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Sam Rasnake
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Scribbler of words... Fallen Leaves (Ballerini Book Press, forthcoming), Like a Thread to Follow (Cyberwit), Cinéma Vérité (A-Minor Press), World within the World (Cyberwit), Inside a Broken Clock (Finishing Line Press).
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Sam Rasnake @samrasnake.bsky.social · 5d
I'm pleased to be working with Ballerini Book Press ... Fallen Leaves (poetry collection, 2025) and work included in Through the Looking Glass (anthology, 2026)
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I'm pleased to be working with Ballerini Book Press ... Fallen Leaves (poetry collection, 2025) and work included in Through the Looking Glass (anthology, 2026) https://ballerinibookpress.ch/rareswanemporium-bookstore/ I'm pleased to be working with Ballerini Book Press ... Fallen Leaves (poetry collection, 2025) and work included in Through the Looking Glass (anthology, 2026) https://ballerinibookpress.ch/rareswanemporium-bookstore/
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Rebecca Hart Olander ♥️

“Talking to you now is like the language of bees…”

from SINGING FROM THE DEEP END (CavanKerry Press)

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As Bees On the fifteenth day of a fresh year, I lay my body next to yours, before I could never hold you again. Before they came and took you away, who was so much and was no longer there. It surprises, every time, the will. How it thrives, then gives over to a readiness to die. Oh, my brave friend, I can't stop thinking of that basement nightclub we found in Prague, the year we circled Europe on the train. I wish we could never stop our dancing, or disembark. In your final week, I held you as a midwife does, supporting your labor toward the next realm. Talking to you now is like the language of bees: A humming I do. The humming back you do.
February 10, 2026 at 5:59 PM
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Being John Malkovich / Spike Jonze, dir. (1999)

“There is truth, and there are lies, and art always tells the truth. Even when it's lying.”
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Being John Malkovich / Spike Jonze, dir. (1999) “There is truth, and there are lies, and art always tells the truth. Even when it's lying.”
February 10, 2026 at 6:32 PM
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Influences:

Ulysses by James Joyce

A wonderful monster of a book. One of my most important reads.

“Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.”
#writer
Influences: Ulysses by James Joyce A wonderful monster of a book. One of my most important reads. “Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.” Influences: Ulysses by James Joyce A wonderful monster of a book. One of my most important reads. “Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.”
February 10, 2026 at 6:30 PM
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William De Morgan
Tile design of white flowers and variegated foliage.
February 10, 2026 at 6:12 AM
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‘Nite, peeps. Here’s a marvelous Baroque dialogue—would that all disputes resolved this easily!
🎵 J.G. Graun. Trio sonata in G Major “Melancholicus & Sanguineus”, GWV A:XV:11. II. Allegro non troppo
🎻 Graun was also WF Bach’s violin teacher, BTW.
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#ClassicalMusic
A musical dispute (Graun: Melancholicus & Sanguineus 2) | Ensemble Diderot
YouTube video by Ensemble Diderot
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February 9, 2026 at 3:33 AM
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gwendolyn bennett
TO A DARK GIRL
To a Dark Girl I love vou for vour brownness And the rounded darkness of your breast I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice And shadows where your wayward eye-lids rest. Something of old forgotten queens Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk, And something of the shackled slave Sobs in the rhythm of your talk Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow's mate, Keep all you have of queenliness, Forgetting that you once were slave, And let your full lips laugh at Fate!
February 10, 2026 at 4:54 PM
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“After baby Amalia had been hospitalized for 10 days, ICE thought this baby should be returned to Dilley, where she was denied access to the medicines that the hospital doctors told her she needed."
mikehixenbaugh.com Mike Hixenbaugh @mikehixenbaugh.com · 3d
NEW: A baby held in immigration detention became so sick, she had to be rushed to a hospital in severe respiratory distress.

“She was at the brink of dying,” a lawyer told me.

But the girl didn’t go home after her 10-day hospital stay; instead, ICE put her and her mother back in lock up at Dilley.
Toddler hospitalized with respiratory failure was returned to ICE detention without prescribed medication, lawsuit says
The 18-month-old was sent back to a South Texas facility after days in intensive care with severe respiratory distress, according to a federal lawsuit.
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February 7, 2026 at 9:42 PM
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"...and I grabbed the ball and heard the sirens, but I didn't care, I just wished she were here, Kelly, and that she could see us and the lights and the alarms,...."

