i am beating and turning and emptying
out and opening up and beastly
the sky of local clouds parts & the sun
breaks the woods, soft legion
comfort w/ reds surrounded by greens
— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/29/2...
I love this part
Where the earworm wriggles
And the spider smiles
Toothlessly back
— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/29/t...
no one
talks about what tanks we are
how our exoskeletal
bodies swell to contain all
the horror also
blue sky blood of field
and wood
— @kikikasch.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/29/i...
I looked at Matt and was like “YO!” Matt grinned like a devil, sun glinting off his green hair. Velocity Girl’s Copacetic became soundtrack to that blurred line between adolescence and adulthood.
— @stevenrkarl.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/29/9...
Yolanda at the gate says
i was so worried about you & im so depressed
her silver hair oceanic around her radiant
whole life the generosity of seeing
like folded strata at the shoreline of time
— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/29/a...
We split the 16-oz beer a friend left
In the fridge three months ago
Squinted into clouds
Of dustbowl and citylight
Remembered yesterday’s
Daytime owl on the fence
Like a yoked dream
— @bexklaver.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/28/a...
cross-legged killjoy
in black nylon leggings
reminding my daughter
to keep the sand inside the box
girl you are 42 years old
I tell myself in a group chat
— @nicolebrett.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/28/p...
scrolling back through photos
when did his tail stop curling
how could it be missed
a devastation of notice
a devastation of solitude
in August a bliss blur
— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/23/s...
In the dark ages
There was no point
Of comparison
Or at least
No point comparing
Names
Used to be words too
— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/24/g...
then lulled by the flicker of degrading
battery, I find me nearly drifting off
leaning my face out over the rough
raft’s edge
— @kikikasch.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/23/i...
we’re both so full
of miles
we’re neither of us new
i dot the grid in your direction
pen to tongue
i say some words against romance
— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/23/2...
she shimmers phantasmicly – auras aglow.
nervous, not knowing where to set your mind
but you don’t hide it. you can tell she’s your kind
— @kikikasch.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/22/f...
I can’t write poems in a boat in the middle of a donut-shaped pond
called Third Pond or maybe it is Fourth Pond
but it’s certainly not called Poem Pond
— @shannacompton.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/22/2...
Besides memory is a library
Work that is the best work that is not work
yet a livelihood yet friendship
I’m wool gathering with Pride and Prejudice
—Farrah Field
#NaPoWriMo #Poetry #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/22/p...
get inside
take off
your clothes
and put
on Minions
someone directs
someone else
on this show
and I’m still
laughing about it
— @nicolebrett.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem #Poetry #DailyDraft
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/21/m...
The small scales feel like code
A blue message in an empty clock
Busy with silent love ritual
— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem #DailyDraft
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/21/t...
delight sorts itself
acceptance seats itself
in the last empty chair
strangers are yolked
to other strangers
in the enclosure
— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social
#poem #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/15/1...
Big eyes open
To the tender anemones
I smoosh without thought
Pugilist and optimist
Can we talk about it yet
— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#poem #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/15/g...
the daughter calls daily
listens hard but the mother
doesn’t like scrutiny doesn’t
want to be listened to not
like that because won’t some-
thing slip, one of the shames
she has over years pressed
into gem.
— @kikikasch.bsky.social
#poem #NaPoWriMo
#AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/15/c...
Racheal Kundananji caught in the corner
stood
two footed on the ball
paused
beckoned her defender with her out stretched hand
— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#poem #AprilPoem #NaPoWriMo
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/14/7...
as the early morning empties out
as the ripple takes
but doesn’t give
maybe mid-feeling is the feeling
maybe the way to the feeling
is the feeling
— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #poem #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/08/8...
A richness of the world of possibilities
Speaking to those who we know can no longer reply
A child gave me his trash
and I said I’m not a human wastebasket
It was recycling anyway
—Farrah Field
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
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before a self a field grass damp
with sprinkler broken by mow
strewn back upon itself which seems
like caprice though that word will
wait years
— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#AprilPoem #DailyDraft #NaPoWriMo
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/08/1...
When I say fill I mean feel
the way I’d feel if I was a rover sent to wake the other rovers on Mars
Saying why’d you power down bro man
Lonely as a dust storm which is the opposite of lonely
— Farrah Field
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem #DailyPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/07/t...
the feel of 95 in spring is
altered – potholes blossom – some of them
deep as june poppies no
all of them
narcotic but it’s april yet
wet and the green still willow-yellow
— @kikikasch.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/06/o...
that tree thriving lightning that lightning meets
needs like heartbeats at the pace of forest
trees keeping shifts in the magnetic field
— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/06/5...
The Amazons were real,
and lived in an egalitarian society because of horses
and the Scythian bow, which made it so everyone could
become a deadly weapon.
— @rebeccaloudon.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/05/o...
In control is to be counting.
10,000 steps to mastery, things that are all things.
I aspire to microplasticity, I chew gum.
Succumbing is a practice.
A person I am is myth
— @kikikasch.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/05/s...
an imaginary melody plays seeds sprout in rows & if seeds sprout in rows then a deer impatiently awaits a garden & if an impatient deer awaits a name you’ll call it Nara & if you name the deer Nara
— @stevenrkarl.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/05/t...
In line at the café
In the zoo lavatory
The perimeter of the dog park
Wherever you find yourself
Practiced and knowing
The unknowable
— @nicolebrett.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem
bloofbooks.com/2025/04/05/y...
