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Rebecca Brock
@wordsbyrb.bsky.social
Poet. Writer. Mama. Stewardess. Always homesick, never at home.

Words in Threepenny Review, River Heron Review, Rust + Moth, Sheila-Na-Gig Online, Whale Road Review & elsewhere.

Author of “The Way Land Breaks”

https://www.rebeccabrock.org
New poem out!! Thank you @stanchion.bsky.social —it’s a beautiful issue. ❤️
April 29, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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I posted this a while back but this applies:
April 18, 2025 at 3:19 PM
This little bit of lovely arrived a few weeks ago from @tinywrenlit.bsky.social —EARTH: Poems of Presence and Possibility. I don’t often write tiny poems so this feels extra sweet & if you are looking for tangible beauty to hold in your hands, @tinywrenlit.bsky.social makes small & beautiful books.
April 10, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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“I don’t know what happens

to a person between one thing

and the next, how it holds

through bones—beneath skin”

Excerpt from Rebecca Brock’s “Geologic Unconformity.”

Listen to Brock read it here:
https://buff.ly/414irIw

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February 27, 2025 at 4:01 PM
A poem of mine, from this summer, that was published in the beautiful @psalteryandlyre.bsky.social. And here I am still asking why, and how.

psalteryandlyre.org/2024/07/15/e...
February 22, 2025 at 1:05 AM
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You are welcome, you are welcome, you are welcome.

Omotara James
February 15, 2025 at 2:11 AM
This poem by Lisa Zimmerman from @swwim.bsky.social is holding Mr steady today: “I didn’t know I loved so much of the vanishing world…”

www.swwim.org/swwimeveryda...
SWWIM Every Day — SWWIM
by Lisa Zimmerman After a photograph by Julie Adams My neighbor says whenever she’s sad she sits down with a cup of tea and writes a list of fifty things she loves, you k...
www.swwim.org
February 14, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Hello Bluesky friends—I have a new poem in the world today. ❤️ I’m grateful to Thrush for taking this poem that says: “A mother knows everything…” but as I get ready to send my oldest kiddo into the wider world I know I know nothing. ❤️

www.thrushpoetryjournal.com/november-202...
November 2023 Rebecca Brock
At the Corn Maze, I Wait —​   My body an old wound, always healing. I am used to waiting. My husband, my youngest son, go without looking back. My firstborn—hesitates. For a moment, he tends...
www.thrushpoetryjournal.com
November 15, 2023 at 8:07 PM
Hey there! 🤓 My poem “My Mother Suggests a Tranquilizer” was nominated for BOTN by Literary Mama 😍🐘🦏🦁😍 I’d love for you to check it out! (🌟link in bio🌟)
October 28, 2023 at 2:08 AM