A new poem in the new issue of Agni @agnimagazine.bsky.social 🫨
October 28, 2025 at 1:44 PM
A new poem in the new issue of Agni @agnimagazine.bsky.social 🫨
September and Friday and nightfall.
September 13, 2025 at 12:09 AM
September and Friday and nightfall.
I tend to be pretty quiet here, but here’s a new profile pic…
August 26, 2025 at 11:21 AM
I tend to be pretty quiet here, but here’s a new profile pic…
Just adding a little Emily at the beach to the timeline, in case anyone needs that…
February 27, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Just adding a little Emily at the beach to the timeline, in case anyone needs that…
A fascinating poem by Jenny George from her book After Image…
February 2, 2025 at 1:04 PM
A fascinating poem by Jenny George from her book After Image…
How about a zoom reading this Thursday? fawc.org/events/wilde...
January 27, 2025 at 3:43 PM
How about a zoom reading this Thursday? fawc.org/events/wilde...
Starting things off quietly, with this poem by Jill Osier…
January 1, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Starting things off quietly, with this poem by Jill Osier…
I love this Xin Qiji poem, translated by @chowleen.bsky.social
November 17, 2024 at 5:08 AM
I love this Xin Qiji poem, translated by @chowleen.bsky.social
“It’s hard to believe in them, the beautiful colors of extinction. But these are the colors.”
November 9, 2024 at 1:04 PM
“It’s hard to believe in them, the beautiful colors of extinction. But these are the colors.”
Thank you @carcanet.bsky.social for this lovely UK version of my new book — I missed my own pub day, which was yesterday! Happy pub day, little book!
August 30, 2024 at 12:42 PM
Thank you @carcanet.bsky.social for this lovely UK version of my new book — I missed my own pub day, which was yesterday! Happy pub day, little book!
Then woke from a dream of horses…
August 5, 2024 at 12:56 AM
Then woke from a dream of horses…
A new poem out today in The Yale Review. Let the cruelest month unfurl…
April 1, 2024 at 1:16 PM
A new poem out today in The Yale Review. Let the cruelest month unfurl…
In my attempt to be more present here, good morning from the backyard…
February 17, 2024 at 1:37 PM
In my attempt to be more present here, good morning from the backyard…
Meanwhile in Chile, my book from 2000 will soon be out in Spanish, thx to the wonderful Francisco Cardemil and the folks at Pez Espiral! Pretty buff statuary…
January 12, 2024 at 2:13 PM
Meanwhile in Chile, my book from 2000 will soon be out in Spanish, thx to the wonderful Francisco Cardemil and the folks at Pez Espiral! Pretty buff statuary…
The UK cover has arrived! Out this August from Carcanet Press!
January 4, 2024 at 4:00 PM
The UK cover has arrived! Out this August from Carcanet Press!
My 2024 reading begins…
January 4, 2024 at 2:27 AM
My 2024 reading begins…
Happy new year! Here’s a poem by the incomparable Jane Mead…
January 1, 2024 at 9:13 PM
Happy new year! Here’s a poem by the incomparable Jane Mead…
I have a poem @theatlantic.bsky.social today but there’s a paywall, inevitably. Here’s the poem… 🐝
December 24, 2023 at 1:31 PM
I have a poem @theatlantic.bsky.social today but there’s a paywall, inevitably. Here’s the poem… 🐝
“Isn’t every season,/no matter what we call it, shadow season?”
December 12, 2023 at 2:02 PM
“Isn’t every season,/no matter what we call it, shadow season?”
I always return to this Milosz poem. It feels more relevant than ever tbh
December 4, 2023 at 5:13 PM
I always return to this Milosz poem. It feels more relevant than ever tbh
I wasn’t expecting galleys already for a book due next august, but here we are! Tom Knechtel drew the hare (NOT a rabbit!)
November 22, 2023 at 1:00 PM
I wasn’t expecting galleys already for a book due next august, but here we are! Tom Knechtel drew the hare (NOT a rabbit!)
Linda Gregg, perennially on time…
November 15, 2023 at 1:49 PM
Linda Gregg, perennially on time…
I was supposed to be showering for class this afternoon, when the poem said to me, “sit down and write before I vanish.” I did what the poem told me.
November 8, 2023 at 7:37 PM
I was supposed to be showering for class this afternoon, when the poem said to me, “sit down and write before I vanish.” I did what the poem told me.
