Two poems, by Joshua Martin Adjusted situational precariousness remains vivid [implied] …bloodiest histories reach decisions            …imperial historiographies  ...

Two new poems up on The Pi Review @thepireview.bsky.social. Check them out!

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Two poems, by Joshua Martin Adjusted situational precariousness remains vivid [implied] …bloodiest histories reach decisions            …imperial historiographies  ...

Two poems, by Joshua Martin @jmartinpoetry.bsky.social
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from PurgatorioXIX: Sir Samuel Walker Griffith, The Divina Commedia of Dante Alighieri, Oxford UP, 1911, by Andy Weaver 1. in chill     dawn in long dusk in dreams stuttering in distorted lack         to   inveigle   a song   when i...

from PurgatorioXIX: Sir Samuel Walker Griffith, The Divina Commedia of Dante Alighieri, Oxford UP, 1911, by Andy Weaver
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from PurgatorioXIX: Sir Samuel Walker Griffith, The Divina Commedia of Dante Alighieri, Oxford UP, 1911, by Andy Weaver 1. in chill     dawn in long dusk in dreams stuttering in distorted lack         to   inveigle   a song   when i...

from PurgatorioXIX: Sir Samuel Walker Griffith, The Divina Commedia of Dante Alighieri, Oxford UP, 1911, by Andy Weaver
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Two poems, by Stephen Brockwell Lost Tongues It was as if our tongues escaped the compound and ran off by themselves to the riverbank. Words dropped like spit int...

Two poems, by Stephen Brockwell
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Two poems, by John Levy Through the Cemetery I take this detour again. It's in my mind. Again I find the small boy in a dark suit that fits him, chosen by his...

Two poems, by John Levy
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Two poems, by Mark Valentine The Rhythm Machine It calculates that I like sunrise in a far galaxy comet melodies whistling stars flying saucers blue love, blue looks...

Two poems, by Mark Valentine
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Two poems, by Stephen Brockwell Lost Tongues It was as if our tongues escaped the compound and ran off by themselves to the riverbank. Words dropped like spit int...

Two poems, by Stephen Brockwell
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Two poems, by John Levy Through the Cemetery I take this detour again. It's in my mind. Again I find the small boy in a dark suit that fits him, chosen by his...

Two poems, by John Levy
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Two poems, by Mark Valentine The Rhythm Machine It calculates that I like sunrise in a far galaxy comet melodies whistling stars flying saucers blue love, blue looks...

Two poems, by Mark Valentine
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Two poems, by Kit Fryatt air: maestoso Freezing blockhouse. All the long night long. Sacking slapping in the squints. Whisht whisht says the wind. Never shuts th...

Two poems, by Kit Fryatt @kitfryatt.bsky.social
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from Tone Poem: Starlight and Stardust, by Robert Sheppard for Jazz Ian Perry Melissa Aldana, 12 Stars ears raised to...

from Tone Poem: Starlight and Stardust, by Robert Sheppard @robertsheppard.bsky.social
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I'd like to thank Pi for publishing these 3 poems so quickly. Other poems from the Tone Poem sequence may be accessed here: robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2025/11/tone.... I'm trying to publish the whole sequence online. Dedicated to @jazzian.bsky.social !

from Tone Poem: Starlight and Stardust, by Robert Sheppard for Jazz Ian Perry Melissa Aldana, 12 Stars ears raised to...

from Tone Poem: Starlight and Stardust, by Robert Sheppard @robertsheppard.bsky.social
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Thanks to The Pi Review for publishing these!

Two poems, by Kit Fryatt air: maestoso Freezing blockhouse. All the long night long. Sacking slapping in the squints. Whisht whisht says the wind. Never shuts th...

Two poems, by Kit Fryatt @kitfryatt.bsky.social
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Two Poems, by Pearl Pirie jeep in a teacup! what a covet object   will I forget, or regret lost chance? want want want like a loon song echoing across the night l...

Two Poems, by Pearl Pirie @pearlpoet.bsky.social
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The Pi Review is open for submissions.

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Two Poems, by Pearl Pirie jeep in a teacup! what a covet object   will I forget, or regret lost chance? want want want like a loon song echoing across the night l...

Two Poems, by Pearl Pirie @pearlpoet.bsky.social
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The Pi Review is open for submissions.

talking about strawberries all of the time seeks submissions for our 15th issue of unpublished poetry, including visual and concrete poetries, as well as lyric and postcard prose.

Send as .doc or .docx with author biography. No homophobia, racism or hate. October 1.

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Three poems, by Colin Dardis Ghosts Out There All these ghosts with their spray cans writing their name across the city trying to convince us that they exist as ...

Three poems, by Colin Dardis @purelypoetry.bsky.social
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Thanks, as always, for hosting this, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social.

Here's one of my favourites, published in @thepireview.bsky.social a few years back.

"The empty
papier-mâché nest
hung as a gift from
an optimistic child,
the birds waiting until
the camouflage of leaves."

Thanks to @thepireview.bsky.social for posting these three new short poems.

Three poems, by Colin Dardis Ghosts Out There All these ghosts with their spray cans writing their name across the city trying to convince us that they exist as ...

Three poems, by Colin Dardis @purelypoetry.bsky.social
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The Pi Review seeks submissions of unpublished poetry and prose. thepireview.blogspot.com

The Pi Review seeks submissions of unpublished poetry and prose. thepireview.blogspot.com

Three poems, by Nate Logan POEM THAT ENDS WITH A BIRD The old barrel of laughs was blasted apart last week.   We’re in trouble with an invocation. The empty fi...

Three poems, by Nate Logan @airbudhockey.bsky.social thepireview.blogspot.com/2025/01/thre...

Two poems, by Shelagh Rowan-Legg Play Now is not the time for me to dawdle on a poem that jests at the expense of my winter heart, not a frolic nor a trifle, though you ...

Two poems, by Shelagh Rowan-Legg @shelaghrowanlegg.bsky.social thepireview.blogspot.com/2025/01/two-...