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Posts by Marcus Wilson
One more small poetry note today.
My poem “divining rod” is now out in Jackdaw Review. I’m glad to be in such good company with the many wonderful poets in this issue.
Grateful to the editors for giving it a home.
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Excited to share that my latest poem has been published in Braided Way magazine!
Grateful to @lauragraceweldon.bsky.social and the whole Braided Way family for giving the poem a home!
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Issue 23, featuring cover art by Dea Toivonen and 9 wonderful new love poems, is out now!
Find it on our website - link in bio.
Grateful to Tiny Seed Literary Journal for publishing my poem The Scrying Window today. Honored to be included in such a thoughtful, nature-centered space. 🌱
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Happy to share that my poem, a finalist in the @luckyjefferson.com Poetry & Prose Contest, is now published in the 365 collection. Grateful to the readers and editors who brought it to life.
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At what moment does a poem turn away from mystery and begin assembling itself like a product?
This is how enjambment can work in a poem. Bridge 77 on the Macclesfield Canal allows a horse to cross the canal without having to untie it from the canal boat.
You know what? Not everything scales. And that’s okay. Better than okay.
Write poems that reach a few people, maybe. Then write some more poems.
It's almost like he invaded a country, kidnapped their president and his wife, and vowed to take their oil to distract from what Jack Smith said.
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OF THE EMPIRE We will be known as a culture that feared death and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity for the few and cared little for the penury of the many. We will be known as a culture that taught and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke little if at all about the quality of life for people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a commodity. And they will say that this structure was held together politically, which it was, and they will say also that our politics was no more than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of the heart, and that the heart, in those days, was small, and hard, and full of meanness.
Ever relevant, this poem by Mary Oliver, especially today.
"(do not forget those who seek peace)"
Script to call your reps. Because this is not okay.
We're going to need a bigger Hague.
As you conduct your wars, think of others
My latest poem just went live with @trashlightpress.bsky.social. Grateful for the chance to share new work.
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Two new poems out in The RavensPerch! “Nuevo Underground” and “Nameless.”
Grateful for the publication and the company of such talented writers. Thank you @theravensperch.bsky.social !!
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Honored to have my poem named a finalist in the 2025 Lucky Jefferson Poetry & Prose Contest! It’ll appear in the 365 Collection this January. Thank you to @luckyjefferson.com for believing in my work.