Valid. Sous chat is sous chat. Nothing to be done now but wait.

"War in the dust, in the glass pitcher / of water with the sun flooding through. / Today my people are grieving / and I am in a city far away"

From "Poem in the City with Maryam, ya Maryam," one of two new poems by Philipe AbiYouness for National Poetry Month.

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Sigh. Yup, still relevant.

Hoooooo-wheeeee this is a dense and toothsome story

Putting this bug in your ear, @nicoledubuc.bsky.social (will vouch for it being a hell of a novella)

Godspeed.

3) Dewberry and Clinique? I *told* you there's a time eddy here... it's obviously 1992 in this pocket universe called Edmonton.

1) love the crab
2) Absolutely fierce. The photo does not do justice to the *SPARKLE* 🔥

I mean...I did sort of expect that you'd have more of a dangerous and feral quality to your smile... beyond that, I'm sorry people suck, and wishing you crone wisdom to not give a flying fig.

"Incomplete Rendering" by Shana Ross - League of Canadian Poets Poetry Pause is the League of Canadian Poets' daily poetry dispatch. Read "Incomplete Rendering" by Shana Ross, part of the League's Fresh Voices program.

poets.ca/incomplete-r... Thanks to the LCP for showcasing this one - it's particularly tender for me, still.

It's that time of the year: time to nominate your favourite Canadian spec fic! Nominations close on April 4, 2026.

<instant waterworks> Back at you. OMG, to be in such company is a dream/honour/joy...

This is one of my favorite games!!!
1) Anything Quan Barry has ever written, especially The Unveiling
2) Anything Megan Giddings has ever written, especially The Women Could Fly
3) Ravishing by Eshani Surya
4) Dava Shastri's Last Day by Kirthana Ramisetti

Honestly? A little tempting.

friends, please share ❤️👹:

everyone who follows my bsky account between now (1:08PM EST) and when i’ve crashed into bed with my yasso bar (8PM EST) will be entered into a raffle for a free full edit of 3k words or less

i’m tired of being unpopular

lfg

You’ll find lots of fantastic work here, including “Flighty” by @ianli.bsky.social (Spring ‘25) and “I have been to the market” by @shanaross.bsky.social (Autumn ‘25), both in the Best Poem/Song category!

This is SO. WICKEDLY. GOOD.

Journeybread Recipe, poem by Lawrence Schimel (Mythic Poetry Series) Journeybread Recipe by Lawrence Schimel “Even in the electric kitchen there was the smell of a journey.” –Anne Sexton, “Little Red Riding Hood” 1. In a tupperware wood…

Many years ago I wrote a recipe fairytale :)

silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2014/11/27/j...

This is fantastic! Also: this is devastating - my to-be-read list may never recover!

Oh, this is a fun challenge:

Sarah Pinsker
Lydia Davis
Ted Chiang
Emma Burnett
Yiyun Li
Etgar Keret (although I feel most of my experience with him is dancing at the 10 year cutoff)

In case you are nominating/voting on things...

@mynachang.bsky.social says I’m harrowing, and I couldn’t be more flattered 😍

Peine forte et dure - the news feels like stone after stone being added, and I'm still trying to stand.

And all backers now get a copy of my gingerbread recipe, which...is actually that good. You'll never bother with another.

Fascination: Dark Fantasy Anthology A macabre story collection of nature-fueled magic, witches & dark fae. Creepy cottages, haunted homesteads & bespelled woods.

Hey folks! Come out to support this fantastic anthology - edited by a Canadian, and published by a Canadian small press with a global group of authors.

Next up for stretch goals: interior art

www.kickstarter.com/projects/tyc...

There's nothing like getting sick (cough, headache, general bleh) to make me realize how much work it takes to stay open to people, always find a generous interpretation, stop myself from fiery rants about complicity and malignant capitalism, etc. Am tired. Please send soup.

My friend referred to two of her colleagues as "the minor gods of meh" and yeah, now I'm obsessed with the pantheon of mediocrity.

I'm incredibly finicky about taking classes. I'll be kind about it, but I'm not spending time or money with people who aren't good teachers. I keep coming back for these workshops.

He flew away before I could get a picture, but I have met the fattest of fat magpies. Anyone know what that portends? (I believe he flipped me off as he flew away, but, like, that's all magpies all the time, right?)

This one still makes me feel all the feels. So grateful to @thebraag.bsky.social for giving this poem a platform.