Unfinished A longing for fulfillment contrasts with fleeting emotions and an unfilled inner void.

Unfinished

A longing for fulfillment contrasts with fleeting emotions and an unfilled inner void.

oh, my darling

the way want
plays like shadows
across the soft plane
of your cheek

#poetry

Hotel The poem “Hotel” explores intimate experiences, vulnerability, and emotional connections, mixing imagery of love and fear within a transient space.

“I am crushed pomegranate seeds
popping between tongue and teeth,
a temporary stain shared on lips.”

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For Amanda Katrina Kaye When I learned someone I love killed herself,the first thing I think is where I was when it happened. I think about the lastthing I said to her and how many daysago I said it. I realiz…

“When I learned someone I love killed herself,
the first thing I think is where I was when it happened.”

#poem #poetry #poemaday #poetrymonth #poetkatrinakaye #NewMexico

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Old Age

Old garden, still green,
though hands can no longer dig—
the heart still tends it.

#haiku #poem #poems #poetry #old #age #oldage

Three poems by Kristin Roedell Bethlehem in Minneapolis The deer cast long shadows on the pasture fence; with three crowned heads, they are wise creatures walking to the city for the birth of a necessary miracle. There is a murm…

Happy National Poetry Month! We're back with three poems by Kristin Roedell for you to enjoy, and we're sure you will. Take a look! #poetry #poems #poetryisalive #chantarellesnotebook
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Frog and Toad flying a kite together, standing on a rocky outcropping. From "A List" In *Frog and Toad Together*

This work © 2026 by Lee Zimmerman is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International

Humming bird

They don’t make memories like that anymore… Katrina Kaye The newness of Saturday morningstill lies upon lips.Pomegranate and mint leavesperfume the moment. A drop of water, steady in suspension,reflects a smile between girl and boy. This fic…

“You used to say I was a sketch.
Charcoal pencil rubbing white pages.
Unshaded ribbons
around twisted branches”

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Home Katrina Kaye I look for you the way I always have. Listen to your voice sing incantations of my youth, eager to hear news of your religion in the cadence mucked in the back of throat. They lost you…

“I miss the way you wrap around me.
A feeling thick as a childhood home,
a place where awkward flows a little more free
and body moves in familiarity.”

#poem #poetry #poemaday #poetrymonth #poetkatrinakaye #NewMexico

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The Past Katrina Kaye The past is not fallen leaves; it is dirt blanketing newly planted seeds. It is a crack in the window causing the afternoon sun to rainbow across my wall where September’s cold seeps i…

“The past is the eye lash fallen on cheek,
a turned up carpet and door with broken deadbolt,
a watch stopped five minutes till three.”

#poem #poetry #poemaday #poetrymonth #poetkatrinakaye #NewMexico

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Lauren Camp | -ette-review Lauren Camp in -ette-review Issue 7: Winter 2026

Two prose poems by @laurencamp.bsky.social pulsing with quiet electricity:

“The Bowl” & “A Spell Addressed to a Friend”

Lauren served as the second New Mexico Poet Laureate and is a past Astronomer-in-Residence at Grand Canyon National Park.

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Late how easy it is to ignore mortality when it is wrapped in fine paper, but when covering is ripped and intricacies exposed, life becomes a fragile thing.

Late

how easy it is to ignore mortality when it is wrapped in fine paper, but when covering is ripped and intricacies exposed, life becomes a fragile thing.

Storm The poem reflects on nature’s power and humanity’s vulnerability, emphasizing that storms, like Katrina, follow their own course.

“It is not
her fault.
Storms do
what storms do.”

#poem #poetry #poemaday #poetrymonth #poetkatrinakaye

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Ordinary Grief Grief is transient, symbolized by flowers; it transforms with time and should not linger beyond its purpose.

“we do not want our grief
to outlast its usefulness”

#poem #poetry #poemaday #poetrymonth #poetkatrinakaye

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Photograph of an abandoned home in Dinwiddie County, Virginia. The house is surrounded by trees and a field. Storm clouds with sun shining through.

all things fade

into their truer
silence

the world

quietly correcting

its earlier shapes

not to undo them

but to let them pass

into what
they were

#poetry

If we sink into
oblivion
will we see each
others eyes,
we will speak each
others names
and we will
finally be
finally be
as one

#vss365 #poetry

Kore Katrina Kaye reflects on her transformation and hidden identity, questioning maternal awareness of her struggles and growth.

“did you realize
this ripening fruit
was ready to be plucked?”

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“As you kiss my hands
in gratitude of my hospitality,
my kindness,
don’t leave thinking,
I am emptied.”

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“the era of the chairbound #artist is over… his very vocation, in the face of oppression, is to open the prisons and give a voice to the sorrows and joys of all”

- Albert Camus
#Art

An excerpt from today’s poem:

“But the air is heavy,
thick with freshly departed soul.
As I drive through the meager parade
of on lookers, the world stills.”

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April I wanted to speak at length about the happiness of my body and the delight of my mind for it was April, night, a full moon and— but something in myself or maybe from somewhere other said: not too many words, please, in the muddy shallows the frogs are singing.

Mary Oliver

Three Days A call for spiritual and physical release, healing, and transformation in three days.

tonight
the sunset
serves witness
to this request
not for rebirth
not for pledging anew
but as a break
to the pattern

Hunger Katrina Kaye   In the days of hunger strikesand promises made too easily,I wanted the simplicity of touchand your chest to support my fears. It’s been years since I scraped feetagainst white s…

“In the days of hunger strikes
and promises made too easily,
I wanted the simplicity of touch
and your chest to support my fears.”

#poem #poetry #poemaday #poetrymonth #poetkatrinakaye

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Your Cave Katrina Kaye’s poem depicts creating a protective space filled with warmth, comfort, and cherished memories of someone special.

An excerpt from today’s poem:

“I place you there,
whisper soft words
to soothe,
tell stories
to comfort.”

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Stay A reflection on loss and failure, capturing sadness and unspoken emotions in a relationship.

Stay

A reflection on loss and failure, capturing sadness and unspoken emotions in a relationship.

Every time I hear men talk about destroying this planet so they can travel to a dead one, I think about how miraculous the existence of Earth is, and how capitalists should never be permitted to make decisions about space exploration.

Dusk on the Appomattox river. Purple sky and gold sun disappearing over the horizon are reflected in the water. The Shores are dark, almost black.

at dusk, the river

nothing asks
to be remembered

the banks darken
into memory

and the river
becomes

what it always was

wearing
what little light
is left

#poetry #appomattox

Kurt Vonnegut

‘To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.’
- Kurt Vonnegut
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