Did you know Adrienne Rich wrote a poem about Artificial Intelligence in **1961** and it's absolutely prophetic?

Michael Bazzett The Glacier Issue Three Winter 2024 THE FAVOR Sometimes as a favor, I dream other peoples’ dreams. I do it in their stead so they can sleep the sleep of dark silence, so they can take a crack…

"I was filling out the application to be a tycoon and I was being
careful with my handwriting but then I got to the section
on references and I wondered exactly who could speak best
to my latent tycoon potential. A minute later I found myself

on the phone with my mom."

Gabriel Fried — Bennington Review

"The little god has grown, a little god
no longer."

From "Parenting Triolet" by Gabriel Fried

Adam Tavel, featured in the Ocean State Review - The Ocean State Review I OEDIPUS on Fridays strip my anger off like mummy-wrap / and pitch it at the night, our dusty orchid wallpaper where / shadows are themselves the other half of us, in bed, inside my

"I OEDIPUS, Darth Vader, and Jesus Christ walk into a bar. We
make a clever premise in the ooze."

oceanstatereview.org/2025/04/05/a...

Birth Control - phoebe Rebecca Hawkes “why suck the strap” why look at a sunset. why listen to your favourite song. why stop to smell the flowers. come on now – Tumblr user @bloodpups To live ethically in the present moment...

simultaneously one of the funniest and the most cutting poems I've read in ages, from Rebecca Hawkes in @phoebejournal.bsky.social

Like a prepubescent tee-ball player, our piece for this week is short and hard-hitting. Get the breath knocked out of you by "Tests to Determine Whether Moonboy Has a Soul" from @iamchrisscott.bsky.social

Link: dishsoap-quarterly.com/5-27-25/moon...

Excerpt from "The week I keep my government job but you lose your gender," a poem by Julia Ross in 2River View: we endeavor to fuck the algorithm: send each other nonsense phrases about sourdough until our news feeds are a blur of dead-looking women kneading in long skirts. You learn twenty nine uses for discard & give your starter a name: I mull the perils

From Julia Ross in The 2River View www.2river.org/2RView/29_3/...

Immigrant Duplex - Lily Poetry Review by LAUREN K. ALLEYNE from Issue 12 … Continue readingImmigrant Duplex

"I have buried myself in the hole
of America, its plastic freedoms,

elastic unfreeness—America,
you have rendered me a corpse of delightful

emptiness. You have plundered me of heft,
ground the God in me to tin and clatter.

God, the grind."

lilypoetryreview.blog/poetry/immig...

I Don’t Know What Wind Is by Chris Scott | New Flash Fiction Review Approximately thirty seconds before dismissal, one of my first graders asks me what wind is. I freeze up, sixteen first grade faces watching me, they all suddenly want to know what wind is, right now,...

"I google it after they’re gone, alone in my classroom. But my phone isn’t working. My phone isn’t working because moments ago another country hacked our country’s grid and shut the whole thing down forever."
From @iamchrisscott.bsky.social in @nffr.bsky.social

This poem will be available in an accessible online format at Poetry Magazine's website shortly. You'll also be able to listen to me read it.

Cover of Poetry Magazine's June 2025 issue: half-carton of eggs, with the letters P O E T R Y painted on them.

Feeling grateful (also floored) to turn to a page in Poetry Magazine & find this poem I wrote, with all admiration, after Mary Oliver's "When Death Comes."

Thank you, Adrian, Lindsay, Holly, et al.

Thanks for the introduction to Wiman. After I saw your post I checked out a collection of his to take to lunch, and now I have to track down everything he ever wrote.

Little Bluestem: A Poem by Pamela Manasco - Identity Theory What should we tell our children about it?

"A week or so after passing a bill to make it easier
to fire librarians, the Alabama House of Representatives
passed another naming Little Bluestem the state grass."

From @pamelamanasco.bsky.social in @identitytheory.bsky.social

A CNN news notification : The convicted killer crab walked between two walls and pushed through the newly installed razor wire to break out of prison, authorities say

*crab-walked

Poetry | Needle by Michael Martin - The London Magazine 'I’m the way she likes anyone left behind — / undeserving, falling.' New poetry by Michael Martin.

"I’m not going to do a thing today.
Shoo-off the squirrels raising hell in the vegetables?
Let ‘em at it.
Re-read the last letter my father sent me?
No can do. I died it in a fire."

From Michael Martin in @thelondonmagazine.bsky.social

You can ignore wild pigs all you want until you can’t ignore them It’s just this time they got it rightI mean that’s what they saidfound the reason why some ofus go feralwhy […]

"they call us invasive opportunistic
say we have wandered too far looking for water
taken more than our share"

a poem about feral hogs from Danielle Fleming in Pidgeonholes

BOWLING WITH DRACULA by Justin Gibson The first thing we discovered was that vampires loved contracts. Well, no, sorry, I guess the first thing we discovered was the vampires themselves — that they’re real. We figured it out pretty quick,...

