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Posts by Emily Hockaday

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Only a few days left to save $ on the best poetry chapbook ever about finding yourself among throngs of sweaty, moshing dudes in Unitarian church basements. Poems to Stage Dive to is out on Tuesday.

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Our program Buried Creek Collective program curriculum is a course designed to give Greater Philadelphia area writers a foundation in the regional environment and its concerns—from the city’s historic in…

We're hosting info sessions for our (free) fall Climate Education for Writers on 4/16 and 4/30. If you're a Philly writer with an interest in climate change, check out program details / register to say hi and ask questions / apply by May 31! buriedcreekcollective.com/our-program/

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Gorgeous poem!

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Ekphrasis Writing Workshop Online | March 2026 | Holly Walrath Join Holly Walrath's 4-week ekphrasis workshop starting March 1st, 2026. Learn to write inspired by visual art via Zoom Sundays 10am-12pm CT. Boost creativity!

This workshop is looking like it will sell out! writingworkshops.com/products/ekp...

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So psyched for these! I have a poem in 22.

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If you've ever wanted to try writing in a different genre, I've got a workshop for you. 30 Genres in 30 Days is chock-full of writing prompts to try and expand your genre skills!
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I don’t mean to sound extreme, but I don’t think we should have torture camps for people with criminal records either.

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Covers of world of dew by Lindsay Stuart hill and in a body by Emily Hockaday. The former depicts a forest or a swamp, surreal and dreamlike with evening light. The latter depicts a the head of a woman with perhaps carrot flowers growing out of her face.

Covers of world of dew by Lindsay Stuart hill and in a body by Emily Hockaday. The former depicts a forest or a swamp, surreal and dreamlike with evening light. The latter depicts a the head of a woman with perhaps carrot flowers growing out of her face.

It's January. Still.
But on the plus side, as I walked down my block after the blizzard, I saw a woman with wine-dark dreadlocks, and from her pocket there was singing, and she was singing along, don't worry, baby
to her car, of all things, as she swept armfuls of snow from it, a VW bug with headlight eyes, windshield wiper antennae sticking straight up, and I walked on overcome into the cloudless blue morning. Don't worry, baby.
I had walked out my door, phone in hand, with a head full of news: 1,300 people dying a day, vaccine mandates in stalemate, new laws contrived to erase our history.
But now, this sky meadow. My thoughts stunned, cowed and sheepish in pure air.
Oh literal glitter, sparkling specks of snow dust upswept like bird murmurations, apart, together, dispersed, space-entered, oh God. On the plus side, there she was: music overflowing from her pockets, her throat, as if we were buried in nothing but sunlight and snowfall and she could just brush it all off with her mittens.

It's January. Still. But on the plus side, as I walked down my block after the blizzard, I saw a woman with wine-dark dreadlocks, and from her pocket there was singing, and she was singing along, don't worry, baby to her car, of all things, as she swept armfuls of snow from it, a VW bug with headlight eyes, windshield wiper antennae sticking straight up, and I walked on overcome into the cloudless blue morning. Don't worry, baby. I had walked out my door, phone in hand, with a head full of news: 1,300 people dying a day, vaccine mandates in stalemate, new laws contrived to erase our history. But now, this sky meadow. My thoughts stunned, cowed and sheepish in pure air. Oh literal glitter, sparkling specks of snow dust upswept like bird murmurations, apart, together, dispersed, space-entered, oh God. On the plus side, there she was: music overflowing from her pockets, her throat, as if we were buried in nothing but sunlight and snowfall and she could just brush it all off with her mittens.

River Clay
Being back here, I'm reminded what I'm made of. The wet shore of Hockanum River is red and thick.
I know the slimy feel of clay between my fingers and under my nails.
A muskrat glides through the water;
I think about my own clay limbs—the stiffness each morning, how you call and call my name with your little voice,
but I still can't get them to move.

