Read A Little Poetry
@readalittlepoem.bsky.social
Holding poets to the light • A passion project by @andhow.bsky.social • est 2005 • https://readalittlepoetry.com/ • https://ko-fi.com/readalittlepoem • Poet's Field Notes (tdelosreyes.substack.com)
“Even a goose knows how to find / shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks.”
— Barbara Crooker
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This poem appeared in Radiance by Barabara Crooker, published by Word Press, 2005. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Barbara Crooker
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This poem appeared in Radiance by Barabara Crooker, published by Word Press, 2005. Shared here with deep gratitude.
December 3, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“Even a goose knows how to find / shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks.”
— Barbara Crooker
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This poem appeared in Radiance by Barabara Crooker, published by Word Press, 2005. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Barbara Crooker
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This poem appeared in Radiance by Barabara Crooker, published by Word Press, 2005. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“I saw the half-eaten / sandwich, / bread, / lettuce and salami, / all carrying the shape / of her bite.”
— A. K. Ramanujam
— A. K. Ramanujam
December 2, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“I saw the half-eaten / sandwich, / bread, / lettuce and salami, / all carrying the shape / of her bite.”
— A. K. Ramanujam
— A. K. Ramanujam
“I opened my eyes then and got right up / and went back to being happy again. / I'm grateful to you, you see. I wanted to tell you.”
— Raymond Carver
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This poem appeared in Poetry Magazine, 1985. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Raymond Carver
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This poem appeared in Poetry Magazine, 1985. Shared here with deep gratitude.
December 1, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“I opened my eyes then and got right up / and went back to being happy again. / I'm grateful to you, you see. I wanted to tell you.”
— Raymond Carver
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This poem appeared in Poetry Magazine, 1985. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Raymond Carver
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This poem appeared in Poetry Magazine, 1985. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“My God. How lucky to have lived / a life I would die for.”
— Leila Chatti
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This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day by the Academy of American Poets, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Leila Chatti
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This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day by the Academy of American Poets, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 30, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“My God. How lucky to have lived / a life I would die for.”
— Leila Chatti
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This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day by the Academy of American Poets, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Leila Chatti
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This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day by the Academy of American Poets, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“The thing about instability is we rarely see it / coming.”
— Rachelle Sierra
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This poem appeared in Frozen Sea (@frozenseapoetry.bsky.social), Issue 6, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Rachelle Sierra
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This poem appeared in Frozen Sea (@frozenseapoetry.bsky.social), Issue 6, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 29, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“The thing about instability is we rarely see it / coming.”
— Rachelle Sierra
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This poem appeared in Frozen Sea (@frozenseapoetry.bsky.social), Issue 6, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Rachelle Sierra
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This poem appeared in Frozen Sea (@frozenseapoetry.bsky.social), Issue 6, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“we worry. this world can hurt / our heaviest leaden days; eyes wet with awe,”
— Katia Engell
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This poem appeared in Epiphany, Spring/Summer Issue, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Katia Engell
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This poem appeared in Epiphany, Spring/Summer Issue, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 28, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“we worry. this world can hurt / our heaviest leaden days; eyes wet with awe,”
— Katia Engell
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This poem appeared in Epiphany, Spring/Summer Issue, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Katia Engell
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This poem appeared in Epiphany, Spring/Summer Issue, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“I am / not ready to hatch. Teach me / to harden in the air”
— Dominique Ahkong (@domkeykong.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in Pirene’s Fountain Volume 18, Issue 26, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Dominique Ahkong (@domkeykong.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in Pirene’s Fountain Volume 18, Issue 26, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 27, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“I am / not ready to hatch. Teach me / to harden in the air”
— Dominique Ahkong (@domkeykong.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in Pirene’s Fountain Volume 18, Issue 26, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Dominique Ahkong (@domkeykong.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in Pirene’s Fountain Volume 18, Issue 26, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“After it was done, I couldn’t go back to my life. You understand, right? It wasn’t the same.”
— Ada Limón
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This poem appeared in Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón, published by Milkweed Editions, 2015. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Ada Limón
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This poem appeared in Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón, published by Milkweed Editions, 2015. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 25, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“After it was done, I couldn’t go back to my life. You understand, right? It wasn’t the same.”
— Ada Limón
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This poem appeared in Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón, published by Milkweed Editions, 2015. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Ada Limón
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This poem appeared in Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón, published by Milkweed Editions, 2015. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“That perhaps our / universe exists as one fabric weaved / into a shirt and our beyond just wool.”
— Emily M. Goldsmith
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This poem appeared in Vagabond City Literary Journal, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Emily M. Goldsmith
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This poem appeared in Vagabond City Literary Journal, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 24, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“That perhaps our / universe exists as one fabric weaved / into a shirt and our beyond just wool.”
