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thanks, Jill. glad you liked it!

foamflowers soak in the rushing waterthrush song

foamflowers
soak in the rushing
waterthrush song

#haiku

"Rachel Mallalieu is an emergency physician and a mother of five. She writes poetry in her spare time." Christ on a bike. She's good, too: poems.com/poem/a-brief... via @poetrydaily.bsky.social

You're most welcome. Glad those bits resonated. I always hesitate to "quote" the entirety of a blogged poem, but I couldn't see how to excerpt from @rebeccaloudon.bsky.social's searing poem and hoped she wouldn't mind

Sure thing.

Cheers Billy.

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Cold, clear, and still, with heavy frost silvering the yard. A red squirrel tries to get its nerve up to run past me, but fails and retreats to the garden, where it sits glaring at a gray squirrel under the lilac.

Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 16 A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere, including Substack, with a commitment to following a somewhat haphazardly chosen selection of poets, poetry lovers, literary cr…

A man with pink bunny ears, a million mirror neurons & more with trishhopkinsonpoet.bsky.social dylan20.bsky.social mariapopova.bsky.social jillpearlman.bsky.social kristybowen.bsky.social oyoguhito.bsky.social rebeccaloudon.bsky.social rmhaines.bsky.social 4/4
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Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 16 A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere, including Substack, with a commitment to following a somewhat haphazardly chosen selection of poets, poetry lovers, literary cr…

The beast we were given, frothed verses of salt‑song & more with webbish6.bsky.social velveteenrabbi.bsky.social aempoet.bsky.social garybarwin.bsky.social toddbosspoet.bsky.social pfanderson.bsky.social @susanrich-poet18.bsky.social @thepoetslizard.bsky.social 3/4
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Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 16 A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere, including Substack, with a commitment to following a somewhat haphazardly chosen selection of poets, poetry lovers, literary cr…

Poetry Month, Haiku Poetry Day and other occasions for poems w/ @suefinch.bsky.social @clareshawpoet.bsky.social @shawnalemay.bsky.social @victoriaspires.bsky.social @poetclare.bsky.social @jannoble.bsky.social @samrasnake.bsky.social @nadiadevries.bsky.social 2/4
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Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 16 A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere, including Substack, with a commitment to following a somewhat haphazardly chosen selection of poets, poetry lovers, literary cr…

This week in the poetry blogs w/ @myheadtheforest.bsky.social @robmclennan.bsky.social @wendypratt.bsky.social @jwikeley.bsky.social @kimmoorepoet.bsky.social @richardjnewman.bsky.social @billymills.bsky.social @kent-nj.bsky.social @victoriamoul.bsky.social 1/4
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Three degrees above freezing at sunrise. Small snowflakes drift down from the mostly blue sky and vanish into the greening earth.

I'm sold!

NaPoWriMo Day 18. Today’s prompt was to write “a section or piece of an epic poem: including rhyme, unlikely and dramatic scenes, gladiators and mermaids. I wrote this.

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Breezy and cold. The tuilp poplars wear their new, pale green leaves like robes of feathers, all in motion under the gray sky. I catch a glimpse of accipiter wings, hear the kak-kak-kak call of a Cooper's hawk.

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work, buy, consume, die
smash the control machine
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Johnny’s Gone no more rat race my face masked to ask others their motherlands who cannot read my lips precipitous against the form-fitting fabric but a mask with too many holes holds half the battle of one with …

Having just been rude about others' political poems, I felt compelled to try another one of my own. It can be illuminating to see the world through the eyes of the worst people in it. The poem might fail, but the effort at radical empathy is its own reward, i think www.vianegativa.us/2026/04/john...

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Mid-morning and the sun-soaked woods erupt with overlapping wild turkey gobbles, one tom getting gobbled up—so to speak—by another. They sound close, but the tiny leaves are already enough cover to hide in.

That makes sense. Yes.

Yes. And at risk of sounding too much like a tired old leftist, identity politics without class analysis or any grounding in anthropology isn't the deepest of wells from which to draw. A political poem should raise more questions than it answers IMO.

Which makes it a fun challenge! I just get frustrated with poets who don't do research and have the ssme fashionable opinions as everyone else. Perhaps the fear of being called out is breeding timidity.

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Cool and still damp from rain in the small hours. The sun goes back in after just fifteen minutes. The house finch stops caroling as the wind picks up.

Realizing that I have the same problem with a lot of the political poetry being promoted these days as I do with a lot of ecopoetry: authors who lack real knowledge of their subjects and just go off of a bit of web research & received opinion, so that the images come across as muddled & unearned.

image: cover of the book Dune, cover art is stylized mountains with a moon surrounded by moons text: “Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.” ~Frank Herbert

“Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.”

~Frank Herbert

relateable

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The sun glimmers through thin clouds and a murk of pollen, gathering strength as it clears the trees. A gray squirrel foraging on the ground dashes for cover at another squirrel's "bird of prey" alarm. The bird of prey fails to materialize.

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A freakishly warm breeze lightly seasoned with rain. The sun appears and disappears at random. A Louisiana waterthrush calls from the first bend in the creek below the spring.

down under repair our own little dish and the time again gone to little purpose I believe in little in a little green yard where night will call things into question

Today’s erasure from Pepys (which borrows some ideas from the first draft of ten years ago) www.vianegativa.us/2026/04/brok...

if I ever have enough money to retire - a huge "if" - I will disappear never to be heard from again and never look at these sites for the rest of my life, which will be lived as offline as possible