Big love for this extraordinary piece of writing by @emilyrinkema.bsky.social in @wigleaf.bsky.social 💙💙💙
wigleaf.bsky.social Wigleaf @wigleaf.bsky.social · 2d
new on our mainpage: "Things That Happened at or Around My Cousin Kelly's Funeral, in No Particular Order," by Emily Rinkema: wigleaf.com @emilyrinkema.bsky.social
w i g l e a f :  (very) short fiction
An online journal of very short fictions -- under 1000 words.
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February 9, 2026 at 3:34 PM
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"The children bear the world lightly."

@belindarowe.bsky.social in @centaurlit.bsky.social centaurlit.com/grizzly-bear...
Grizzly Bear by Belinda Rowe | Centaur
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February 5, 2026 at 2:37 AM
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PROCESS/ MARGINALIA /OTHERWOR(L)(D)(S) series continues with Australian-based writer/artist Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad @oormilaprahlad.bsky.social
a suite of 10 haunting poems/paintings annotations night highway journey to overcome fear #self #poems #paintings

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The Ourimbah Meditations – Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
THE OURIMBAH MEDITATIONS 1 The dark is a stealthy weapon,a vault to hold the errant childwho will not be reformed.The gloaming, a scaffoldfor her unruly spirit—feral being, dashingbetween thorns an…
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February 10, 2026 at 4:37 PM
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Delighted to see my poem 'The Blessing Hour' in Jarnal 4 from @masonjarpress.bsky.social ❤️

My thanks again to EIC Steph Sundermann-Zinger and team. The issue is a stunner with many writers I admire from the US and around the world. Available now: masonjarpress.com/jarnal

#poetrycommunity #poetry
2 contributor copies of Jarnal 4, published by Mason Jar Press. The Blessing Hour In this city, we stop hunting for language, instead redeem the plainest spaces. Wade in water that makes absence personal. I don’t want to write my way through a flood. Don’t want us to split over distance, or small aberrations, unnoticed at sundown. What we miss, chimes as colours on oil slick roads, and hills that steepen by us simply climbing. It hurts to labour for love. A mother lifts her child above a ruined wall — shows him the future. Morning smooths out a street of debris. The child believes it is dusty Lego, waiting. The war hasn’t happened for 300 days, meaning our beauty has been humbly salvaged, the clarity of a single moment bargaining with broken bread on a bistro table. Grace slipping a note between the hands of a man and woman drinking coffee. They never go further than talking. Or walking, where nothing falls — except fractured light on an evening like this. A girl from a dim alley adjusts her blouse, straightens her crumpled skirt. Vanishes in fog. I tell myself she must have been loved, hard. That there was no crime. Things appear as a heart is held. As a land askew, its weapons and dresses laid to rest. This translucent city — edged with fire. I tell myself she must have been loved, hard. That there was no crime. Things appear as a heart is held. As a land askew, its weapons and dresses laid to rest. This translucent city — edged with fire.
February 10, 2026 at 6:58 AM
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Today’s story from the current issue of Story Magazine was “On the Edges of Sunlight,” by Alexandra Magearu. This is the kind of writing I deeply admire, but could never execute. Lush, breathtaking, dreamlike prose. A nightmarish, dystopian story that moves into something like hope.
February 9, 2026 at 4:18 PM
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Go on, you know you want to.
saloneurope.bsky.social European Writers Salon @saloneurope.bsky.social · 1d
Join us for a night of literature and community with our FREE quarterly Online Open Mic Salon with host @kiklodge.bsky.social.

As usual, it will feature excellent readings and a highly competitive quiz.