— Emily M. Goldsmith
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This poem appeared in Vagabond City Literary Journal, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Emily M. Goldsmith
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This poem appeared in Vagabond City Literary Journal, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“If I am killed / for simply living, / let death be kinder / than man.”
— Althea Davis
— Althea Davis
November 23, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“If I am killed / for simply living, / let death be kinder / than man.”
— Althea Davis
— Althea Davis
“How many of my brothers and my sisters / will they kill / before I teach myself / retaliation?”
— June Jordan
— June Jordan
November 22, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“How many of my brothers and my sisters / will they kill / before I teach myself / retaliation?”
— June Jordan
— June Jordan
“A blot / Of blood, about the size of the sun / Or my thumb. It was ages ago. / I can still hear it.”
— Omar Sakr (@omarsakr.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Omar Sakr (@omarsakr.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 21, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“A blot / Of blood, about the size of the sun / Or my thumb. It was ages ago. / I can still hear it.”
— Omar Sakr (@omarsakr.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Omar Sakr (@omarsakr.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“In violence / there is no reciprocity / like rain on soil”
— Simon Shieh (@simonshieh.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in The Missouri Review, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Simon Shieh (@simonshieh.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in The Missouri Review, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 20, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“In violence / there is no reciprocity / like rain on soil”
— Simon Shieh (@simonshieh.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in The Missouri Review, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Simon Shieh (@simonshieh.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in The Missouri Review, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“you told me there’s no application form that can hold / the entirety of a life, because our days constantly spill like wine.”
— Ae Hee Lee (@aeheelee.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in POETRY Magazine, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Ae Hee Lee (@aeheelee.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in POETRY Magazine, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 19, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“you told me there’s no application form that can hold / the entirety of a life, because our days constantly spill like wine.”
— Ae Hee Lee (@aeheelee.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in POETRY Magazine, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Ae Hee Lee (@aeheelee.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in POETRY Magazine, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“But tonight he is alive and in the north / field with his mother.”
— Laura Gilpin
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This poem appeared in The Hocus Pocus of the Universe by Laura Gilpin, published by Doubleday (@doubledaybooks.bsky.social), 1977. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Laura Gilpin
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This poem appeared in The Hocus Pocus of the Universe by Laura Gilpin, published by Doubleday (@doubledaybooks.bsky.social), 1977. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 18, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“But tonight he is alive and in the north / field with his mother.”
— Laura Gilpin
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This poem appeared in The Hocus Pocus of the Universe by Laura Gilpin, published by Doubleday (@doubledaybooks.bsky.social), 1977. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Laura Gilpin
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This poem appeared in The Hocus Pocus of the Universe by Laura Gilpin, published by Doubleday (@doubledaybooks.bsky.social), 1977. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. / This is peace and contentment. It’s new.”
— Wendy Cope
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This poem appeared in Serious Concerns by Wendy Cope, published by Faber and Faber, 1992. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Wendy Cope
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This poem appeared in Serious Concerns by Wendy Cope, published by Faber and Faber, 1992. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 17, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. / This is peace and contentment. It’s new.”
— Wendy Cope
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This poem appeared in Serious Concerns by Wendy Cope, published by Faber and Faber, 1992. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Wendy Cope
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This poem appeared in Serious Concerns by Wendy Cope, published by Faber and Faber, 1992. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“Oh, your mouth is a diver’s bell; / it takes me down untold fathoms.”
— Susan Glickman
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This poem appeared in Henry Moore’s Sheep by Susan Glickman, published by Véhicule Press, 1990. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Susan Glickman
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This poem appeared in Henry Moore’s Sheep by Susan Glickman, published by Véhicule Press, 1990. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 16, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“Oh, your mouth is a diver’s bell; / it takes me down untold fathoms.”
— Susan Glickman
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This poem appeared in Henry Moore’s Sheep by Susan Glickman, published by Véhicule Press, 1990. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Susan Glickman
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This poem appeared in Henry Moore’s Sheep by Susan Glickman, published by Véhicule Press, 1990. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“wanda you have no humor in you you too serious / wanda i didn’t know i was hurting you / that was an accident”
— Wanda Coleman
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This poem appeared in Heavy Daughter Blues by Wanda Coleman, published by Black Sparrow Press, 1987. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Wanda Coleman
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This poem appeared in Heavy Daughter Blues by Wanda Coleman, published by Black Sparrow Press, 1987. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 15, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“wanda you have no humor in you you too serious / wanda i didn’t know i was hurting you / that was an accident”
— Wanda Coleman
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This poem appeared in Heavy Daughter Blues by Wanda Coleman, published by Black Sparrow Press, 1987. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Wanda Coleman
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This poem appeared in Heavy Daughter Blues by Wanda Coleman, published by Black Sparrow Press, 1987. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in.”