River Clay Being back here, I'm reminded what I'm made of. The wet shore of Hockanum River is red and thick. I know the slimy feel of clay between my fingers and under my nails. A muskrat glides through the water; I think about my own clay limbs—the stiffness each morning, how you call and call my name with your little voice, but I still can't get them to move.

Fantastic event @astoriabookshop.bsky.social for the launch of Lindsay Stuart Hill’s world of dew with readings from @emilyhockaday.bsky.social.

Two of my favorites so far when going through the books… it’s January still by LSH and River Clay by EH.

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later today! join us to support a great cause!!!

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Poets, start your wild, precious engines.

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If it were me I would consider: Do I have a contract with them? Do I want them to have my poem (are they someone I’ve been subbing to for years)? What would I do with the poem if it were free? Sorry this happened; it’s so stressful and disheartening to be in limbo like this.

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Our leader is starving his people and blaming it on everyone else. I really can’t fathom this dystopia we live in where corporations worth billions don’t pay fair taxes or their employees livable wages but food insecure residents aren’t worth spending $$ on. TLDR please donate to local food banks.

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More fabulous poems tbr on Saturday 👀

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Sneak peek:

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Just a few days away!

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Flyer advertising a poetry workshop from 1-3 and reading/open mic from 3-4 on October 4th at the Queens Botanical Garden. Images of a red haired poet and a seated reading.

Flyer advertising a poetry workshop from 1-3 and reading/open mic from 3-4 on October 4th at the Queens Botanical Garden. Images of a red haired poet and a seated reading.

Free (after garden admission) poetry workshop on 10/4 at 1 pm sponsored by @flushingtownhall.bsky.social and Queens Art Fund and Queens Botanical garden! Reading & Open Mic at 3! www.eventbrite.com/e/1625151314...

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Alas, came to this thread too late!

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@bookculture.com

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This is exciting to have another journal in this space.

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We built a calculator that doesn't work, but don't worry, it's also a plagiarism machine that will tell you to kill yourself. It runs on the world's oceans and costs 10 trillion dollars.

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Same! The best part of Worldcon is meeting folks in person!

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My Worldcon schedule! Come say hi!

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As always at #Worldcon you can pitch me for @interstellarflight.bsky.social but pls be aware we are not taking a lot of books right now. Catching up from COVID brain fog and focusing on our pending books I’m behind on.

It’s important to learn to pitch tho so I’m always willing to hear one!

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Upcoming events with many incredible writers! More info as each date nears.

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Standing looking over my glasses at the poem, mouth turned downward as if to say, Words, what have you done?

Standing looking over my glasses at the poem, mouth turned downward as if to say, Words, what have you done?

Standing with Emily Hockaday and Jason B Crawford.

Standing with Emily Hockaday and Jason B Crawford.

My best impression of a disappointed father looking at his children (poems). Was a great time reading eith @jasonbcrawford.bsky.social and @emilyhockaday.bsky.social at NYC Poetry Festival.

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Poets of Queens New York Poetry Festival Reading Brinkley Stage, Sunday July 13th @ 11:30AM with Jared Beloff, Jason B. Crawford and Emily Hockaday. Hosted by Olena Jennings.

Poets of Queens New York Poetry Festival Reading Brinkley Stage, Sunday July 13th @ 11:30AM with Jared Beloff, Jason B. Crawford and Emily Hockaday. Hosted by Olena Jennings.

Who is going to the NYC Poetry Festival?? Poets of Queens is hosting a reading on Sunday, July 13th at 11:30am with @jasonbcrawford.bsky.social @emilyhockaday.bsky.social and yours truly.

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Today's poem is "Aubade"
by Emily Hockaday
from Blood Music
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Next week I’ll be at Black Rock Books promoting my newest @smallharborpub.bsky.social book! 🩸

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The magazine launched the careers of many well-known authors, and is the oldest science fiction magazine still in operation today. Trevor deserves recognition for continuing the tradition of publishing groundbreaking SF. Analog has 75 awards under its belt. Let’s give its editor long overdue credit.

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