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APRIL PROMPTS

1.  write a poem that begins with an animal watching you
2.  something you kept that doesn't belong to you
3.  driving through a town you used to know in the dark
4.  write a poem addressed to a body of water
5.  that time the light changed
6.  what she meant when she said "nice"
7.  write a poem about a word you stopped using when someone left
8.  the etiquette of vanishing
9.  women who name their cars
10. "Does this go faster?"
11. the hazards of mercy
12. sometimes I feel human
13. what are you superstitious about? and yes, you are.
14. remember a specific moment. write about the hour or two preceding that event, not the event itself.
15. pinkie promises
16. mourn a particular sunrise. what was lost in the daylight?
17. love poem from inside a parked car
18. write a poem to your worst enemy
19. the contents of a drawer you refuse to clean out
20. aftertaste
21. where does your confidence come from? 
22. something gentle that learned to be feral
23. write a poem about the strangest place you've cried. focus on the location more than the reason.
24. "Do one thing that scares you every day until you die."
25. two truths about the same summer
26. "There are wrecking balls inside us."
27. write a poem that ends with a door
28. "better" as a myth
29. a response poem to another poem you've written this month, or earlier
30. peace offering

APRIL PROMPTS 1. write a poem that begins with an animal watching you 2. something you kept that doesn't belong to you 3. driving through a town you used to know in the dark 4. write a poem addressed to a body of water 5. that time the light changed 6. what she meant when she said "nice" 7. write a poem about a word you stopped using when someone left 8. the etiquette of vanishing 9. women who name their cars 10. "Does this go faster?" 11. the hazards of mercy 12. sometimes I feel human 13. what are you superstitious about? and yes, you are. 14. remember a specific moment. write about the hour or two preceding that event, not the event itself. 15. pinkie promises 16. mourn a particular sunrise. what was lost in the daylight? 17. love poem from inside a parked car 18. write a poem to your worst enemy 19. the contents of a drawer you refuse to clean out 20. aftertaste 21. where does your confidence come from? 22. something gentle that learned to be feral 23. write a poem about the strangest place you've cried. focus on the location more than the reason. 24. "Do one thing that scares you every day until you die." 25. two truths about the same summer 26. "There are wrecking balls inside us." 27. write a poem that ends with a door 28. "better" as a myth 29. a response poem to another poem you've written this month, or earlier 30. peace offering

It's April!

Welcome to Poetry Month! Here's a list of 30 prompts to maybe get your keyboard or pen jumpstarted. I've tried to put together a variety.

Happy poem-ing for these next 30 days!

#NationalPoetryMonth

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Short Fiction Sensations · Lists · 49th Shelf Short fiction collections we're loving for Spring 2026.

Here are some short fiction collections we're loving this spring! 49thshelf.com/Lists/Member... @newestpress.bsky.social @breakwaterbooksltd.bsky.social @guernicaeditions.bsky.social @greatplainspress.bsky.social @houseofanansi.bsky.social #CanLit

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Absolutely love Natalie Southworth's debut, There's Always More to Say.

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A row of book spines, dark in colour, the title Calling It Back to Me in yellow font.

A row of book spines, dark in colour, the title Calling It Back to Me in yellow font.

This is Calling It Back to Me’s release day, though the book, stacks of them (or boxes? how are they housed?) have been sitting in a warehouse (where?) for a month, and they've been trickling into this world with me in tow, into this present, this March, this reluctant, catastrophed spring.

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Acts of Knowledge


As if a book
were a kind of
voluntary nurse

looking for the wound
inside you

Words and senses
Terror and delicacy

Wisdom

The leaves on the tree
grew

Acts of Knowledge As if a book were a kind of voluntary nurse looking for the wound inside you Words and senses Terror and delicacy Wisdom The leaves on the tree grew

Pam Rehm

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Photo of poetry chapbook Verfondre / Wormmelt by Annick MacAskill. The photo shows the cover, inner page, and two pages of bilingual poetry.

Photo of poetry chapbook Verfondre / Wormmelt by Annick MacAskill. The photo shows the cover, inner page, and two pages of bilingual poetry.

Popping on here to share that I've a new bilingual poetry chapbook out. Verfondre / Wormmelt is an experimental melding of traditional translation with the poème fondu, a poetic form invented by Michelle Grangaud, a member of Oulipo. Out now with Baseline Press.

www.baselinepress.ca#/verfondre-w...

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Cannot wait for this event & seeing what arises. All welcome, Take Cover Books event listing here: takecoverbooks.ca/events

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Image of the prairies, tall grass under a grey blue sky with a rotting shed in the corner. The PF logo in brown with text:

bury my body in the tall prairie grass—
this ruined house
of rusted cans and porcelain shards,
boards and plaster.
What is true will remain.

