Finn
@finnwriter.bsky.social
ink slinger—word scribbler—poet—(bipolar disorder | anxiety | fibromyalgia ) inking my way out of a hole i dug || they/ them, queer. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
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"small-press publishers are the spirit that animates our literature. [They] put on the most community-led, exciting and engaging literary events, forming life-giving networks that sustain the industry at large"
yes! yes!
yes! yes!
wrote an article for @thebookseller.com outlining to the industry why small presses are the lifeforce & future of book production. Pls share esp w people who may not know what small press publishers do!
www.thebookseller.com/comment/dont...
www.thebookseller.com/comment/dont...
Don’t invest in AI, invest in the future of the book
Why the publishing industry must back small presses, rather than LLMs.
www.thebookseller.com
November 21, 2025 at 8:00 PM
"small-press publishers are the spirit that animates our literature. [They] put on the most community-led, exciting and engaging literary events, forming life-giving networks that sustain the industry at large"
yes! yes!
yes! yes!
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#293
“A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.”
—Allen Grossman (via Stone Circle Review)
@stonecirclereview.bsky.social
#proverb #aphorism #poetry
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“A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.”
—Allen Grossman (via Stone Circle Review)
@stonecirclereview.bsky.social
#proverb #aphorism #poetry
🖤
November 20, 2025 at 3:57 PM
#293
“A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.”
—Allen Grossman (via Stone Circle Review)
@stonecirclereview.bsky.social
#proverb #aphorism #poetry
🖤
“A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.”
—Allen Grossman (via Stone Circle Review)
@stonecirclereview.bsky.social
#proverb #aphorism #poetry
🖤
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The final poem in Charles Simic's Scribbled in the Dark (2017)
November 24, 2025 at 8:55 PM
The final poem in Charles Simic's Scribbled in the Dark (2017)
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June 4, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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Recent poem of mine.
March 1, 2025 at 7:38 AM
Recent poem of mine.
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—Frank Stanford
October 19, 2025 at 3:57 PM
—Frank Stanford
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Of Absence
Linda Gregg
#Smallpoemsunday
Of absence. Of things broken.
To see if the moon is a mouth.
To see if I am what it wants.
Linda Gregg
#Smallpoemsunday
Of absence. Of things broken.
To see if the moon is a mouth.
To see if I am what it wants.
October 19, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Of Absence
Linda Gregg
#Smallpoemsunday
Of absence. Of things broken.
To see if the moon is a mouth.
To see if I am what it wants.
Linda Gregg
#Smallpoemsunday
Of absence. Of things broken.
To see if the moon is a mouth.
To see if I am what it wants.
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Anyone using chatbots for education needs to stop now.
They spew Jim Crow levels of racism and hate that get even worse with scaling not better.
Reminder: "AI" has never been about education or intelligence..it is about power, surveillance and control.
They spew Jim Crow levels of racism and hate that get even worse with scaling not better.
Reminder: "AI" has never been about education or intelligence..it is about power, surveillance and control.
I need everyone, esp anyone working in education or tech (but really everyone) to WATCH THIS CLIP of @drtanksley.bsky.social discussing the technologies infiltrating our schools & psyches and how she is addressing it with our young people. youtu.be/5mtcSL4S3HQ
Howard University AI Panel
YouTube video by Tiera Tanksley
youtu.be
November 22, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Anyone using chatbots for education needs to stop now.
They spew Jim Crow levels of racism and hate that get even worse with scaling not better.
Reminder: "AI" has never been about education or intelligence..it is about power, surveillance and control.
They spew Jim Crow levels of racism and hate that get even worse with scaling not better.
Reminder: "AI" has never been about education or intelligence..it is about power, surveillance and control.
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“Survival a poison but necessary on my tongue; my life now a memento mori.”
November 21, 2025 at 4:19 PM
“Survival a poison but necessary on my tongue; my life now a memento mori.”
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This made me laugh, it’s so good!
November 22, 2025 at 3:06 PM
This made me laugh, it’s so good!
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Our NEW ISSUE featuring 30 remarkable new poems and stunning cover art by printmaker Molly Lemon is LIVE.
