GrimalkinGerry
@grimalkingerry.bsky.social
Poet and teacher based in Finland.
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Reading poetry to pigs, yellow stretchy man, the canon of spiteful literature, & other curiosities w/ @webbish6.bsky.social @lesleymwheeler.bsky.social @kristybowen.bsky.social @grimalkingerry.bsky.social @robinhoughton.bsky.social @rebeccaloudon.bsky.social 3/3 www.vianegativa.us/2025/08/poet...
Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 31
A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.
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August 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
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A Summer Ending
Today is the last day of my holidays and I'm still in my jammies, writing with tea, playing solitaire until my head quiets. I'm blessed with...
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July 29, 2025 at 10:02 AM
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This week in the poetry blogs w/ @grimalkingerry.bsky.social @djvorreyer.bsky.social @webbish6.bsky.social @thepoetslizard.bsky.social @matriches.bsky.social @suefinch.bsky.social @writtenbyallison.bsky.social @alinaetc.bsky.social 1/3
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Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 28
personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.
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July 16, 2025 at 6:03 AM
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The Blank Page
Less than a month left of my summer holidays and I've been thinking about the blank page . . . I don't fear it, I fill it with nonsense most...
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July 14, 2025 at 7:23 AM
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Fireflies and bats, children in bomb shelters & more w/ poets @aempoet.bsky.social @garybarwin.bsky.social @thepoetslizard.bsky.social @webbish6.bsky.social @lesleymwheeler.bsky.social @mariapopova.bsky.social @grimalkingerry.bsky.social
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Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 25
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June 24, 2025 at 4:00 PM
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Midsummer
It's midsummer, when Finnish people turns away from the cities and towards the water and the forest, relax and be themselves. As much as I d...
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June 21, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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Went onto the porch today to write - sometimes I write by peeling paint off my old picnic table. The sharpened blade of the scraper catching on any loose thoughts, revealing beneath the raw, true colours. Any unwanted thoughts are stripped away and blown off by the wind.
June 15, 2025 at 11:03 AM
Went onto the porch today to write - sometimes I write by peeling paint off my old picnic table. The sharpened blade of the scraper catching on any loose thoughts, revealing beneath the raw, true colours. Any unwanted thoughts are stripped away and blown off by the wind.
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The task of silence, skies of spit & more w/ @thepoetslizard.bsky.social @lesleymwheeler.bsky.social @andotheritems.bsky.social @jillpearlman.bsky.social @kristybowen.bsky.social @grimalkingerry.bsky.social @roguestrands.bsky.social @timlovewriter.bsky.social 3/3
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Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 23
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June 9, 2025 at 10:04 PM
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Lazy Days When No One is Watching
A week into full summer and the kids have been sleeping in late, having stayed up too late again. Menopause has gifted me with mornings, so ...
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June 9, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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New post on my Thistle Wren blog.
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Expressing Big Emotions
The day outside is beautiful, but I'm stuck inside with a pollen allergy that has moved to my chest. It is a struggle to breathe, to even pu...
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June 1, 2025 at 1:10 PM
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Poets in "the crosshairs of the present"
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Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 20
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May 19, 2025 at 11:17 PM
Poets in "the crosshairs of the present"
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A Collector of Scrap and Details
Summer is officially here, though we still are really only in spring in terms of where the weather and plant growth is. My tulips are just b...
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May 18, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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#glopowrimo Last Day and I've managed to do all but one day. Feels like something I want to continue.
Day 30
Bittersweet
He's leaving and breathless
she spins face up in the current of the room.
Clothed in the synonyms for how she must feel,
she has lost the original.
Each night becomes a map.
Day 30
Bittersweet
He's leaving and breathless
she spins face up in the current of the room.
Clothed in the synonyms for how she must feel,
she has lost the original.
Each night becomes a map.
April 30, 2025 at 6:01 PM
#glopowrimo Last Day and I've managed to do all but one day. Feels like something I want to continue.
Day 30
Bittersweet
He's leaving and breathless
she spins face up in the current of the room.
Clothed in the synonyms for how she must feel,
she has lost the original.
Each night becomes a map.
Day 30
Bittersweet
He's leaving and breathless
she spins face up in the current of the room.
Clothed in the synonyms for how she must feel,
she has lost the original.
Each night becomes a map.