From “Homecoming” by Morgen Jahnke

Prairie Fire’s winter issue on sale now at prairiefire.ca

Image of the prairies, tall grass under a grey blue sky with a rotting shed in the corner. The PF logo in brown with text: bury my body in the tall prairie grass— this ruined house of rusted cans and porcelain shards, boards and plaster. What is true will remain. From “Homecoming” by Morgen Jahnke Prairie Fire’s winter issue on sale now at prairiefire.ca

Our winter issue is on sale now on our website and in stores around the country!
Featuring new work like this haunting new poem from Morgen Jahnke.

Details: prairiefire.ca/current-issue/

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Copyist

Susan L. Leary

After we give the animal a writing utensil, what 1s needed next: a mind or a piece of paper? This is not a question
or a riddle but an argument of practicality. The idea of a brother is not a brother. The idea of freedom is made tangible in the hands 
of arbitrarily good men. How to invent the after-life? How to absolve oneself of hierarchy while kissing another man's feet?
On the outside, my brother passes me the clippers. He passes the dog a coin & I hide the dog in my purse. If I must remember
for him, must I remember accurately? On the questionnaire, my sister gets shit done. I count the fan blades. I call the public
defender. I leave a message for the 29* time. No one gives a fuck, my brother says—& all I can do is listen. All I can do is thumb
through the pages & continue to learn his whereabouts. Bunk 22.
Bunk 32. Where against the false pretense of sunrise, he dreams from an unidentified bed & I dream in the bed of his language.
If you are someone who is likeable only in comparison to your captor, What are we doing? he says. If we hold the state accountable, do we do it through language or through love? On the outside, my brother
passes. I take his pen & invent the mouth of his archive. I am delegate.
I am yammerer. Of myself, my brother should get the credit.

Copyist Susan L. Leary After we give the animal a writing utensil, what 1s needed next: a mind or a piece of paper? This is not a question or a riddle but an argument of practicality. The idea of a brother is not a brother. The idea of freedom is made tangible in the hands of arbitrarily good men. How to invent the after-life? How to absolve oneself of hierarchy while kissing another man's feet? On the outside, my brother passes me the clippers. He passes the dog a coin & I hide the dog in my purse. If I must remember for him, must I remember accurately? On the questionnaire, my sister gets shit done. I count the fan blades. I call the public defender. I leave a message for the 29* time. No one gives a fuck, my brother says—& all I can do is listen. All I can do is thumb through the pages & continue to learn his whereabouts. Bunk 22. Bunk 32. Where against the false pretense of sunrise, he dreams from an unidentified bed & I dream in the bed of his language. If you are someone who is likeable only in comparison to your captor, What are we doing? he says. If we hold the state accountable, do we do it through language or through love? On the outside, my brother passes. I take his pen & invent the mouth of his archive. I am delegate. I am yammerer. Of myself, my brother should get the credit.

Honored to have a new poem in The McNeese Review, a journal I absolutely love! Thanks to editor, Michael Robins, and poetry editor, Gwenyth Wheat, for giving “Copyist” such a kind home and for inviting me to speak about my process in crafting it (included in the replies)! Check it out, friends! 💙

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I'll be doing a reading at St. Peter's Muenster, SK on Feb. 26 at 7pm. Come check it out, either in person, or via Zoom!

stpeterscollege.ca/blog/book-pr...

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Reading through Sourav Roy and Tuhin Bhowal’s fine anthology of contemporary Hindi poetry, PERENNIAL, I was stopped cold by Seth Michelson’s razor-sharp translation of Rati Saxena’s devastating “Refugee”—a poem for our time, for all times.

“…like kites holding tight / to the ruins…”

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Another perfect poem for February from @joseolivarez.bsky.social.

Get the book, Promises of Gold, here: bit.ly/promisesofgold

#poem #booksky #writing

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News report

The mind's open moment
Sealed with landmines

Have another country
Before l leave

A way out of the misery
As money drips

Where isyour kayak
Where is the end

I promised you

News report The mind's open moment Sealed with landmines Have another country Before l leave A way out of the misery As money drips Where isyour kayak Where is the end I promised you

Jane Joritz-Nakagawa from Skin Museum

#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

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Thrilled to have a poem published in this new issue of Prairie Fire!

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Leaving home as inherited condition. Displacement as engine of industrial ag. Whatever became of my great-grandmothers. What they became when they landed here. What they thought or believed, couldn’t say, couldn’t do. Our present chews holes in shared memory. This will be my fourth book.

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"A bell is a bell" by Shana Ross - League of Canadian Poets Poetry Pause is the League of Canadian Poets' daily poetry dispatch. Read "A bell is a bell" by Shana Ross.

