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Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 12 A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.

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Everything Is Equal When You're Distorted by the Afterlife

When M told a poet, You are young and      nothing is sacred, 
we watched the smallest bloom on our seaside roses wilt./

It was a certain evening where nothing was happening.
It was a certain evening where strangers were building/

wildflower museums. We are old and everything is/sacred —the fireweed is thigh high and a friend is/

dying. Or the sunflowers are. All things echo with loss.
Everything is equal when you're devoted

to the afterlife. Did you know that nothing dies? is what/ my nephew told me, holding a dead moth he found

on a shelf in his room. He is young and everything is/ sacred. When he sees one of his chickens

has been killed by a weasel, he doesn't tell his mom because he hates to see the glitter of pain in her eyes.

There's a sweetness in the dying sunflowers. Promise/ me you won't tell my mom about the moth, it's part of her

name. When I ask him what he means he says, Mother.
She is more than powdered wings—a woman and son/ 

walking into the garden, her trust of blossoms, their/ dislike of fences, how everything in his eyes still blooms.

by Kelli Russell Agodon
From her book, Accidental Devotions, Copper Canyon Press, 2026.

This poem is written in couplets, but it was impossible to re-create exactly the line breaks due to the formatting here. I was not also able to indent to show a carryover line. Apologies.

Everything Is Equal When You're Distorted by the Afterlife When M told a poet, You are young and nothing is sacred, we watched the smallest bloom on our seaside roses wilt./ It was a certain evening where nothing was happening. It was a certain evening where strangers were building/ wildflower museums. We are old and everything is/sacred —the fireweed is thigh high and a friend is/ dying. Or the sunflowers are. All things echo with loss. Everything is equal when you're devoted to the afterlife. Did you know that nothing dies? is what/ my nephew told me, holding a dead moth he found on a shelf in his room. He is young and everything is/ sacred. When he sees one of his chickens has been killed by a weasel, he doesn't tell his mom because he hates to see the glitter of pain in her eyes. There's a sweetness in the dying sunflowers. Promise/ me you won't tell my mom about the moth, it's part of her name. When I ask him what he means he says, Mother. She is more than powdered wings—a woman and son/ walking into the garden, her trust of blossoms, their/ dislike of fences, how everything in his eyes still blooms. by Kelli Russell Agodon From her book, Accidental Devotions, Copper Canyon Press, 2026. This poem is written in couplets, but it was impossible to re-create exactly the line breaks due to the formatting here. I was not also able to indent to show a carryover line. Apologies.

“Did you know nothing dies?”

from @kelliagodon.bsky.social
beautiful new book,
Accidental Devotions
#poetry @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social

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We All Still Die By Kelli Russell Agodon

Poem by BlueSky poet extraordinaire @kelliagodon.bsky.social
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Submit Like A Man: How Women Writers Can Become More Successful by Kelli Russell Agodon Reposted with permission from Ms. Agodon. This article was first published at Medium.com on May 24, 2015. For six years, I worked as Co-Editor-in-Chief at a small literary j…

Men make up the overwhelming majority of submitters to the journal where I am poetry editor, @cablestreet-litmag.bsky.social. So I share with you this timeless reminder from editor @kelliagodon.bsky.social to “Submit Like a Man.”

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Swimming in the clouds

#poetry by Amy Lowell

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Cover photo of Accidental Devotions. Text reads Forthcoming May 12

Cover photo of Accidental Devotions. Text reads Forthcoming May 12

Artist credit with photo of book cover. Text reads: 

“The artwork was painted by Fatima Ronquillo in 2020, which surprised me—it felt late-eighteenth century to me. As I explored [Fatima’s website], I noticed Emily Dickinson poems (Emily and her ghost appear throughout this book) and even a portfolio titled ‘Devotion.’ Everything fell into place when I saw the full painting—the hands, vines, and hummingbirds—as this book holds that same tension: vulnerable yet deliberate, tender yet wild.” –Kelli Russell Agodon

Artist credit with photo of book cover. Text reads: “The artwork was painted by Fatima Ronquillo in 2020, which surprised me—it felt late-eighteenth century to me. As I explored [Fatima’s website], I noticed Emily Dickinson poems (Emily and her ghost appear throughout this book) and even a portfolio titled ‘Devotion.’ Everything fell into place when I saw the full painting—the hands, vines, and hummingbirds—as this book holds that same tension: vulnerable yet deliberate, tender yet wild.” –Kelli Russell Agodon

Forthcoming May 12: ACCIDENTAL DEVOTIONS by KELLI RUSSELL AGODON ( @kelliagodon.bsky.social ).

For today's #coverfeature, Kelli describes the felicitous discovery of her latest collection's cover art:

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A gingerbread house but with a wall gently kicked in by a "this came close" rejection.

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A gingerbread house but you ate a gingerbread person and now there’s a whole missing-character arc.

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A gingerbread house but the roof won’t stay on because you've revised it twelve times.

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A gingerbread house but inside it's just you and your imposter syndrome eating gumdrops.

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A gingerbread house but every wall keeps collapsing under the weight of your unfinished manuscript.

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Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 47 A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.

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Advent Calendar Prompts IT'S BACK!  ​ The Two Sylvias Press Advent Calendar is filled with surprise prompts to help you write 31 new poems in December! Our online virtual Advent Calendar is easy to use--simply click on...

My favorite part of December is writing a poem every day, inspired by @kelliagodon.bsky.social and the Two Sylvias Press Poetry Advent Calendar. They're a stellar way to consider your world, and yourself at the end of your year. Only $25 and supports an exceptional PNW poetry press.

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Thx, Sam!

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we got lucky today! Yes and yes!

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Awww thank you!!

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Poets, start your wild, precious engines.

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A haunted house but an open mic where every poet reads past their time.

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😂😂😂😭

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"A collection of empty chairs is called an author reading."

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Thank you, Ronita!

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Oh thank you for saying that!🙏❤️

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Thank you so much, Jane. I so appreciate your words.

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We are on loan to each other.

Tell the one you love that you love them while you can.

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Thank you, Majda!❤️

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Sending love and strength ❤️ There are so many of us moving through this. Wishing you the best.

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I love this book!

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Absolutely love that final phrase.

From @kathyfagan.bsky.social's book, Bad Hobby: bookshop.org/a/862/9781571315458

#poetry #books #writing

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keep your wonder alive, keep your aliveness alive

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"her memory is a cloud she can't hold..."

Lots of feels with this poem for my mum. Sent with love for anyone with a parent or loved one with Alzheimer's/dementia. It's a journey.

(And thank you @poetsorg.bsky.social and Rick Barot for sharing this one. It means a lot.)

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