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still can’t believe that given the choice between “bountiful, free, clean energy from the earth, wind, and sun” and “poisonous dead animal sludge price sensitive to global politics” we keep choosing the latter

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two dogs watching episode five of heated rivalry

two dogs watching episode five of heated rivalry

he got neutered this week and honestly he seems relieved of a terrible burden

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new old dog's been with us seven weeks he's doing great, acclimating nicely, today i'm showing him episode five of heated rivalry

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Nothing is holding you back from doing your worst

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Medical students in Gaza restore one of the oldest libraries after it was bombed by the Israeli occupation.

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oh man today was a lot, this was really lovely to see ❤️❤️ thank you for reading and sharing

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Kristin Lueke | one billion flowers | Glass: A Journal of Poetry

Day 14: “one billion flowers” by Kristin Lueke in @glasspoetry.bsky.social. Love the form, repetition, and sound of this piece — feels like a hymn.

www.glass-poetry.com/journal/2025...

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Nominations

Best New Poets 2026

Hannah Han

Ars Non Poetica

Kristin Lueke

one billion flowers

Glass: A Journal of Poetry

Nominations Best New Poets 2026 Hannah Han Ars Non Poetica Kristin Lueke one billion flowers Glass: A Journal of Poetry

Congrats and good luck to our 2026 Best New Poets nominees!

Hannah Han "Ars Non Poetica"

www.glass-poetry.com/journal/2025...

Kirstin Lueke "one billion flowers"

www.glass-poetry.com/journal/2025...

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three poems!

Three Poems I feel great! I just read three poems!

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜

feel free to post small poems you’ve written, or ones you love by other poets :)

here’s one by my friend @mikeandrelczyk.bsky.social, published this week in Michigan City Review of Books~

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You ‘went to space’? Bitch, face your problems

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went ooga booga mode on a feral cat this week, which is how i discovered i got a little something in me called ooga booga mode

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I would like a little credit for not posting a stream of the most depressing shit I can think of

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taking a small old dog to the beach for the first time

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Love after Love the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

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Submissions are officially open for our May issue! We're seeking poems, stories, essays, artwork and photography. Deadline April 26. We look forward to spending time with all the many ways you see the world. heroinchic.weebly.com

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if we're being honest, i wouldn't mind being ratatouilled, just a bit. just two hours a day. let an ambitious little rat take the wheel

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if anyone lies to my mom today i'm gonna lose it

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i am not currently accepting pranks of any kind

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A faithful, slightly slavish, yet still abstracted digital recreation of The Clash’s London Calling album cover. Featuring a guy lit by a spotlight on a stage in a very wide stance and bent over with his head down, holding an electric guitar like an axe by the neck just an instant before he smashes it into the floor. Small white type at the top reads ‘Maybe it’ll’, then down the left side in pink and the bottom in green larger block lettering reads ‘happen today’.

A faithful, slightly slavish, yet still abstracted digital recreation of The Clash’s London Calling album cover. Featuring a guy lit by a spotlight on a stage in a very wide stance and bent over with his head down, holding an electric guitar like an axe by the neck just an instant before he smashes it into the floor. Small white type at the top reads ‘Maybe it’ll’, then down the left side in pink and the bottom in green larger block lettering reads ‘happen today’.

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Roshan is an excellent journalist and person! If you’ve got money to spare, send some his way

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It's so nice when an artist manifests a thing that has hit your brain on multiple occasions

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poem called not a perfect person that goes like:
i have been ashamed. for the way i crave 
a little violence. how even now, surrounded 
by prayer plant, thriving, i worry what i'll miss 
when i'm gone. i worry that i worry just to prove 
that i care, that i want, knowing what i do 
about wanting—its making & deliberate 
dissatisfaction—nearly nothing, enough 
to know better by now. still i want
quiet. kindness. an end that comes gently. 
call me a clown, i’d like to be loved. 
just not too much. lord, let me never 
be needed. i’d like my first rodeo back—
the day i learned about mutton-busting, inhaled 
deep sweet shit & earth, corn ground & fried, 
watched sideways, through sun-struck braid 
of breathing bodies, mothers whose lives 
i know nothing about gripping their children 
how a child grips small fistfuls of wool, 
told to hold on—always, in the end, helplessly. 
& i, too, helpless but to marvel a minute 
at the man who first built a fence around horses. 
forgive me. i laughed when they fell.

