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catherineredford.bsky.social
A beautiful and heartbreaking poem by Mary Mulholland - from the Winter 2025 edition of Poetry News.
December 23, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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litbowl.bsky.social
Sharon Olds always. From Arias: bit.ly/ariasLB

#poem #books #writing
December 25, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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neonpajamas.bsky.social
an annual tradition to post this @heatherchristle.bsky.social poem
CHRISTMAS here is a piece of me / it is my foot / or it is my spinal attachment / they put a tree in the living room / of course you'd want to climb it / only the problem is we are not small enough / and when we were small enough / we were not strong enough it wasn't even a question / I do not want this many parts / I wish I were only one thing / a kneecap maybe or a liver / if I had a real choice / I would be an analog phone / then when you were with me I would keep ringing / and when you kissed me I would hang up / one man knew how to sing like a dial tone / I think he was our king / unfortunately I noticed everything today / and the people won't let me return it
December 25, 2025 at 2:35 PM
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niina.bsky.social
Ariel Yelen, "Revolution" from the book I WAS WORKING
Poem text: Revolution The new microwave at work has begun To make the most beautiful sound.as it finishes cooking When it first appeared some weeks ago it was impressively silent While heating food on its circular base Either someone changed a setting or it has liberated itself I've begun singing the alto part in harmony with it while it plays And i've been adding a note, the minor third Before dropping to the lower fifth To finish the song in unison Music under most circumstances Will take desperate Measures to come back into your life
December 14, 2025 at 2:53 AM
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overboeken.bsky.social
Zal ik nog een eindje met je meelopen?

#HagarPeeters (1972) is dichter en schrijver. In 2008 stond ze op de shortlist van de verkiezing van de Dichter des Vaderlands. De gedichten van Hagar Peeters worden gezongen door Wende Snijders, Van Dik Hout en Herman van Veen.
December 20, 2025 at 8:21 AM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Claire Dougherty, from SONNETS FROM LENT
2/29/24 (And Another Poetry Reading) Last night I wanted to cry when you said You think all people are actually so smart when You listen to them. It made me so unexpectedly Happy to hear you say that. I want to say Something real, without trying to say it In a beautiful or literary way. It’s too easy to tell When someone is faking it. Tonight at the poetry Reading listening to the woman read about a visitation From an angel I thought, I don’t think an angel would describe your eyes As windows to your soul like that I think angels probably communicate wordlessly Through strange coincidences or through Other people when you actually listen to them
December 23, 2025 at 9:33 PM
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litbowl.bsky.social
What better poem for the first day, and first Sunday, of winter?

Happy solstice, everyone. From Robert Hayden's Collected Poems.

#poem #books #writing
December 21, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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mobydickatsea.bsky.social
how then can this one small heart beat
December 17, 2025 at 5:47 PM
plensbuien.bsky.social
Adieu - J.W. Schulte Noordholt
December 17, 2025 at 7:48 AM
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toddedillard.bsky.social
thankful to @mayacpopa.bsky.social for including this wonderful Ellen Bass poem in her newsletter today
Dead Butterfly BY ELLEN BASS For months my daughter carried a dead monarch in a quart mason jar. To and from school in her backpack, to her only friend's house. At the dinner table it sat like a guest alongside the pot roast. She took it to bed, propped by her pillow. Was it the year her brother was born? Was this her own too-fragile baby that had lived—so briefly—in its glassed world? Or the year she refused to go to her father's house? Was this the holding-her-breath girl she became there? This plump child in her rolled-down socks I sometimes wanted to haul back inside me and carry safe again. What was her fierce commitment? I never understood. We just lived with the dead winged thing as part of her, as part of us, weightless in its heavy jar.
December 10, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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christinadaub.bsky.social
It’s #NationalKissingDay!
Thanks to @oneart.bsky.social
my kissing poem is out in the world. Enjoy this #poetry #kiss

oneartpoetry.com/2025/06/13/t...
My poem about the crime of kissing in a parked car in a park after dark. Image, name and title of the poem “People are Dying, but” in One Art poetry journal, online.
June 22, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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christinadaub.bsky.social
Seems like the more chaotic things get, the more we need stillness and the harder it is to achieve. Mary Oliver brings it home.