Day 29 #glopowrimo
zibladone
I have not yet outgrown you
I write you punk love notes in the margins
scream and slash the paper
I place my hope in pomegranate seeds
but they are more bite than juice
and bleed on the page
zibladone
I have not yet outgrown you
I write you punk love notes in the margins
scream and slash the paper
I place my hope in pomegranate seeds
but they are more bite than juice
and bleed on the page
April 30, 2025 at 10:11 AM
Day 29 #glopowrimo
zibladone
I have not yet outgrown you
I write you punk love notes in the margins
scream and slash the paper
I place my hope in pomegranate seeds
but they are more bite than juice
and bleed on the page
zibladone
I have not yet outgrown you
I write you punk love notes in the margins
scream and slash the paper
I place my hope in pomegranate seeds
but they are more bite than juice
and bleed on the page
Day 28 #glopowrimo
tell me every sorrow
tell me about the hole in your fleece
and your homework on birch trees.
Then laugh how the teacher stood in the woods
and just gazed up happily.
The same trees are making me sneeze.
tell me every sorrow
tell me about the hole in your fleece
and your homework on birch trees.
Then laugh how the teacher stood in the woods
and just gazed up happily.
The same trees are making me sneeze.
April 30, 2025 at 10:10 AM
Day 28 #glopowrimo
tell me every sorrow
tell me about the hole in your fleece
and your homework on birch trees.
Then laugh how the teacher stood in the woods
and just gazed up happily.
The same trees are making me sneeze.
tell me every sorrow
tell me about the hole in your fleece
and your homework on birch trees.
Then laugh how the teacher stood in the woods
and just gazed up happily.
The same trees are making me sneeze.
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Aging and Love are Involuntary
I had a student this week say he follows me on Insta, Hi I!, but he doesn't read these blog posts which is probably a relief. It got me wond...
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April 28, 2025 at 5:46 PM
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Day 27 #glopowrimo
A blessed day
the exhausted field and I stop
torn over by plough and the lack
that I always carry with me
still grateful for a milk-kissed morning
the mist cooried down
the wind is edible peat-infused
and the hill low-ridged enough to dip a toe
A blessed day
the exhausted field and I stop
torn over by plough and the lack
that I always carry with me
still grateful for a milk-kissed morning
the mist cooried down
the wind is edible peat-infused
and the hill low-ridged enough to dip a toe
April 28, 2025 at 6:29 AM
Day 27 #glopowrimo
A blessed day
the exhausted field and I stop
torn over by plough and the lack
that I always carry with me
still grateful for a milk-kissed morning
the mist cooried down
the wind is edible peat-infused
and the hill low-ridged enough to dip a toe
A blessed day
the exhausted field and I stop
torn over by plough and the lack
that I always carry with me
still grateful for a milk-kissed morning
the mist cooried down
the wind is edible peat-infused
and the hill low-ridged enough to dip a toe
Day 26 #glopowrimo - I do wonder who people will relate to Billie these days (it’s Holliday for me)
in the unruly hour
in the arms of night
I am drowning in blues
that ache of wanting and wanting more
and that voice petal black
is the rain
and Billie’s sadness
she knew
in the unruly hour
in the arms of night
I am drowning in blues
that ache of wanting and wanting more
and that voice petal black
is the rain
and Billie’s sadness
she knew
April 27, 2025 at 6:52 AM
Day 26 #glopowrimo - I do wonder who people will relate to Billie these days (it’s Holliday for me)
in the unruly hour
in the arms of night
I am drowning in blues
that ache of wanting and wanting more
and that voice petal black
is the rain
and Billie’s sadness
she knew
in the unruly hour
in the arms of night
I am drowning in blues
that ache of wanting and wanting more
and that voice petal black
is the rain
and Billie’s sadness
she knew
Day 26 #glopowrimo
grace is not required
my midlife crisis needs a midwife
as much as a birth
to find a way through the cravings
and softening skull
a hand to hold when facing
the feverish heights of hormones
and the slow fall to decay
aging is involuntary
grace is not required
my midlife crisis needs a midwife
as much as a birth
to find a way through the cravings
and softening skull
a hand to hold when facing
the feverish heights of hormones
and the slow fall to decay
aging is involuntary
April 26, 2025 at 5:06 AM
Day 26 #glopowrimo
grace is not required
my midlife crisis needs a midwife
as much as a birth
to find a way through the cravings
and softening skull
a hand to hold when facing
the feverish heights of hormones
and the slow fall to decay
aging is involuntary
grace is not required
my midlife crisis needs a midwife
as much as a birth