poem called not a perfect person that goes like: i have been ashamed. for the way i crave a little violence. how even now, surrounded by prayer plant, thriving, i worry what i'll miss when i'm gone. i worry that i worry just to prove that i care, that i want, knowing what i do about wanting—its making & deliberate dissatisfaction—nearly nothing, enough to know better by now. still i want quiet. kindness. an end that comes gently. call me a clown, i’d like to be loved. just not too much. lord, let me never be needed. i’d like my first rodeo back— the day i learned about mutton-busting, inhaled deep sweet shit & earth, corn ground & fried, watched sideways, through sun-struck braid of breathing bodies, mothers whose lives i know nothing about gripping their children how a child grips small fistfuls of wool, told to hold on—always, in the end, helplessly. & i, too, helpless but to marvel a minute at the man who first built a fence around horses. forgive me. i laughed when they fell.

another poem called poem with possibilities (incomplete):

say—the angels were vengeful, also accurate. 
i hot-hand my psalms. kneel at the antler 
& the antler were a room. a body would listen,
my enemy might speak. i knew what to yodle 
& you dreamt what you mean. say we heard 
a thinking buffalo. your thoughts were loudly 
read aloud. you slept through the week & changed 
your heart, i changed my middle name. 
the better were the devil, yet i know a softer nail. 
different loved to gamble. grace was just a word. 
every whisper box gets emptied & i haven’t any tea. 
say i could have a moment to gather my particles 
while the road runs out to kill you. say i wore the weather 
& the weather turned mean. say i said if i’m tired—
you told me you’re tired. say i believe you.

another poem called poem with possibilities (incomplete): say—the angels were vengeful, also accurate. i hot-hand my psalms. kneel at the antler & the antler were a room. a body would listen, my enemy might speak. i knew what to yodle & you dreamt what you mean. say we heard a thinking buffalo. your thoughts were loudly read aloud. you slept through the week & changed your heart, i changed my middle name. the better were the devil, yet i know a softer nail. different loved to gamble. grace was just a word. every whisper box gets emptied & i haven’t any tea. say i could have a moment to gather my particles while the road runs out to kill you. say i wore the weather & the weather turned mean. say i said if i’m tired— you told me you’re tired. say i believe you.

heard a few of you guys like poems

(thanks @wildroofjournal.bsky.social i love you)

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The Secret, by James Tadd Adcox — The Bulb Region The Secret — James Tadd Adcox HIS BEST FRIEND OF MANY YEARS, who had been living...

"His best friend of many years, who had been living for as long as either could remember across the country from him, had told him a secret which he had promised never to reveal; and now she had died."

"The Secret" at @sarpsozdinler.bsky.social's excellent new journal, @bulbregion.bsky.social

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a bunch of hats that say dumb shit (that i love) like i love shoplifting

a bunch of hats that say dumb shit (that i love) like i love shoplifting

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grey crop top that says "i have rabies" in white type, the serifs are a nice touch

grey crop top that says "i have rabies" in white type, the serifs are a nice touch

gonna start sending my mom screenshots of my targeted ads so she fully understands who she raised

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He raised us… our first anti capitalist globalist text was literally animaniacs

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a bunch of drafts that were certainly better left unsent at the time, such as "baddies love french onion soup."

a bunch of drafts that were certainly better left unsent at the time, such as "baddies love french onion soup."

i'm not going into national poetry month with a folder full of drafts, i can tell you that much

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