Reading spots are limited, so sign up soon!
Black writing on a cream background. Photo of Kik Lodge at an outdoor café in the bottom right corner, EWS logo in the top right. Text: Online Pop-up Salon with Kik Lodge. 15 Apr 2026 7pm CET/6pm GMT.
February 10, 2026 at 4:26 PM
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Received my contributor copies of SWING! Many thanks to editor Leigh Anne Couch for including my poem “Salt City” in this beautiful issue.
February 10, 2026 at 5:07 PM
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Will be reading from MORE FLOWERS (@triohousepress.org) as part of the SUNDAY SALON CHICAGO with this stellar line-up of poets on February 22nd! Join us, friends! 💙⬇️
ignatius2u.bsky.social Ignatius Valentine Aloysius @ignatius2u.bsky.social · 1d
I'm excited to host SUNDAY SALON CHICAGO on Feb. 22nd on ZOOM at 6 pm CT with featured readers Teresa Scollon, @susanlleary.bsky.social, Tim Moder, Grayson Thompson & Denton Loving. Register for Zoom here: tinyurl.com/c65uwak3 — Website update coming soon! Hope to see you, good world— 👏🌈
February 9, 2026 at 5:56 PM
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Catrachos by Roy Guzman @graywolfpress.bsky.social

#poetry
February 8, 2026 at 11:50 PM
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February 2026 Mix IV - Electronic Music by Rose Knapp

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#electronicmusic #techno #housemusic #electronica #djmix
February 2026 Mix IV - Electronic Music by Rose Knapp on Apple Music
Playlist · 45 Songs
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February 9, 2026 at 11:05 PM
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En Masse Post-Binary Selves Shelves

#art #transart #nonbinaryart #abstractart
February 10, 2026 at 12:05 AM
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Excerpts from Paul Klee's diaries and letters while "on the front."

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Paul Klee's diaries during the war.
"Because I went, / Nothing threw its shadow / Over everything."
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February 9, 2026 at 7:39 PM
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No one did exuberance like Kierkegaard after a Schelling lecture. 🖤
February 10, 2026 at 4:09 PM
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Pierre Reverdy, tr. Ron Padgett
Under the Stars Maybe I had lost the key, and everyone around me laughs and each shows me an enormous key hanging from his neck. I am the only one who has no way to get in somewhere. They have all disappeared and the closed doors leave the street sadder. No one. I’ll knock on every door. Insults fly out of the windows and I withdraw. So, not far outside of town, on the edge of a river and a wood, I found a door. A simple gate with no lock. I got behind it and, beneath the night that has no windows but does have large curtains, between the forest and the river that protected me, I was able to sleep.
February 10, 2026 at 2:21 AM
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Encircled

In Tromsǿ I lie as in a luge, aligned with the meridian, my feet pointing due North, ready to plunge. There are more yarn stores than we have Starbucks. Everyone is young. The only fat people are tourists. My aurora app pings five times an hour. All that going on above the rainclouds.…
Encircled
In Tromsǿ I lie as in a luge, aligned with the meridian, my feet pointing due North, ready to plunge. There are more yarn stores than we have Starbucks. Everyone is young. The only fat people are tourists. My aurora app pings five times an hour. All that going on above the rainclouds. City dogs wear trim little coats. Sled dogs sleep outside, chained along a run, so they don't jump the fence and mate with the wolves.
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February 10, 2026 at 10:01 AM
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The Stafford/Hall Poetry Finalists! 🎉🎉🎉 Congrats to all—what a company! 💙📚

Find your copy of Pastoral, 1994 here: riverriverbooks.org/store/Pastor...

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Judges: Sumita Chakraborty, Timothy Donnelly, Jenny Molberg H. G. Dierdorff of Portland, Rain, Wind, Thunder, Fire, Daughter (University of Nevada Press) Garrett Hongo of Eugene, Ocean of Clouds (Alfred A. Knopf) Jennifer Perrine of Portland, Beautiful Outlaw (Kelsey Street Press) Lisa Wells of Portland, The Fire Passage (Four Way Books) Joe Wilkins of McMinnville, Pastoral, 1994 (River River Books)
February 9, 2026 at 4:24 PM
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“I followed these images into story, into my own devastation, and into noticing the small moments of beauty I clung to for dear life.”

Beth Gilstrap / @bettysueblue.bsky.social
Five Questions with Author Beth Gilstrap
On liminal spaces, making connections, decay, and rebirth
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February 9, 2026 at 7:22 PM
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Any experience carried out deeply to its ultimate leads you beyond yourself into a larger relation to the experience of others.

-- Anaïs Nin
February 10, 2026 at 2:05 PM