to find a way through the cravings
and softening skull
a hand to hold when facing
the feverish heights of hormones
and the slow fall to decay
aging is involuntary
Day 24 #glopowrimo
I stalk the heron
the bird is not an omen
starving for my questions
feeding on my promises
but a reflection
of what
of who is hidden
in the nettles and dried stalks
I stalk the heron
the bird is not an omen
starving for my questions
feeding on my promises
but a reflection
of what
of who is hidden
in the nettles and dried stalks
April 25, 2025 at 4:25 AM
Day 24 #glopowrimo
I stalk the heron
the bird is not an omen
starving for my questions
feeding on my promises
but a reflection
of what
of who is hidden
in the nettles and dried stalks
I stalk the heron
the bird is not an omen
starving for my questions
feeding on my promises
but a reflection
of what
of who is hidden
in the nettles and dried stalks
Day 23 #glopowrimo I missed yesterday but inspired by a Finnish song today
joesta järveen
Tuonelan Koivut, Kotiteollisuus
I thought the song said love flowed
from the river to the lake
so finnish so enclosed
far from the pull of the tide
just a collection of emotions hemmed in
but it was tears
joesta järveen
Tuonelan Koivut, Kotiteollisuus
I thought the song said love flowed
from the river to the lake
so finnish so enclosed
far from the pull of the tide
just a collection of emotions hemmed in
but it was tears
April 23, 2025 at 5:48 PM
Day 23 #glopowrimo I missed yesterday but inspired by a Finnish song today
joesta järveen
Tuonelan Koivut, Kotiteollisuus
I thought the song said love flowed
from the river to the lake
so finnish so enclosed
far from the pull of the tide
just a collection of emotions hemmed in
but it was tears
joesta järveen
Tuonelan Koivut, Kotiteollisuus
I thought the song said love flowed
from the river to the lake
so finnish so enclosed
far from the pull of the tide
just a collection of emotions hemmed in
but it was tears
Day 21 #glopowrimo
the poetry of who I was
the past filed away in boxes
old photos with a gold wash
friends and stories still kent over the decades
faces I want to forget
hard copies blurred and real
can I edit them out
the poetry of who I was
the past filed away in boxes
old photos with a gold wash
friends and stories still kent over the decades
faces I want to forget
hard copies blurred and real
can I edit them out
April 23, 2025 at 4:30 AM
Day 21 #glopowrimo
the poetry of who I was
the past filed away in boxes
old photos with a gold wash
friends and stories still kent over the decades
faces I want to forget
hard copies blurred and real
can I edit them out
the poetry of who I was
the past filed away in boxes
old photos with a gold wash
friends and stories still kent over the decades
faces I want to forget
hard copies blurred and real
can I edit them out
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The Poetry of Who I am Now
Easter weekend and we got 5 days off school for it. I love the luxury of waking up and thinking, 'not tomorrow' especially when the rain is ...
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April 21, 2025 at 6:38 AM
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Day 20 #glopowrimo - the format just does not work for this online.
myself in the abstract
the rain pelting down this is content
I am torn from the page of the unmade bed this is arrival
a husk of the moon longing
myself in the abstract
the rain pelting down this is content
I am torn from the page of the unmade bed this is arrival
a husk of the moon longing
April 21, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Day 20 #glopowrimo - the format just does not work for this online.
myself in the abstract
the rain pelting down this is content
I am torn from the page of the unmade bed this is arrival
a husk of the moon longing
myself in the abstract
the rain pelting down this is content
I am torn from the page of the unmade bed this is arrival
a husk of the moon longing
Day 19 #glopowrimo
unstrung
I string myself along
vibrating synched to the wind
high-strung gutted and burned dry
and fall like a broken kite
when did I stop talking
when he stopped listening
I’ve chosen to ignore
the opinions of the wind
unstrung
I string myself along
vibrating synched to the wind
high-strung gutted and burned dry
and fall like a broken kite
when did I stop talking
when he stopped listening
I’ve chosen to ignore
the opinions of the wind
April 19, 2025 at 9:15 AM
Day 19 #glopowrimo
unstrung
I string myself along
vibrating synched to the wind
high-strung gutted and burned dry
and fall like a broken kite
when did I stop talking
when he stopped listening
I’ve chosen to ignore
the opinions of the wind
unstrung
I string myself along
vibrating synched to the wind
high-strung gutted and burned dry
and fall like a broken kite
when did I stop talking
when he stopped listening
I’ve chosen to ignore
the opinions of the wind