Starting the year with a complicated one - featured today on Poetry Pause @canadianpoets.bsky.social : poets.ca/a-bell-is-a-...

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Cover of Brick: A Literary Journal. Yellow background with an inset photograph of a figure standing in a rocky landscape

Cover of Brick: A Literary Journal. Yellow background with an inset photograph of a figure standing in a rocky landscape

Kudos to @josiahnelson.bsky.social for his excellent short fiction piece in the new issue of Brick! Clever, alchemical, eerie - a great read. @brickliterary.bsky.social

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Morgen! Thanks so much for reading--and the kind words. Really glad you enjoyed it :)

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Grateful beyond words that my essay about living in Saudi Arabia during the first Gulf War was selected for Brick 116, which is now out in the world!

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This photo shows a small pile of peach and pink cardstock fliers against a black background. The top flier is fully visible. It has black text that reads "Opaat Press SECOND ANNIVERSARY POETRY BASH / Free and open to all / Saturday, November 22, 2-4 pm, Halifax Central Library, Paul O'Regan Hall." At the bottom are four black and white logos for the League of Canadian Poets, The Writers' Union of Canada, Canada Council for the Arts, and Halifax Public Libraries.

This photo shows a small pile of peach and pink cardstock fliers against a black background. The top flier is fully visible. It has black text that reads "Opaat Press SECOND ANNIVERSARY POETRY BASH / Free and open to all / Saturday, November 22, 2-4 pm, Halifax Central Library, Paul O'Regan Hall." At the bottom are four black and white logos for the League of Canadian Poets, The Writers' Union of Canada, Canada Council for the Arts, and Halifax Public Libraries.

Tomorrow in Halifax I am hosting a poetry reading to celebrate two years of my micropress, Opaat Press. This reading will feature more than fifteen poets and is free and open to all. I'd love to see you there! Saturday, November 22, 2-4 pm, Halifax Central Library, Paul O'Regan Hall.

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Sunrise in Palestine

The smoke of bombs 
dropped from F-16s 
has covered the city's sky.

Fighters smuggle the sunlight 
through tunnels 
beneath our houses.

Sunrise in Palestine The smoke of bombs dropped from F-16s has covered the city's sky. Fighters smuggle the sunlight through tunnels beneath our houses.

mosab abu toha #smallpoemsunday

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Annunciation
Even if I don't see it again —nor ever feel it I know it is— and that if once it hailed me it ever does —
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as towards a place, but it was a tilting within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where it isn't-I was blinded like that-and swam in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so specifically myself I thought I'd die from being loved like that.

Annunciation Even if I don't see it again —nor ever feel it I know it is— and that if once it hailed me it ever does — And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as towards a place, but it was a tilting within myself, as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where it isn't-I was blinded like that-and swam in what shone at me only able to endure it by being no one and so specifically myself I thought I'd die from being loved like that.

A poem for your Sunday
~Marie Howe
Annunciation
I thought I'd die from being loved like that...

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From @seanthomasd.bsky.social's book, The Second O of Sorrow.

Published by @boa-editions.bsky.social. Get it here: bookshop.org/a/862/9781942683551

#poem #books #writing

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BBC International Editor Jeremy Bowen has confirmed that the entire Al Jazeera team in Gaza City has been killed.

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POEM

My heart in pieces like the bits
Of traffic lost in the blue
Rain confused I roar off into
To learn how to build a ladder
With air in my lungs again
To be with you in that region
Of speed and altitude where our bodies
Sail off to be kissed and changed
By light that behaves like a hand
Picking us up in one state and putting
Us down in a different one every time

POEM My heart in pieces like the bits Of traffic lost in the blue Rain confused I roar off into To learn how to build a ladder With air in my lungs again To be with you in that region Of speed and altitude where our bodies Sail off to be kissed and changed By light that behaves like a hand Picking us up in one state and putting Us down in a different one every time

off to be kissed and changed

Tom Clark

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Poetry pamphlet Search Party by Ian Letourneau (Opaat Press) sits on a wooden table with a pineapple and an elegant container with two red bergamot flowers

Poetry pamphlet Search Party by Ian Letourneau (Opaat Press) sits on a wooden table with a pineapple and an elegant container with two red bergamot flowers

Poem inside poetry pamphlet Search Party by Ian Letourneau, next to a pineapple

Poem inside poetry pamphlet Search Party by Ian Letourneau, next to a pineapple

"Aware
of time drifting away, as clouds do, moving
overhead, the pewter clouds holding back rain
and slowly tarnishing."

#TodaysPoem #poetry
Search Party by @ianletourneau.bsky.social (2025 Opaat Press / @thisisannick.bsky.social) tinyurl.com/yc3vvnne

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