A poem by the great Alan Catlin in our latest issue of Hobo Camp Review https://hobocampreview.blogspot.com/2026/01/alan-catlin.html?m=1
A poem by the great Alan Catlin in our latest issue of Hobo Camp Review
hobocampreview.blogspot.com/2026/01/alan...
In the long afternoon, are you thinking of what might have been?
What if light became untethered,
floating into the starless dark
like a fleeing prayer?
He could quote Homer in Greek, so / I trusted he could stitch my finger
Seems like an easy ask. Unfortunate they have not responded.
More great poetry by Canadian poet and philosopher Jan Zwicky.
On the Self.
Theories of Personal Identity
The photograph;
The past life;
...
The ghost town,
aka the rummage bin,
that old sweet song.
But there was beauty too: my mother, high / up on a ladder, nailing her wedding dress to a tree
Grateful to @thimblelitmag.bsky.social for giving this one a home 🧼
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A girl grows bold / and holds the forbidden jar in her hands
i grew my plot for the wasps &
the bees
"I have met people who would eat my soul right in front of me, not from spite
But because there’s a reverence in consuming a person in front of them"
—Lucy Jones
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Resist your body’s need to know where it is
there’s a sly hook that’s settled in to your upper lip
Look at the crow,
I say, pointing to a raven
even I can find the sacred
playing footsie on the grass
gerrymandering to dilute the voting power of right-wingers is good because their ideas are poisonous and evil. in this respect it is better than other uses of gerrymandering. thank you for attending my political science course
A cactus ball of spikes sitting in a vase of water on a window sill
My new rooting project is just a ball of spikes
Stars
Slices of cold butter the lovers are spreading
over their toast.
Frank Stanford
Image courtesy @alinaetc.bsky.social
saw a billboard for a "sports" app today, except it was actually a betting app and the conflation of the words "sports" and "betting" is a huge loss for language and, because it does not bode well for the future of good sportsmanship, humanity.
What young words / had I written then?
Poetry: Frank: Sonnets by Diane Seuss
Fiction: Prophet Song by Paul Lynch
They told me to list myself last, so I didn’t / list myself at all
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When not at work only my spouse & mom & in laws have notification privileges. When at work those contacts get added in, but nothing else, ever.
LILIES I added fertilizer and fresh water to the vase today, but nothing can unsnap the neck of a lily; I also pulled on my excuse of a flannel coat, the one you'd been wearing, the one you'd thought I forgot about.
Keeping the CanCon coming with this Mike Meagher miniature
A.R. Ammons with a perfect poem about a grackle
✂️e(i 8: Collage is live!✂️
Our #spotlight is on Lydia Rae Bush's @LRBPoetry.bsky.social "On tying myself up."
Check out their work at buff.ly/E6d26Y2!
After @carriganak.bsky.social & @suzchef.bsky.social 's poetry in Issue 4: buff.ly/UxDjLF9.
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