Oh no! Hopefully we’re in the same place/s sometime soon.
Posts by Isaac Pickell
a couple beauties!
I was trying to aim low so I didn’t scare off any potential employers lurking on Bluesky.
This is not a joke or a rhetorical question.
How do you get the jobs where you write seven emails a day and fire people every so often and tell other people to do things and make one hundred thousand dollars a year?
Check this out! Check us out!!
Next Thursday on Zoom ~ register below Tom’s original post.
It’s going to be stupendous. I promise.
Thank you Aimai. I'll be okay.
yep yep you know it
I'm so glad it pulled you from point a to point b — just reposted the poem with a few edits.
Thank you, Chris!
h/t @dansturn.bsky.social
I’m trying to quit smoking again, for the finances not for health or survival or actually for survival but the kind of survival where people tend to say it’s gonna be okay and they really mean it in their eyes, not like with cancer, how people tell people with cancer it’s gonna be okay and really what they’re trying to say is I will miss you when you’re gone
"Poetry isn't hard, it's actually the 'f**k it' escape button for the soul." !!
I mean come ON
A++
Professor Issac Pickell English 2450 11 February 2026 The F**k It Philosophy: How I Finally Learned to Love Poetry
Best essay ever??
We are all experiences — everything
At least it’s got one on the front for him!
Oh! And I should mention! It's coming from @blacklawrence.bsky.social on August 18!
A book cover. Two black birds of unknown species ponder a flash of light rising from horizon. One bird says "The Smallest Mistake We Call Human." The cover is lovely and everyone you know will like it.
PRESALE TIME!!
The best time to order small press books is during presale, when there are author incentives and awards buzz begins.
So order one, or order ten for all your friends. I mean look at that cover — who wouldn't want this on a coffee table.
blacklawrencepress.com/books/the-sm...
I love poetry prompts and am so pleased with the ones LeAnne Hunt — @ennael.bsky.social — came up with after reading my work.
Check these out and if you write through any of them, I hope you share!
Fuck! Fuck! Everything is so bad!! There’s an auction on dreams — Bonanza! Palooza! Extra- vaganza! Our one reverie sold for cents on the dollar. We got to be so good just to hold on to what we got — they have us rung like trees, growing half a centimeter a year and calling it progress. In the century it takes to see a difference, we’re all dead. Fuck. I just want to say something true that doesn’t hurt — palms and love handles say perfect ain’t the only way to stay alive. If I’m wrong, let me down easy.
Fuck!!!!
Or you can commit to the Hebrew and end up with "mavet mitzvah"... which really has a nice ring.
that's no reason not to use it!
Ars poetica The long history of the hyoid bone, the u-shaped hull of a chin that supports the rudderless tongue, suggests humans have sung for a million years. Or at least developed the physical ability to sing. But, scientists agree, who wouldn’t sing that could.
A little science for #smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
I ask: where is our voice? where are the ghosts wearing our lips and our sound? so that we can do something about this amnesia calling: all ghosts who spit with fury at our fear of being awakened from this coma calling all ghosts. calling all ghosts …
Leslie Reese
[from “Upside Down Tapestry Mosaic History” printed by Detroit’s Broadside Press, 1987]
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