yeah i’m putting this here because the annoyances are on twitter

Wow, been depressed as shit. Nacho fries are back, probably

louise glück garden zaddy o Louise pray tell me how can i speak with my hands so busy with stems stuffing my mouth with flowers until petals spill out pollen dripping from my lips o Louise pray tell me how shall i kneel among such beauties filling my irises with tears to weep at daffodils devotions for themselves when i pluck them i breathe from their golden coronae o Louise pray tell me how am i bloomed and collapsed simultaneously prostrate across the spent flower bed and within the sweetened soil withering and retracting me and you / human and flower

anyway Glück’s The Wild Iris impacted me deeply when i read it in undergrad and i’m saddened by her passing, here’s a poem i wrote (also in undergrad) inspired by that particular collection

"just the image she entertains learns how to swallow lackluster bouquets hallmark cards no memory of what beloved she presses to her neck"

—Moni Garcia

When We Became Trees By Danai Christopoulou They’d told us it would be peaceful; natural. Well, natural for us—peaceful for them. Peaceful to sit in the shadow of our green growth, lost in their memories of who we used to be. Feeling vi...

"...they sat and waited, as we were lowered to the ground in an egg-shaped capsule, a sapling sprouting from where our belly buttons used to be."

Fresh on hex today, a brilliant little chiller of a story: "When We Became Trees" by @danaiwrites.bsky.social !!

"looking out the only window in the dining room
father ushers winter’s sunlight in
reaches for the yellow it lyrics
to save a plant i abandoned thought dead"

—Moni Garcia

Tāmaki Makaurau, I’ll be performing tomorrow at the Regional Poetry Slam Finals. It’s at 7pm at Cityside Baptist Church. Come along if you’d like to engage in some creative Rage, of which I’m sure there will be plenty. Ticket link below.

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With Such Stars to Guide Us — Prismatica Press

In case you missed it: @prismaticapress.bsky.social just published my sword-and-sorcery-ish end of the world novelette “With Such Stars to Guide Us.” Read it here: prismaticapress.com/prismatica/2...

the skin isn’t the softest organ,
but it’s the only one I can put both my hands on

"Meat Shop" and "tangerine," two poems by Claire Meniktas: www.bruisermag.com/two-poems-by...

Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying BY NOOR HINDI Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don't see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It's so beautiful, the moon. They're so beautiful, the flowers. I pick flowers for my dead father when I'm sad. He watches Al Jazeera all day. I wish Jessica would stop texting me Happy Ramadan. I know I'm American because when I walk into a room something dies. Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound. When I die, I promise to haunt you forever. One day, I'll write about the flowers like we own them.

“I know I'm American because when I walk into a room something dies. Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound.” — Noor Hindi

Images of people laying down for all sorts of reasons. Supine 49 is live.

Mornin.

Still not really sure what kind of party this is. Better just read instead.

Supine 49 is live.

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and she says, Let's not go
just yet, oh my love, not now
when I've found you, please,
let's circle slow

"Takeaway," a poem by Lily Herman: www.bruisermag.com/takeaway-by-...

obituary for my hot sauce shelf, by Alexandra Weiss Poetry, chapbook, 28 pages, from Bottlecap Features. obituary for my hot sauce shelf is a chapbook about bodies and how they change over time. These poems talk about disability as a process that is so...

new chapbook out from Bottlecap Press!!!
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Lucy Loftus — Ghost City Press

"and do elephants, in their long slow dreams 
scent a hazy polestar  
not to know the place / but just the shadows it would cast 
 
found."

#TodaysPoem #poetry
Elephant Graveyard by Lucy Loftus (2023 @ghostcitypress.bsky.social) tinyurl.com/5wsywfyy

"my stardew valley house is full of plants
i am incapable of killing, pixelgreen luscious
leaves scattering up wooden walls"

—nat raum

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