I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes and designs is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song.
-- David Byrne
Memories seem to us like messages from the past whose author isn’t quite the self we know.
-- Kay Ryan, Synthesizing Gravity: Selected Prose
In case you missed it this morning...
Super happy to have this poem up on @stonecirclereview.bsky.social!
“mostly it was dust neither of us wanted to take a broom to.” This poem! By @moritherapy.bsky.social
it was dust neither of us wanted to take a broom to
POEM 328: "Mother Verse" by Isabella Mori (@moritherapy.bsky.social)
"Me, I crawled around on those pieces
and to my knees stuck words starting with B,
alliterations, sandpainting-stories,
and commas I had to defend with my life."
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In case you missed it this morning...
So sorry to hear that, Frances
how songful the sound when we have heard for so long only the silence
And, the next in a string of successes up today at @stonecirclereview.bsky.social! Thank you, @leepottspoet.bsky.social, for giving this piece a home.
I still remember hearing that for the first time when I was a kid. Yes will always have a special place in my heart.
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Donna Vorreyer week continues with this beauty
POEM 327: "Language Only Heaven Understands" by Donna Vorreyer @djvorreyer.bsky.social
drunken wedding guests slur apologies
for eating all the frosting roses with their hands
the silent syllables of a skull, its unhinged jaw
open like a mute and welcoming hand
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Don’t get too caught up in the primary definition of a word. This isn’t to say you should write vaguely. The vagueness of a poem refers to the vagueness of its meaning, not its grammatical vagueness.
-- Lee Seong-bok
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Stone Circle #ThrowbackThursday poem : "The Truth About Brimstone" by Kevin Grauke (@KevinGrauke) #TBT
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This is. And thou art. There is no safety. There is no end. The word must be heard in silence. There must be darkness to see the stars. The dance is always danced above the hollow place, above the terrible abyss.
-- Ursula K. LeGuin
An Absence of Sea on a bed of seashells
An Absence of Sea is officially out today.
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You can find an excerpt here: socratesonthebeach.com/christina-an...
My gratitude to @erratumpress.bsky.social, @ansgarallen.bsky.social, @greggerkesocrates.bsky.social, and to all of you.
New poem up in @frozenseapoetry.bsky.social about a Grindr hookup, Meisner’s concept of living truthfully, & a shifting relation to shame. Much love to Billy & Jackson for believing in this one! Check out the full, stacked Issue 12 here: frozensea.org/issue-twelve
Made good on my effort to try this one. Went an unexpected direction. Apparently my life is a rupture.
Happy with this as my poem to #PoetryMonth today, though.
You should still go, everyone said, so I am here, among the turf houses and the horses. Here, I say, as I offer the horse some grass over a fence before pulling back to avoid his teeth. Though calm and small and beautiful, his ample mane soft-swooped, he is a beast over which I hold no dominion. I walk to the car, and exhaustion tugs at my eyelids, rain threatening from over the cliffs, the birds loud with song or warning. It has been two weeks since my mother died. The road lulls me to sleep as my husband drives. I dream that the horse bites my hands. The bite bleeds rivers that spread across the fields of purple lupines, separating me from my mother, who calls my name from among the flowers. I wake, startled and without her. Outside the window, the wool of the sheep, huddled in the green against the coming storm, is the same dirty white as my mother’s hair.
Many thanks to @chestnutreview.bsky.social for featuring my prose poem "The Horse in Glaumbaer" in their new spring issue. You can read a little about how the poem began & hear me read it at the link.
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Have you rsvp'ed yet? Come NAWP it up with me and these wonderful poets!
The Uncomputable: Poems by John Paul Davis
New episode of my podcast #theuncomputable : Out of Office Auto-Reply johnpauldavis.org/podcast/out-of-office-au... #podcast #poetry
suuuuuuuuuper excited to be a featured poet in the latest issue of @thedodgemag.bsky.social! Check out my new poems! thedodgemag.com/spring-2026-...
NC/SC/PA/KY/OH Writers, Teachers, Festivals, Bookshops, Classrooms: Now that I’m officially moved back to Charlotte I’d like to plan some summer events for my latest, There Is News Along The Ohio River @riverriverbooks.bsky.social If interested in collaborating or having me visit, hmu. Blurbs below
Floored and grateful to see the poems connecting with folks this way
the painting "Gas" by Edward Hopper
Very happy to have another poem in @thedodgemag.bsky.social for their Spring issue:
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