You can read it all here: www.dustpoetry.co.uk/issues/categ...
We hope you enjoy this issue and look forward to hearing what you think 🧡✨
You can read it all here: www.dustpoetry.co.uk/issues/categ...
We hope you enjoy this issue and look forward to hearing what you think 🧡✨
Issue 15, Dear World
www.dustpoetry.co.uk
November 22, 2025 at 8:59 AM
Our NEW ISSUE featuring 30 remarkable new poems and stunning cover art by printmaker Molly Lemon is LIVE.
You can read it all here: www.dustpoetry.co.uk/issues/categ...
We hope you enjoy this issue and look forward to hearing what you think 🧡✨
You can read it all here: www.dustpoetry.co.uk/issues/categ...
We hope you enjoy this issue and look forward to hearing what you think 🧡✨
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👩🌾 Grab your tools
November 20, 2025 at 4:03 PM
👩🌾 Grab your tools
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I do want this night to end.
Bill Knott
Bill Knott
November 19, 2025 at 2:42 AM
I do want this night to end.
Bill Knott
Bill Knott
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on this trans day of remembrance my poem "live" at @moistpoetryjournal.bsky.social feels very fitting
"you have to live to hold your own failures in cupped palms, drink them up like gin and fire. to spit blood on burnt earth. to bind your chest wrong the first time."
"you have to live to hold your own failures in cupped palms, drink them up like gin and fire. to spit blood on burnt earth. to bind your chest wrong the first time."
“live” by Ash Vale
you have to live to hold your own failures in cupped palms, drink them up like gin and fire. to spit blood on burnt earth. to bind your chest wrong the first time. to feel the blunt pain of it and …
moistpoetryjournal.com
November 21, 2025 at 2:04 AM
on this trans day of remembrance my poem "live" at @moistpoetryjournal.bsky.social feels very fitting
"you have to live to hold your own failures in cupped palms, drink them up like gin and fire. to spit blood on burnt earth. to bind your chest wrong the first time."
"you have to live to hold your own failures in cupped palms, drink them up like gin and fire. to spit blood on burnt earth. to bind your chest wrong the first time."
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A poem about holding on. With gratitude for good therapy & for the generous editors at The Louisville Review.
November 21, 2025 at 12:06 AM
A poem about holding on. With gratitude for good therapy & for the generous editors at The Louisville Review.
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🔥 COVER +TITLE REVEAL + SUBMISSIONS OPEN🔥
YOUR BODY IS A FEVER DREAM: A Cosmic Body Horror Anthology from Trans & Gender Nonconforming Voices
A Charity collection coming in October 2026🖤☠️🏳️⚧️
Art by @mxmorgan.com
All the info here: tenebrouspress.com/blog/2025/11...
YOUR BODY IS A FEVER DREAM: A Cosmic Body Horror Anthology from Trans & Gender Nonconforming Voices
A Charity collection coming in October 2026🖤☠️🏳️⚧️
Art by @mxmorgan.com
All the info here: tenebrouspress.com/blog/2025/11...
November 20, 2025 at 2:46 PM
🔥 COVER +TITLE REVEAL + SUBMISSIONS OPEN🔥
YOUR BODY IS A FEVER DREAM: A Cosmic Body Horror Anthology from Trans & Gender Nonconforming Voices
A Charity collection coming in October 2026🖤☠️🏳️⚧️
Art by @mxmorgan.com
All the info here: tenebrouspress.com/blog/2025/11...
YOUR BODY IS A FEVER DREAM: A Cosmic Body Horror Anthology from Trans & Gender Nonconforming Voices
A Charity collection coming in October 2026🖤☠️🏳️⚧️
Art by @mxmorgan.com
All the info here: tenebrouspress.com/blog/2025/11...
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Just seen this poem by John McCullough in Broken Sleep’s ‘Opening Line’. It has stopped my heart - it’s like it was written just for me!
April 2, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Just seen this poem by John McCullough in Broken Sleep’s ‘Opening Line’. It has stopped my heart - it’s like it was written just for me!
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November 16, 2025 at 7:02 PM
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A nice obituary for Alice, who was going to be recognized as one of The Post 50.