— Franny Choi
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This poem appeared in The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On by Franny Choi, published by Ecco, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Franny Choi
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This poem appeared in The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On by Franny Choi, published by Ecco, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 14, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in.”
— Franny Choi
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This poem appeared in The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On by Franny Choi, published by Ecco, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Franny Choi
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This poem appeared in The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On by Franny Choi, published by Ecco, 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“We are dust and to dust return.”
— Pablo Neruda
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This poem appeared in Odes to Common Things by Pablo Neruda, published by Bulfinch Press, 1994. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Pablo Neruda
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This poem appeared in Odes to Common Things by Pablo Neruda, published by Bulfinch Press, 1994. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 13, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“We are dust and to dust return.”
— Pablo Neruda
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This poem appeared in Odes to Common Things by Pablo Neruda, published by Bulfinch Press, 1994. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Pablo Neruda
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This poem appeared in Odes to Common Things by Pablo Neruda, published by Bulfinch Press, 1994. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“We’re all going to hell in a while.”
— Patrizia Cavalli
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This poem appeared in My Poems Won't Change The World by Patrizia Cavalli, published by Penguin Books Ltd, 2018. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Patrizia Cavalli
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This poem appeared in My Poems Won't Change The World by Patrizia Cavalli, published by Penguin Books Ltd, 2018. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 12, 2025 at 2:44 PM
“We’re all going to hell in a while.”
— Patrizia Cavalli
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This poem appeared in My Poems Won't Change The World by Patrizia Cavalli, published by Penguin Books Ltd, 2018. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Patrizia Cavalli
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This poem appeared in My Poems Won't Change The World by Patrizia Cavalli, published by Penguin Books Ltd, 2018. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“i’m waiting for a few folks // i love dearly to die so i can be myself. / please don’t make me say who.”
— Danez Smith
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This poem appeared in Los Angeles Review of Books, No. 15, Summer 2017. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Danez Smith
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This poem appeared in Los Angeles Review of Books, No. 15, Summer 2017. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 11, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“i’m waiting for a few folks // i love dearly to die so i can be myself. / please don’t make me say who.”
— Danez Smith
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This poem appeared in Los Angeles Review of Books, No. 15, Summer 2017. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Danez Smith
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This poem appeared in Los Angeles Review of Books, No. 15, Summer 2017. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“I want a compass. / I need deliverance. Good god, take me”
— Oliver Baez Bendorf (@oliverbaezbendorf.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in The Spectral Wilderness by Oliver Baez Bendorf, published by Kent State University Press (@ksupress.bsky.social), 2015. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Oliver Baez Bendorf (@oliverbaezbendorf.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in The Spectral Wilderness by Oliver Baez Bendorf, published by Kent State University Press (@ksupress.bsky.social), 2015. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 10, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“I want a compass. / I need deliverance. Good god, take me”
— Oliver Baez Bendorf (@oliverbaezbendorf.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in The Spectral Wilderness by Oliver Baez Bendorf, published by Kent State University Press (@ksupress.bsky.social), 2015. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Oliver Baez Bendorf (@oliverbaezbendorf.bsky.social)
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This poem appeared in The Spectral Wilderness by Oliver Baez Bendorf, published by Kent State University Press (@ksupress.bsky.social), 2015. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“It’s November / again & most of us are still alive. This makes me so glad except / for the fact that it has to be said.”
— Talin Tahajian
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This poem appeared in the Inferior Planets. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Talin Tahajian
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This poem appeared in the Inferior Planets. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 9, 2025 at 2:02 PM
“It’s November / again & most of us are still alive. This makes me so glad except / for the fact that it has to be said.”
— Talin Tahajian
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This poem appeared in the Inferior Planets. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Talin Tahajian
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This poem appeared in the Inferior Planets. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“So it’s best I keep hiding knives in my hair, the way my grandmother – not god – the way my grandmother intended.”
— Noʻu Revilla
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This poem appeared in Ask the Brindled by Noʻu Revilla, published by Milkweed Editions, 2022. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Noʻu Revilla
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This poem appeared in Ask the Brindled by Noʻu Revilla, published by Milkweed Editions, 2022. Shared here with deep gratitude.
November 8, 2025 at 2:01 PM
“So it’s best I keep hiding knives in my hair, the way my grandmother – not god – the way my grandmother intended.”
— Noʻu Revilla
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This poem appeared in Ask the Brindled by Noʻu Revilla, published by Milkweed Editions, 2022. Shared here with deep gratitude.
— Noʻu Revilla
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This poem appeared in Ask the Brindled by Noʻu Revilla, published by Milkweed Editions, 2022. Shared here with deep gratitude.