“Stillness. One of the doors to the temple.”

“Today” by Mary Oliver
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Poem by Mary Oliver that reminds us to be still, that stillness is “one of the doors into the temple.” You can find it in her book, A Thousand Mornings, 2012.
July 11, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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christinadaub.bsky.social
Mary Ruefle’s erasure poem of Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Rvening by Robert Frost
#poetry #smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Thanks to @hanvanderhart.bsky.social
for introducing it to me.
An erasure poem by Mary Ruefle titled Stopping created by whiting out much of Robert Frost’s poem: Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.
July 22, 2025 at 3:11 AM
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christinadaub.bsky.social
“…when grief weighs you down like your own flesh…”
#smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
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The Thing Is a poemby Ellen Bass. You can listen to it here: https://youtu.be/JONWgsZ6vm8?si=xtEqW09O-U4cTM57
December 1, 2025 at 12:48 AM
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christinadaub.bsky.social
Moving to keep things whole

#poetry by Mark Strand
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Keeping things Whole by poet Mark Strand, from Selected Poems.
December 14, 2025 at 5:55 AM
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nikitagill.bsky.social
“Do not deny yourself the delights of this life. Instead make a feast of all that you are given.”
The most popular comment on a model's video says "and just like that my hunger is gone. Thank you." And suddenly I am back in summer 2006 where we were all taught skinny was the only kind of beautiful that counted, where the more nothing you could make yourself, the more worthy you were in existence. Your body should be non existent, the newspapers told us. Don't you dare take up space, you don't deserve it. We listened, because we assumed this was just the legacy of girlhood - to make yourself as small as possible. If there is anything I wish I could tell us back then, all young hopeful teenagers and strawberry lipgloss it is that hungry girls become hungry women who make a meal of their dreams to stay alive. Do not deny yourself the delights of this life. Instead make a feast of all that you are given. The love, the joy, the grief, the fury and become women of appetite. Women of want as much as need. - Nikita Gill
December 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
William Bronk
SNOW FORTS KIDS BUILD A person’s the almost nothing underneath what all we wear like clothes. The clothes themselves just part of what we wear: our gender ways, our skins, our talk and houses, native lands— fortresses defensible to defend, What’s underneath’s too small for our defense.
December 12, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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litbowl.bsky.social
Forever in love with this one.

From Pat Schneider's book, The Weight of Love: bookshop.org/a/862/9780942544480

#poem #booksky #writing
December 12, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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amnesty.org
We’re back with another year of #Write4Rights!

This International Human Rights Day, join #W4R25, the world’s biggest human rights event where hundreds of thousands of people around the world come together to protect the rights of others: amn.st/633227f5xC ✍️
Illustration of hand holding pen
December 10, 2025 at 10:00 AM
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litbowl.bsky.social
"I promise we are made of those who save us."

One of my favorites by @josephfasano.bsky.social. From The Last Song of the World: bit.ly/lastsongof
December 9, 2025 at 3:45 PM
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rndngs.bsky.social
Waar gaat alles en iedereen zoal naartoe? Knoppen, ratsmodee, gallemiezen... van die dingen? En waar komt dat dan vandaan?

Lees meer in dit draadje! 🧵⤵️
December 7, 2025 at 9:24 PM
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christinadaub.bsky.social
We are the absent ones
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@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
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Poem called “The Loved Ones” by Wendell Berry in the current New Yorker.
December 7, 2025 at 4:03 AM
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guusvalk.bsky.social
Een enorm verlies voor de journalistiek over internationaal recht en mensenrechten.

De allerlaatste Wordt Vervolgd:
December 6, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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chenchenwrites.bsky.social
... Walk
through the garden’s dormant splendor.
Say only, thank you.
Thank you.

—Ross Gay
Thank You by Ross Gay If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing, again, the earth’s great, sonorous moan that says you are the air of the now and gone, that says all you love will turn to dust, and will meet you there, do not raise your fist. Do not raise your small voice against it. And do not take cover. Instead, curl your toes into the grass, watch the cloud ascending from your lips. Walk through the garden’s dormant splendor. Say only, thank you. Thank you.
November 27, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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grantdraws.bsky.social
Poetry Comics Month, Day 23: Infinite Senryu
November 23, 2025 at 2:37 PM