I hate that we now have to live without this phenomenal woman.
#GiftLink
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I hate that we now have to live without this phenomenal woman.
#GiftLink
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Alice Wong, disability rights advocate and wordsmith, dies at 51
Alice Wong, a transformational leader for disability rights and justice, who founded the Disability Visibility project to magnify disabled culture, died Nov. 14.
wapo.st
November 16, 2025 at 12:22 AM
A nice obituary for Alice, who was going to be recognized as one of The Post 50.
I hate that we now have to live without this phenomenal woman.
#GiftLink
wapo.st/49WOdx1
I hate that we now have to live without this phenomenal woman.
#GiftLink
wapo.st/49WOdx1
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The room is
almost all
elephant.
Almost none
of it isn’t.
Pretty much
solid elephant.
So there’s no
room to talk
about it.
-Kay Ryan, “The Elephant in the Room”
#everynightapoem
almost all
elephant.
Almost none
of it isn’t.
Pretty much
solid elephant.
So there’s no
room to talk
about it.
-Kay Ryan, “The Elephant in the Room”
#everynightapoem
November 13, 2025 at 12:13 AM
The room is
almost all
elephant.
Almost none
of it isn’t.
Pretty much
solid elephant.
So there’s no
room to talk
about it.
-Kay Ryan, “The Elephant in the Room”
#everynightapoem
almost all
elephant.
Almost none
of it isn’t.
Pretty much
solid elephant.
So there’s no
room to talk
about it.
-Kay Ryan, “The Elephant in the Room”
#everynightapoem
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This is the most rhetorically exhausting age to live in (subjective, obvs, but still): white Christian nationalists weaponizing “antisemitic” as a form of genocide denial.
God, I hate it. It’s so deeply effed up. You have to hurt your mind into thinking that way.
God, I hate it. It’s so deeply effed up. You have to hurt your mind into thinking that way.
November 14, 2025 at 8:44 PM
This is the most rhetorically exhausting age to live in (subjective, obvs, but still): white Christian nationalists weaponizing “antisemitic” as a form of genocide denial.
God, I hate it. It’s so deeply effed up. You have to hurt your mind into thinking that way.
God, I hate it. It’s so deeply effed up. You have to hurt your mind into thinking that way.
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The Picts were always more than their blue-painted, bloodthirsty depictions. Carved in Stone, a new setting guide from @stoutstoat.co.uk and archaeologist Heather Christie, invites players to explore their incomplete but beautiful history.
Carved in Stone is both a history book and an eye-catching RPG
Publisher Brian Tyrrell and archeologist Heather Christie paint a pretty Pict-ure.
www.rascal.news
November 12, 2025 at 3:20 PM
The Picts were always more than their blue-painted, bloodthirsty depictions. Carved in Stone, a new setting guide from @stoutstoat.co.uk and archaeologist Heather Christie, invites players to explore their incomplete but beautiful history.
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In the last chapter of Alice’s memoir, “Year of the Tiger,” she wrote her own future obituary.
The wonderful “oracle, storyteller, cyborg, trouble-maker, activist, night owl” we loved so much closed it with:
“Enjoy all of Alice’s good shit, and may you create some good shit as well.”
The wonderful “oracle, storyteller, cyborg, trouble-maker, activist, night owl” we loved so much closed it with:
“Enjoy all of Alice’s good shit, and may you create some good shit as well.”
November 15, 2025 at 7:27 AM
In the last chapter of Alice’s memoir, “Year of the Tiger,” she wrote her own future obituary.
The wonderful “oracle, storyteller, cyborg, trouble-maker, activist, night owl” we loved so much closed it with:
“Enjoy all of Alice’s good shit, and may you create some good shit as well.”
The wonderful “oracle, storyteller, cyborg, trouble-maker, activist, night owl” we loved so much closed it with:
“Enjoy all of Alice’s good shit, and may you create some good shit as well.”
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I want to write a novel about Silence, he said; the things people don't say.
Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf
November 13, 2025 at 6:36 PM
I want to write a novel about Silence, he said; the things people don't say.
Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf