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Sean Eaton (Poet)
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Official Bluesky of Sean Eaton, poet from New England, USA.
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office plant
leaning toward
the exit sign
#haiku #poetry
January 25, 2026 at 4:11 PM
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"The Color of Pomegranates" by Sergei Parajanov is making the Twitter rounds today. I want to recommend the equally dazzling "The Eve of Ivan Kupalo", directed by Parajanov's protégé Yuri Ilyenko, which you can watch in full on YouTube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cD-...
#movies #fullmovies #Ukraine
The Eve of Ivan Kupalo (1968, Yuri Ilyenko) with English subtitles
YouTube video by Orange Tack
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January 25, 2026 at 3:37 PM
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Four poems of mine have just been published by Eunoia Review @eunoiareview.bsky.social ! Thank you! #poetry #writing #poetrycommunity #poetrysky #poem
Title: "White Coal", a poem by Sean Eaton In my youth, I used to sing as I walked in public, hoping a man would hear me and fall in love with my weakness. None did. Now I am white coal, flowing, renewable. Which is not to say I’m experienced in earthly matters; I am only charwood. In this charred land no law forbids music, but men do not believe in beauty; they, businesslike, treat weakness with contempt. But, just once, as I sang “The Age of Not Believing” on the waterfront, a woman, with her grandson, passed me by and smiled. Title: "Pentimento (1)", a poem by Sean Eaton Excerpts from poem: What can be stated: I vividly recall the first time I flew. The plane tipped up backward, and my chair wanted to break free from its boltings and fall into the tail. I thought I wouldn’t survive until we leveled out. I was six; they gave me a plastic pilot’s badge with an adhesive back to stick on my chest. I loved it, still have it. This is all true except for the last part; I lost it soon afterward. Now let’s say the Scheißhund we adopted didn’t bite me five times in the two years we teens had him before we got rid of the terrier. Let’s say I was notified of the pending adoption, or even consulted in choosing our pet. Or maybe we gave him up the first time he bit me. Let’s lie, and say I wasn’t the runt of my own litter. After the accident I wore a cherry-red arm-cast for three months. It stunk to high heaven. Everyone signed it. This isn’t real, but anything can happen when you fictionalize your narrative. The scar on my arm now has a romantic excuse. I no longer spent months in a children’s halfway house. Grape cough syrup’s a favorite. What’s left unsaid: All of my prized possessions from childhood are now gone. What is also true: My younger sisters were reckoned more trust- worthy than I was. They were born liars, but they didn’t embarrass our mother in public. Let’s say I was recalcitrant and prone to outbursts. Hyperactive and prone to fistfights. Too smart for my own good. My first word was ‘No’. It’s only my truth against theirs. Let’s lie, and say I’ve forgotten the sins etched in my back. Let’s lie: After the plane crashed I went into foster care, bouncing from home to ramshackle home. I had no name, was a face on the news. No relatives wanted to take me in. It isn’t true, but I’m weaving a parable. A star fell to Earth and granted me oblivion. The knife split my skin the night of my Attempt. A butterfly once landed on the scab of my knuckle. Title: "Pentimento (2)" a poem by Sean Eaton Two lies: The knife slips by accident and draws no blood. End of poem. Title: "Pentimento (3)", a poem by Sean Eaton (truth: the numbers are not to be read aloud) Heads (lies): 1. It is day now. 2. My family is Irish. 3. My siblings and I have Irish names for this reason. 4. It is bright out. 5. Shelter dogs make good pets. 6. Airplanes are statistically the safest way to travel. 7. The knife drew blood. 8. I grew up with a tree house. 9. I was praised for my singing voice. 10. The knife meant no harm. 11. All stars are dead light. 12. My mother was gentle. 13. Whoever prays loudest will reach the Lord first. 14. Birds kiss my fingers. 15. At home, I am welcomed. 16. My work-hours are long. 17. God kisses my knuckles. 18. Life does get better. 19. You will find friends. 20. Behave yourself, and conditions will improve for your people. 21. Behave yourself, such violence is never the answer. 22. Mass media can be trusted. 23. You are in good health, so eat what you like and sing joyful songs. Tails (truths): 1. It is always witching-hour. 2. French and Italian. 3. Our parents just liked the sound of them. 4. It’s black as sin now. 5. Never in my experience. 6. Boeing faked the suicides of two whistleblowers scot-free. 7. The blade trembled, impotent. 8. We barely had grass. 9. My family would silence me. 10. I wanted to die. 11. We’ve no way of knowing. 12. When I had cramps. 13. My mumblings are as worthy to be heard as your shouting. 14. The winged are skittish things. 15. I am still fleeing. 16. Unemployment has benefits. 17. A song for a pfennig, Sir? 18. Not if you’re Autistic. 19. I have lost friends. 20. You will grow accustomed to undrinkable water. 21. The Sandinistas were right, and so are the Houthis. 22. The billionaires are behind the curtain. 23. I am ailing; come, see the wine spilling from my side, and drink of it.
January 23, 2026 at 6:06 PM
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Pentimento (3)

(truth: the numbers are not to be read aloud) Heads (lies): 1. It is day now. 2. My family is Irish. 3. My siblings and I have Irish names for this reason. 4. It is bright out. 5. Shelter dogs make good pets. 6. Airplanes are statistically the safest way to travel. 7. The knife drew…
Pentimento (3)
(truth: the numbers are not to be read aloud) Heads (lies): 1. It is day now. 2. My family is Irish. 3. My siblings and I have Irish names for this reason. 4. It is bright out. 5. Shelter dogs make good pets. 6. Airplanes are statistically the safest way to travel. 7. The knife drew blood. 8. I grew up with a tree house.
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January 23, 2026 at 10:01 AM
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Pentimento (2)

Two lies: The knife slips by accident and draws no blood. Sean Eaton is a poet from New England, USA. Past publication credits include Eunoia Review, Hawaiʻi Pacific Review, ANMLY, and About Place Journal.
Pentimento (2)
Two lies: The knife slips by accident and draws no blood. Sean Eaton is a poet from New England, USA. Past publication credits include Eunoia Review, Hawaiʻi Pacific Review, ANMLY, and About Place Journal.
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January 23, 2026 at 4:01 AM
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Pentimento (1)

What can be stated: I vividly recall the first time I flew. The plane tipped up backward, and my chair wanted to break free from its boltings and fall into the tail. I thought I wouldn't survive until we leveled out. I was six; they gave me a plastic pilot's badge with an adhesive…
Pentimento (1)
What can be stated: I vividly recall the first time I flew. The plane tipped up backward, and my chair wanted to break free from its boltings and fall into the tail. I thought I wouldn't survive until we leveled out. I was six; they gave me a plastic pilot's badge with an adhesive back to stick on my chest. I loved it, still have it.
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January 22, 2026 at 10:01 PM
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White Coal

In my youth, I used to sing as I walked in public, hoping a man would hear me and fall in love with my weakness. None did. Now I am white coal, flowing, renewable. Which is not to say I'm experienced in earthly matters; I am only charwood. In this charred land no law forbids music, but…
White Coal
In my youth, I used to sing as I walked in public, hoping a man would hear me and fall in love with my weakness. None did. Now I am white coal, flowing, renewable. Which is not to say I'm experienced in earthly matters; I am only charwood. In this charred land no law forbids music, but men do not believe in beauty; they,
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January 22, 2026 at 4:00 PM
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#Gaza #genocide #Kushner #Palestine
January 23, 2026 at 5:49 PM
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Dystopian — the president’s son-in-law Jared Kushner lays out the real estate deal where Trump and his friends will profit from the destruction of Gaza, where people continue to die from Israeli bombs (supplied by 🇺🇸) to this day.

While pretending it’s all for the people of Gaza.
January 22, 2026 at 7:59 PM
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The United Arab Emirates and Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu have committed to joining Trump’s so-called Board of Peace in Gaza. Netanyahu is wanted for war crimes committed during Israel’s war on Gaza.
January 22, 2026 at 12:52 AM
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From 'Mysteries of Afternoon and Evening' (1981)
—Rachel Sherwood

#poetry #poems #booksky
Occupation The man who told me about war said, it's the only thing that keeps us busy. I thought of your fingers on my back counting the vertebrae one by one. The only thing?
January 11, 2026 at 8:28 PM
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Watched "Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room" last month (great documentary BTW), and treated myself to a fun present. It finally came in the mail a few days ago.
January 23, 2026 at 9:29 AM
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"A Short History of Judaic Thought In The Twentieth Century" - Linda Pastan, from 'The Five Stages of Grief' (1978)
#poetry #poem #poetrysky #favoritepoems
Title: "A Short History of Judaic Thought In The Twentieth Century" by Linda Pastan, from her 1978 book "The Five Stages of Grief" The rabbis wrote: although it is forbidden to touch a dying person, nevertheless, if the house catches fire he must be removed from the house. Barbaric! I say, and whom may I touch then, aren't we all dying? You smile your old negotiator's smile and ask: but aren't all of our houses burning?
January 22, 2026 at 9:39 PM
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I remember, when this album first came out, one twitter user said "This isn't an ordinary [pop] album, it should be played in Cathedrals and shit."
And he was right, there is something hallowed about it.

Angel Olsen - Chance - All Mirrors (2019) #music #tunes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zY4x...
Chance
YouTube video by Angel Olsen - Topic
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January 22, 2026 at 9:32 PM
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"Solaris" full movie, free to watch - dir. Andrei Tarkovsky, 1972 #movies #cinema #Sovietcinema
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8Zh...
Solaris | SCIENCE FICTION | FULL MOVIE | directed by Tarkovsky
YouTube video by Mosfilm
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January 21, 2026 at 1:19 AM
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Wednesday morning, sickest I've been in years. Food poisoning or the flu, who knows. Details too gross to mention. I'm fine now, slept it off. Grateful that no matter how old I get I can count on my mom to pause her busy schedule and drive me to the hospital, and so avoid an ambulance.
January 15, 2026 at 8:08 AM
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This excerpt from Abba's 1978 concert in Japan is wonderful because the Japanese backup dancers are SO INTO IT. I think I spy a little Bob Fosse-inspired choreography in "Tiger". #ABBA #music #1970s #Japan www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBCj...
ABBA IN JAPAN - Tiger & That's Me
YouTube video by dexxtra75
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January 12, 2026 at 3:50 PM
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Hey #poetry publishers, would any of you be interested in some deconstructed sonnets about 9/11 for the 25th anniversary of the disaster? I've written some really good ones that are looking for a home. #poetrysky #poetrycommunity
January 9, 2026 at 9:16 AM
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W. S. Merwin,
from what many consider
his finest book:
The Lice
January 5, 2026 at 1:45 AM
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I love how "like a gong" feels like a mallet being swung in the air to strike the gong and the shimmery sound of it afterwards

I also love this last line and how it plays so well juxtaposing "everything," without which it loses a lot of meaning IMO
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From 'The Fun of Speaking English' (2012)
—Dorothea Grossman

#poetry #poems #poem
I have to tell you I have to tell you, there are times when the sun strikes me like a gong, and I remember everything, even your ears.
January 7, 2026 at 2:37 PM
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I started putting my bsky and X handles in my author's bio half a year ago and I've only had two poetry magazines accept me in that time. Seriously?
January 4, 2026 at 1:07 PM
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Now America is bombing Venezuela and has kidnapped its president. Sickening.
January 3, 2026 at 11:37 AM
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“Bones of dead fish—the year ends.”
—David Gitin

#poetry #haiku #foundhaiku
Ocean Bones of dead fish. The year Ends. Blast of light. Cigarette Ashes curl sinews of love shadows Blue in green
January 1, 2026 at 9:33 PM
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#poetry #poem #after #certainty #answers #echoes #micro #poem #literature #booksky #writing
December 23, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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Are there any communities for published poets to share their work privately with each other, without worrying about disqualifying it for future publication? I'm trying to network and make friends but have no idea how to go about it. #poetry #writing #writingcommunity #poetrysky
December 29, 2025 at 8:55 PM