Sometimes a line of poetry I'm working on will rattle around in my head like a pebble caught in a shoe: it can feel so uncomfortable while it's there, but it's thrilling to see its true shape when it finally spills out.

"In the name of whatever
reason brings you here. In the name of anything
that works. In the name of nothing.

Are you burning yet? You will be."

The new collection by Pádraig Ó Tuama is truly a feast!

Overjoyed to see my poem "A Drunk Docent..." appearing today in @stonecirclereview.bsky.social! Thank you, @leepottspoet.bsky.social for your continued and amazing work to support poets.

Forget complete games. If you could have one #Zelda DUNGEON remastered for the #Swtich2, which would it be?

"My window contains peaks with a thousand years of ice..."
—Du Fu (trans. Red Pine)

No orioles this morning, but next door starlings are chattering as they build their nest in a dryer exhaust vent.

What's on my desk? Fantastic poems by Taylor Hamann Los! Fresh off the press from Ridge Books. @eastridgereview.bsky.social