"Ay, Count Sucks-Ass-ula, try hitting the pins next time.” Happy Friday, here's a flash about vampires who are very bad at bowling. @xraylitmag.bsky.social

Breaking News: Barbie Eats Trump During Baltimore Pride Fest by Chrissy Stegman What else was left for her to do? Giant in pink, her laughter clanging down Charles Street like bells rung wild to the dystopian melody. She was a blaze in glorious sequins. Swirls through the crow…

"Love did this: the riot of it. Love
for the smashing, the making,
the breaking. Love
for our country and the streets"

Every thing you do, no matter how small, to remind people that the wannabe dictators are actually sad, scared, fallible little boys is helpful. The more we laugh at them, the less fearsome they are and the easier it is to wrest power back from them.

Also? These messages are effing hilarious.

- Post Road Magazine Four Poems Dorianne Laux Garage Band for my brother, Jack My brother had one, my boyfriend.Every man I have loved loved music.Each song a pearl threaded onto a necklaceI have worn all my life. I see t...

"Some years come at a price.
Some marked down, on sale, tagged
'as is'. Some days line up like siblings
against a wall, each waiting their turn
to be smacked with a ruler."

From Dorianne Laux's "The Weight of Days" in Post Road www.postroadmag.com/2024/01/09/4...

Gordon Lish by Julián Martinez I held Raymond Carver at gunpoint. I didn’t know he’d be sitting in the kitchen when I busted into the apartment of my old creative writing professor, Gordon Lish. Carver gave me the face he makes on ...

“I held Raymond Carver at gunpoint… Carver gave me the face he makes on the back of What We Talk About When We Talk About Love: an eyebrow-raised smirk that said, ‘give me your best shot.’”

@martinezfjulian.bsky.social is back on hex with a wild tale about the student surpassing the teachers! ✍️😤

Issue 3 is here! 10 postcards with 10 poems by 10 amazing poets (Emma Bolden, Adam Clay, Jessica Cuello, Erin Dorney, Susan Leary, Erin Malone, Nora Nadjarian, Michael Robins, Diane Wald, and Jane Zwart). Order your copy at www.postcardlit.com/store today! Preorders and orders ship soon!

"Dear Thomas of Aquinas, spare me. Where to put
the jack is on the jack, words plus pictogram
for the verbally challenged."

From James Wyshynski in @lascauxreview.bsky.social

Really stoked to have a new poem in the spring issue of @theshorepoetry.bsky.social! I have long admired this journal, & I’m grateful to the editors for including me—& alongside so many poets I love! Happy World Poetry Day, too, friends! 💙

Read the issue here: www.theshorepoetry.org/issue-25

"Time is the only thing that passes.
Gather up what small magics you can."

One Poem by Emily Light - Terrain.org Emily Light's "Central Jersey Roads" is a wintry poem of solace and insight that bridges us to place, with audio.

"I’ve only ever been here, in an eternity of Januarys.

People have told me about other places,
just never the roads leading in or out
of those states, or about the bridges

one might enter by."

From Emily Light in @terrainorg.bsky.social

Chuck Schumer Helps Pull Democrats Back From Brink Of Courage

Chuck Schumer Helps Pull Democrats Back From Brink Of Courage

Just over a week left to apply to be a volunteer Fiction Reader for Okay Donkey! In this role, you'll read and vote "yes," "no," or "maybe" on up to 10 submissions per week.

• Read what we publish: okaydonkeymag.com/flash/
• Apply by Friday, March 21: forms.gle/JPzvJMpKXf27GKXB8

"Hope is a flowering, multiplying thing. Spread that shit around. Gather its many seeds; form a ball of dirt and dreaming. Cast it into your manicured suburban lawn."

Read this right now. Those fuckers can’t have your hope.

By @mike3stars.bsky.social in Gastropoda. gastropodalitmag.wixsite.com/main/post/a-...

Excerpt from a poem: "I could be there in your apartment in the small hours of the morning, when it’s too hot to sleep and the moonlight is filtering through your blinds and you’re longing for something you can’t explain, and you reach out to me in the dark and I open for you slowly, and you run your fingers across every part of me and bring them to your lips and sigh softly, and I hum and shudder for you as we are bathed in electric light, and I offer you everything I have without shame and everything you had all along— and then I will BEEP LOUDLY because you’ve taken TOO LONG to DECIDE what you WANT and I’m going to SLAM my cold exterior shut again until you SORT your SHIT go AWAY."

from "My New Year’s Resolution Is to Turn into a Refrigerator" by Harriet Prebble in takahē magazine www.takahe.org.nz/my-new-years...