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Celebrate National Poetry Month

My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I 
left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a 
portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I 
ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have 
imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. 
It’s OK. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me 
now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the 
soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be 
reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? ...

- Andrea Gibson, American spoken-word poet (1975-2025)
excerpt from "Love Letter from the Afterlife" 
in their final collection, You Better Be Lightning 

(images: New City Library logo; background photo of a pink lotus flower in bloom, courtesy of Aarn Giri on Unsplash)

Celebrate National Poetry Month My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s OK. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? ... - Andrea Gibson, American spoken-word poet (1975-2025) excerpt from "Love Letter from the Afterlife" in their final collection, You Better Be Lightning (images: New City Library logo; background photo of a pink lotus flower in bloom, courtesy of Aarn Giri on Unsplash)

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth!

Here's an excerpt from spoken-word poet Andrea Gibson's "Love Letter from the Afterlife," from their award-winning collection YOU BETTER BE LIGHTNING.

This was the last poem they wrote.

You can read (& hear) more of their work on hoopla:
buff.ly/OMs1NTW

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What’s humors’ proper weight in poetry? How well does light verse age? Can comedy gain new meaning in context? I’m just smart enough to ask I guess, answers pending.

The April Parlando Project #NPM2026 #PoemsAloud series continues with an LYL Band performance. frankhudson.org/2026/04/09/a...

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Bright orange in the morning
cupping the fragrant air
of the upstate summer.

All my aunt remembered of Armenia.

In the hot sun,
I look them dead center--
orange paper streaked black;

pollen gets in my nose.

When I look into the pit,
the base of the pistil's missing.

2
When the buttery light of the moon
falls on them,

I see into their eyes.

Men and women who bore my name
have gone from face to bone

with the quickness that night
has made the poppies
into nothing.

3
Not only for Armenia
do these poppies give up their petals.

4
Off long stems black eyes sway
in the morning wind.

The anther sacs are busted--
filaments rise past my window.

- Peter Balakian, Armenian-American poet (1951 – )
"Poppies" from June-Tree: New and Selected Poems [1974-2000]

(images: New City Library logo; background photo: A sea of wild poppies on the track between Stepanakert and Alaverdi in Armenia  by Alexandr Hovhannisyan, courtesy of Unsplash)

1 Bright orange in the morning cupping the fragrant air of the upstate summer. All my aunt remembered of Armenia. In the hot sun, I look them dead center-- orange paper streaked black; pollen gets in my nose. When I look into the pit, the base of the pistil's missing. 2 When the buttery light of the moon falls on them, I see into their eyes. Men and women who bore my name have gone from face to bone with the quickness that night has made the poppies into nothing. 3 Not only for Armenia do these poppies give up their petals. 4 Off long stems black eyes sway in the morning wind. The anther sacs are busted-- filaments rise past my window. - Peter Balakian, Armenian-American poet (1951 – ) "Poppies" from June-Tree: New and Selected Poems [1974-2000] (images: New City Library logo; background photo: A sea of wild poppies on the track between Stepanakert and Alaverdi in Armenia by Alexandr Hovhannisyan, courtesy of Unsplash)

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth!

Here's Pulitzer Prize-winning, Armenian-American poet Peter Balakian's poem, "Poppies."

Read more from his collection JUNE-TREE: NEW & SELECTED POEMS on @hoopladigital.bsky.social with your library card:
buff.ly/0HfH5PT

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Celebrate National Poetry Month

...Squid know

how to be rich when you have ten empty arms.
Can you believe there are humans who don’t value
          the feel of a good bite and embrace at least once a day?
          Underneath you, narwhals spin upside down

while their singular tooth needles you
like a compass pointed towards home. If you dive
            deep enough where imperial volutes and hatchetfish
            swim, you will find all the colors humans have not yet

named, and wide caves of black coral and clamshell.
A giant squid finally let itself be captured
           in a photograph, and the paper nautilus ripple-flashes
           scarlet and two kinds of violet when it silvers you near.

Who knows what will happen next?...

- Aimee Nezhukumatathil, American poet (1974- ), 
  from "Invitation" in her collection Oceanic

(images: New City Library logo; background photo of a blue jellyfish with glowing tentacles in dark water by Tyler Mower, courtesy of Unsplash)

Celebrate National Poetry Month ...Squid know how to be rich when you have ten empty arms. Can you believe there are humans who don’t value the feel of a good bite and embrace at least once a day? Underneath you, narwhals spin upside down while their singular tooth needles you like a compass pointed towards home. If you dive deep enough where imperial volutes and hatchetfish swim, you will find all the colors humans have not yet named, and wide caves of black coral and clamshell. A giant squid finally let itself be captured in a photograph, and the paper nautilus ripple-flashes scarlet and two kinds of violet when it silvers you near. Who knows what will happen next?... - Aimee Nezhukumatathil, American poet (1974- ), from "Invitation" in her collection Oceanic (images: New City Library logo; background photo of a blue jellyfish with glowing tentacles in dark water by Tyler Mower, courtesy of Unsplash)

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth!

Here's a snippet from Aimee Nezhukumatathil's "Invitation."

Dive into her collection OCEANIC on @hoopladigital:
www.hoopladigital.com/ebook/oceani...

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Parlando - Where Music and Words Meet: Memory of Lake Superior I kick off our annual celebration of U. S. National Poetry Month with the first of a series of poems (some well-known, some, like this one, less-known) found in the 20th century anthology Modern ...

#NPM2026 #PoemsAloud I’m hoping for a busy April National Poetry Month presenting some other poets’ poems combined with a variety of music I record.

This lakeside Spring nature poem by George Dillon is the first in the series: parlando.libsyn.com/memory-of-la...

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background is a map of land and water in dark greens and beiges

there a compass rosette in the upper left, and a QR code in the upper right

text at bottom - National Poetry Month, Le Mois National de La Poesie,

background is a map of land and water in dark greens and beiges there a compass rosette in the upper left, and a QR code in the upper right text at bottom - National Poetry Month, Le Mois National de La Poesie,

April is National Poetry Month!
Land & Sea, La Terre et La Merre

Drop by your local library, and explore the world of poetry...

for more information, please visit: poets.ca/offerings/pr...
www.poets.ca

#NPM2026 #TheLeagueofCanadianPoets

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"Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry."

- Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1)

#NationalPoetryMonth
#NPM2026
#PoetryMonth
#CelebratePoetry
#PoetryEveryday
#bluesky

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Manitoba poets! The deadline for Writes of Spring is Monday, March 30, which is also my 53rd birthday. So: won't you PLEASE gift me with me with some land and sea-themed poems?

#nationalpoetrymonth #NPM #NPM2026

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A Celebration of National Poetry Month | New Westminster Public Library Together with the Royal City Literary Arts Society, we welcome you to the library to enjoy an afternoon of poetry hosted by New Westminster’s Poet Laureate, Janet Kvammen.

We have lots of events coming up including a NPM celebration featuring Poet Laureate @janetkvammen.bsky.social with Marlo Browne and Barbara Kmiec on Saturday April 11, 2pm at NWPL.
#NPM2026 #NationalPoetryMonth #openmic

www.nwpl.ca/events/a-cel...

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