Thanks so much, Donna!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Deep thanks to the editors at @swwim.bsky.social for sharing this one. It appears in a manuscript that I've begun sending out, that could have just been called, "Bodies, Man. Seriously?"

Deep thanks to @poetrycurrency.bsky.social for featuring these two poems--which are proof I'm a) still writing about foxes and b) still writing, even though a doctor drilled a hole in my head. 😂🦊🤷‍♀️

A copy of the book Selkie Moon, whose cover shows a moon reflected in the sea and surrounded by seals, appears on a desk between an amethyst and a black and white polished stone, along with blue eyeglasses.

Folklore friends, this summer reading is meant for you--Selkie Moon, by @kellyjarviswriter.bsky.social , is a selkie story told freshly and tenderly from the daughter's p.o.v. Its lush island dreamscapes swept me away. And oh, the sentences! Such enchanting sentences!

So thankful for you and your amazing poems, Abbie!

wow.WOW.

Still have a few open seats in this May workshop. Poets and dreamers, come write with us!

Here, There, and OtherWhere: Dreaming Spaces/Places in Your Poems — The Poetry Barn Dates: Monday, May 5 - Sunday, June 1 Format: Asynchronous ( learn more ) Poet Naomi Shihab Nye has said, “place is really the gravity for poetry. Poetry exists in terms of how it springs out of...

Poetry Friends, I'll be teaching this new online async workshop in May! Hope you'll join us!

Thank you--

Cover of new issue of New Ohio Review. It's a broad-stroked painting of a face in orange and white on a yellow background.

text of poem about a recurring dream

Everything is burning down, and also, I am thankful to New Ohio Review for including this small grief poem.

terrific poem. and yes to clarity and action. May my anger make me an instrument

"Eggs" by Kay Ryan We turn out as tippy as eggs. Legs are an illusion. We are held as in a carton if someone loves us. It's a pity only loss proves this.

Kay Ryan, my goodness

“If a star, hydrangea me blue.” 💙

—C.T. Salazar in HEADLESS JOHN THE BAPTIST HITCHHIKING (Acre Books)

@ctsalazar.bsky.social

Was there no loneliness like the ziti's? 🤷‍♀️

From insta account @poetryisnotaluxury Rita Dove PITHOS Climb into a jar and live for a while. Chill earth. No stars in this stone sky. You have ceased to ache. Your spine is a flower.

Damn Rita Dove is so stunning 🔥🔥

It may be my 100th time, for all I know. But I'm just as grateful to read it today as I was the first time. Thank you!

Anatomy of Late - Plume Anatomy of Late   It looks like a fox, when it’s sleeping. No, its body won’t be that red, that curled certain with tufts of sky. It looks like the moss that covers your dream of the fox when sleep be...

@sallypoet.bsky.social never ceases to amaze me. Check out this haunting piece published in the latest issue of Plume Poetry.

plumepoetry.com/anatomy-of-l...

Oh, thank you so much, Michael! 💜

"when did sleep become a test run" This, yes--

"and try to tell my mother." This killed me. If I'd been your friend, I'd have believed you. I believe you now

@jessicacuello.bsky.social, I cherish this pointed (porcupine joke, see what I did there?) poem for its surprise wings (oh, oops, spoiler)

Wow.

Oh, this is a knockout.

Okay, that does sound kind of narrative. I fold.

Please report back on how this goes. If you hear a lot of "eye eye eye" it may be more like "ay ay," and they are agreeing (and deeming you captain of the ship, for good measure).

For real? But it's such a lyric. It's a moment's monument, for sure.

This is facts. And also, I love my dog, but I would NOT let her make me a sandwich. Trust issues

Congratulations! I love to see this!