Simeon Berry
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Simeon Berry
@simeonberry.bsky.social
Author of Monograph (National Poetry Series, UGA Press) & Ampersand Revisited (National Poetry Series, Fence Books). Posts daily poems by others. he/him
“Contemporary ideologies, studded with hashtags / It’s like not being able to wear a sexy nurse outfit unless you apply for a sexy medical license / You have to take someone’s blood pressure with your skirt hiked up” —Hera Lindsay Bird, “Untitled 404”
November 13, 2025 at 12:50 PM
“Katie Condon! Antiquity, antiquity! She sings of afterbirth & blood! / Today, the snarkiest poet since the discovery of fire invites you / to her home for a soy chai latte on the lawn!” — @ktcndn.bsky.social, “Book Blurb in the American Style”
November 12, 2025 at 12:30 PM
“betraying / their own brothers and stepping in front / of trains that have come loose / from their tracks and instead of brakes / have two sad faced women / waving kerchiefs” — @rebeccaslehmann.bsky.social, “Two Lovers” @southernreview.bsky.social @upittpress.bsky.social
November 11, 2025 at 1:38 PM
“Inside, I sit beside a plaster bust of Walt Whitman / who celebrated all sorts of men and women // but especially Peter Doyle who drove a streetcar / and sported an extremely attractive scar.” —Ron Koertge, “Waiting for the Library to Open” @redhenpress.bsky.social
November 8, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“the night is dark and the knife / is dark, and Walt Whitman loves me, / Walt walks down to the sea and my / Edwardian earrings are of no help / to him now” —Mary Ruefle, “Hold that Thought” @ampoetryreview.bsky.social
November 7, 2025 at 2:19 PM
“You don’t have to know how to live // It keeps happening either way // This morning on my walk I bypassed the cemetery in favor of the banks // They are all over downtown and very beautiful” — @heatherchristle.bsky.social, “Aubade” @southernreview.bsky.social
November 5, 2025 at 12:15 PM
“The pain of trying to get it right is called maundering. / The pleasure is all mine. / Some say adjustable furniture is articulate. / No worthwhile poem should completely behave.” —Dobby Gibson, “Getting It Right” @theiowareview.bsky.social @graywolfpress.bsky.social
November 2, 2025 at 1:50 PM
“my human apartment / stocked with toiletries and rations, // its earnest furniture and photographs // of my son and our mothers / who machined us inside themselves” — @jaswinderbolina.bsky.social, “The Bad News: A Film Noir” @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social
November 1, 2025 at 12:29 PM
“Sometimes I watch her from the door, adrift in her long uncombed hair, the smoke rising from her mouth like noir.” —Sean Thomas Dougherty, “My eleven-year-old daughter asks for a pill”
October 31, 2025 at 11:25 AM
“there’s a statute of limitations on grief, like, certainly, / how someone died can be sad forever, but who can be sad / simply about the fact that Shakespeare, say, is dead” —Jason Schneiderman “In the End You Get Everything Back (Liza Minnelli)” @ampoetryreview.bsky.social @redhenpress.bsky.social
October 30, 2025 at 11:25 AM
The title, cover art, and ad copy for this book are like three cats stuffed in a bag.
October 28, 2025 at 11:27 AM
“should I say / you beat us / too / in the shower / in public / on the face / with boots / with a chair leg / chased Vicky / to cut her / awful hair / told us / get work done / more tits / less chin” —
@estherwslin.bsky.social, “Up the Mountain Down the Fields” @alicejamesbooks.bsky.social
October 27, 2025 at 12:42 PM
“All I wanted was to lie on the sofa / and read my book, / The Life of Nero, / and not think about the election” —
@kevinprufer.bsky.social, “Election Night” @ampoetryreview.bsky.social @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social
October 26, 2025 at 12:51 PM
“Your sadness gets a perfect score, / a 1600 on the GRE. / But if I had a gun, // I’d shoot your sadness through / the knee. Then the head.” —Erin Belieu (@erinwriter.bsky.social), “Perfect” @willowspringsmag.bsky.social @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social
October 25, 2025 at 1:00 PM
“I bring my knees up to my chest and pull the nightgown over them and from that position look through a book of circus freaks. I study Jo-Jo the Dog-Faced Boy and feel a tugging kinship.” — @joannapenncooper.bsky.social, “The Itinerant Girl’s Guide to Self-Hypnosis”
October 23, 2025 at 11:34 AM
“Do you see the tree? / Its secrets grow as lemons. / Sometimes I pretend / I love my children more than / words—no one knows this but words.” — @victoriachang.bsky.social, “Tankas” @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social
October 22, 2025 at 11:56 AM
“Eileen’s father told her he’d chosen her mother / over another woman because he preferred her fellatio. // It was unthinkable, to me, to hear this from one’s father. / The word, too. Like fallacious, an SAT word: mistaken, as in a belief.” —Victoria Kornick, “Eileen”
October 18, 2025 at 1:19 PM
“In the dream I had cancer // You told your wife // The knowledge made her kind // The kind of knowledge one wants // We didn’t know what would kill us // On the train platform I watched the rats” —Nicole Callihan, “Aging” @saturnaliabooks.bsky.social
October 16, 2025 at 11:23 AM
“Runninged to the toilet, / a spot of then a lot / of blood, cryinged on knees / then cryinged on knees / with a bucket then cryinged / curled naked in the tub, / ‘Stay out’ all night she said / behind locked door” —Bob Hicok, “The New Tense” @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social
October 12, 2025 at 12:12 PM
“The fears of my mother, / And I their projectionist / Cranking the projector. // An evening of noir films. / The electric chair is in it, / And so are the cops.” —Charles Simic, “Roach Motel”
October 5, 2025 at 11:12 AM
“next thing she / knew, her husband was appointed bishop, / locking her into weeknights at church, / more casserole deliveries, / nine relatives flying in for her / daughter’s baptism.” —Marianne Kunkel, “Apostate Abecedarian”
October 3, 2025 at 12:07 PM
(61/61) “Say to the animal: heavy is / an apology inside the wind.” — @maidervang.bsky.social, “Death in Captivity, a Surrender” (Primordial) @graywolfpress.bsky.social #WOC #61Books61Days #TheSealeyChallenge #SeptWomenPoets
October 1, 2025 at 3:45 AM
“close my hand around some smoke, / then open it and that smoke is gone / like the Russia of my childhood. / When I was a girl, / my father worked for the Cheka. / One morning, he forced my mother outside / in her torn nightgown.” —Ai, “The Émigré” @agnimagazine.bsky.social
September 30, 2025 at 11:52 AM
(60/61) “The evening I saw death, / we ate eel braised / with bitter melon, drowned it / in cloudy broth / To this day the memory / how I tasted marrow / like an elegy frozen / in bone” — @sallywenmao.bsky.social, “Wet Market” (The Kingdom of Surfaces) @graywolfpress.bsky.social #WOC #61Books61Days
September 30, 2025 at 2:29 AM
(59/61) “the brimstone and bile of this book left open / to Bosch's realm beneath the left hand of God, / my foxed legacy of human bonfire.” —Kimiko Hahn, “Unearthly Delights” (Foreign Bodies) W. W. Norton & Company #WOC #61Books61Days #TheSealeyChallenge #SeptWomenPoets
September 28, 2025 at 6:27 PM