatshirt, sweet tea. This poem wants to stand its ground, silence force with simple words, pray you alive, anyone’s son—tall boy, eye-smile, walk on home.