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Thanks Gareth - your poem is brilliant also!

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Thank you so much Mark – this is a poem that got rejected a lot, so I’m especially pleased it’s got such a good home, and kind readers 🩷

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Issue twenty-one — Bad Lilies

OUT NOW. Issue Twenty-One: Long-limbed Darlings badlilies.uk/issue-twenty-1

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Jo Bratten — Bad Lilies Two poems by Jo Bratten

There is a new bunch of Bad Lilies out and two of them are mine www.badlilies.uk/jo-bratten-1. It’s a corker of an issue

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I concur. This is a superb poem. The last word in mower poems.

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Thank you - your Magma poem is gorgeous 💛

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And these by @jsaphra.bsky.social and @jesstraynor.bsky.social 🔥

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Some favourites - this spread with @lucyrebeccaholme.bsky.social and @katewakeling.bsky.social

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Spring has finally sprung and with it spring issues of @poetrylondon.bsky.social and @magmapoetry.bsky.social – I’m lucky to have a poem in each, alongside all manner of brilliance 💛

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Happy birthday for tomorrow dear Kathryn ❤️❤️

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Loved all of these

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The Bubble
after Jean Gautier, loosely breathe out the bubble appears
an explosion
about to burst an idea
— please anything but an idea! — wafting on its own propulsion transparent star glass globe
or opal pendant from an earlobe ovum a perfection on the verge of error
a simulacra of a screen-saver's mazy shine
looping its loops of colour even before log-in the whole damn world in its taut circumference window-streaked spherical a tear shed for its own
brief existence
one click one scroll one nudge a tick of tinnitus in your ear one burp and it's gone

The Bubble after Jean Gautier, loosely breathe out the bubble appears an explosion about to burst an idea — please anything but an idea! — wafting on its own propulsion transparent star glass globe or opal pendant from an earlobe ovum a perfection on the verge of error a simulacra of a screen-saver's mazy shine looping its loops of colour even before log-in the whole damn world in its taut circumference window-streaked spherical a tear shed for its own brief existence one click one scroll one nudge a tick of tinnitus in your ear one burp and it's gone

Time to spotlight the poets of issue twenty. First up, we have four poems by Matthew Caley badlilies.uk/matthew-caley-1

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Beautiful poem @corinnaboard.bsky.social ❤️

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Rose Apple and the Desiccated Lake by Naush Sabah PN Review 259, May - June 2021

This week from the archive: read Rose Apple and the Desiccated Lake by Naush Sabah, published in PN Review 259, May - June 2021.

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The bearded dancers made me think this was a parody but it seems no…

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Listen, Broligarchy is not some cute synonym for oligarchy. It's genuinely different & WAY more dangerous.

I'm a sociologist who's been studying the ultra-rich globally for 17 yrs, entering their world as an offshore wealth mgr. Published 2 books abt them.

🧵Broligarchs are distinct in 3 ways:

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Thank you Elizabeth: that’s high praise! Chekhov is universal, of course: we all get him… ❤️

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I mean

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As democracy collapses around our ears I’m not advocating a retreat into illusion, in spite of what this poem might suggest. Hugely grateful to @thelondonmagazine.bsky.social for publishing the first of my Chekhov poems in their Feb/March edition

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Latest @thelondonmagazine.bsky.social landing on doormats – have gone straight to the crossword where I’m stuck on 29 across

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Bad Lilies returns, with much joy, to a screen near you next month. We’ve some beautiful poems in store for you. Follow us on @badlilies.bsky.social if you don’t already. 🌸

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Such a delicate, gorgeous poem Zoë ❤️❤️

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Latest Poetry Society post…

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You know that poetry Bluesky has found its feet when there’s beef #poetrydiscourse

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Poem text reads:

The Rainmaker
BY NIALL CAMPBELL

We needed it—and he stood there, 
feet on the dry porch, saying ‘rain’, 
cloud and skyful, the sound of drumming;

the bath trough in the garden listened, white and bone dry, as he described 
a bright wash across the dust fields,

the surest downpour, the flushed skin, 
my soaked shirt, heavy as a bell.
Then off he went to the scorched fields,

humming, and weighing what we paid.
What did he say: ‘prayer is moisture; 
hope is a well’—I didn't care,

I wanted just the words from him— 
what I couldn't dare say—not there beneath that sun, that blur of fire-sky.

My thoughts all thoughts of water, I 
spun my head round—to hear the spill 
of the word rain across the boards,

and nothing grew dark, nothing fell-
but something fell, and the ground took, and something wild as garlic grew.

Poem text reads: The Rainmaker BY NIALL CAMPBELL We needed it—and he stood there, feet on the dry porch, saying ‘rain’, cloud and skyful, the sound of drumming; the bath trough in the garden listened, white and bone dry, as he described a bright wash across the dust fields, the surest downpour, the flushed skin, my soaked shirt, heavy as a bell. Then off he went to the scorched fields, humming, and weighing what we paid. What did he say: ‘prayer is moisture; hope is a well’—I didn't care, I wanted just the words from him— what I couldn't dare say—not there beneath that sun, that blur of fire-sky. My thoughts all thoughts of water, I spun my head round—to hear the spill of the word rain across the boards, and nothing grew dark, nothing fell- but something fell, and the ground took, and something wild as garlic grew.

I know we don’t really need rain here in the UK at the moment, but I’d still like to share this truly beautiful poem by @niallpoetry.bsky.social which I re-discovered thanks to @marjorielotfi.bsky.social’s January writing reset sessions.
#poetry

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Pages 36-37 of the new @rialtopoetry.bsky.social are especially pleasing - poems by Matthew Caley and @drlauravarnam.bsky.social

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😅

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Am honoured (and unworthy) to follow Elizabeth Bishop in @mconley.bsky.social’s alphabetical journey through poems - really appreciative of the time he gave my little not-a-moon-poem poem 🙏

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