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Susan L. Leary
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Poet | MORE FLOWERS (Trio House Press 2026) | DRESSING THE BEAR (Louise Bogan Award, Trio House Press) | A BUFFET TABLE FIT FOR QUEENS (Washburn Prize, Small Harbor Publishing) + 2 📚| Mayah 🐶 | www.susanlleary.com
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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · Aug 14
🌸COVER REVEAL🌸 for MORE FLOWERS & it’s a beauty! I’m grateful to so many: @triohousepress.org, @krisbigalk.bsky.social, @natashakane.bsky.social & to @fascicles.bsky.social, @kcbrattpfotenhauer.bsky.social, & @cynthiamhoffman.bsky.social for their kind, generous words!

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There is always an analogy between nature and the imagination and possibly poetry is merely the strange rhetoric of that parallel.

Wallace Stevens
November 26, 2025 at 11:21 AM
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🌱 Holiday decor, wild style
2 magenta cosmos flowers peek through other growth, now dried, and in the foreground a wispy dried aster plant has a line of suspended oak leaves arrayed diagonally across its width.
November 26, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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Congratulations to Elizabeth Loudon (@esloudon.bsky.social), whose poem “Renunciation” was chosen for inclusion in Best New Poets 2025 and will be in our winter issue, Shō No. 8!
A woman with short white hair smiles as she sits on a bench in a garden with purple flowers. She wears dangling earrings, two green necklaces, and a black sweater.
November 26, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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Danniel Schoonebeek
A world will begin. A world do you hear me a world.
November 26, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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That is the surprise
That the kindness was not an affect, but a choice
And that kindness in its entirety is very freakish
And weird, the real kind.

Dorothea Lasky
BLACK NIGHT Black night I am in the plane And the horizon can be seen as dark green and pink I am wearing all black except for my teal bracelets And my hair is a pinkish shade of red No not pinkish, an auburn that it always was The plane is soaring through the dark night And I am not I always fly alone Because I gave up several chances to be married And now I just take it all right They say that the people love me out there I can't imagine What me soaring in the black night as just a thing I know that when they might get close to my face They would stop their love Ghoul 1 am when you are close to me - As my niceness does never end That is the surprise That the kindness was not an affect, but a choice And that kindness in its entirety is very freakish And weird, the real kind. But still I leave things open like wood Sculptured wood pieces that adorn my every move. I don't even know how to write a poem anymore. Rattly rattly is my voice, what it once was When I was just a girl, I used to think Of what it could be and now it is nothing (First page of poem by Dorothea Lasky)
November 26, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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Send me a note if you'd like to join me for this end of the year workshop.
November 25, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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“I am glad,” said Frog. Then Frog and Toad went right to sleep.
November 25, 2025 at 2:37 PM
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Today's Featured Poem:

"This Animal" by Aracelis Girmay from Green of All Heads published by Boa Editions, Ltd.

Read here:
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This Animal
By what do I feel she is a woman rat
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November 25, 2025 at 4:00 PM
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This poem, Gray, by C. V. Cavafy sure blew the world wide open today.
November 25, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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Eve Luckring’s SIGNAL TO NOISE (Ornithopter Press) was so very good!

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Eve Luckring’s poetry collection, Signal to Noise, displayed next to a vase of red carnations.
November 26, 2025 at 5:19 AM
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I'm so excited to share two new poems with you that were just published Lunch Ticket 🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

I Try So Hard Not To Bite Off His Tongue & Like A Bobcat Watching A Squirrel

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It's easier to read them on the website. 🙏🩷🙏🩷
I Try So Hard Not to Bite Off His Tongue & One Poem - Lunch Ticket
Two poems by Sheree La Puma
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November 25, 2025 at 11:25 PM
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From Ursula K. Le Guin's Collected Poems: bookshop.org/a/862/9781598537369

#poem #books #writing
November 24, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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"Poetry helps us to say, oh, there are things I know that I haven’t learned. There are instincts or intuitions that arise for me that prove to be quite practical and useful." —Tracy K. Smith lithub.com/tracy-k-smit...
Tracy K. Smith on the Spiritual and the Poetic
First Draft: A Dialogue of Writing is a weekly show featuring in-depth interviews with fiction, nonfiction, essay writers, and poets, highlighting the voices of writers as they discuss their work, …
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November 24, 2025 at 11:11 AM
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I love seeing my book out in the world--and isn't this a lovely fall theme--and very color coordinated.

If you don't have a copy, it makes a great holiday gift. Get one from me or purchase directly from @diodeeditions.bsky.social!

#book, #poetrybook
November 25, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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Go Figure by Rae Armantrout @weslpress.bsky.social

#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 5:25 PM
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- Michael McGriff
November 25, 2025 at 9:17 PM
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On December 21, from 2-4 PM EST, I’ll be teaching a 2‑hour generative craft class diving into the underrated, luminous work of poet Laura Gilpin. We will read well beyond “The Two-Headed Calf,” discussing the work of caregiving & poetry, approaching both with deep curiosity & attention to mystery.
Generative Craft Class with Maya C. Popa · Zoom · Luma
On December 21, from 2-4 PM EST, I’ll be teaching a 2‑hour generative craft class diving into the underrated, luminous work of poet Laura Gilpin. We will read…
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November 25, 2025 at 12:48 AM
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"..its language teaching us to kiss through a war."

'Diaspora' from IN THE BLUEPRINT OF HER IRIS.

Poems by Vikki C. in dialogue with stunning artwork by Robert Frede Kenter @rfredekenter.bsky.social

Available from @icefloepress.bsky.social Link below 💙

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#poetrycommunity
DIASPORA What day is it when we both wake in translucence? A garden gate to climb over—just to say goodbye, bees motioning of honey, or death by habit. Because 3,000 miles makes us closer than family— love is created this way, knowing how brief we’ll be. Hands slipping from each other’s sides—running off course. Like wet babies a mother tries to bathe safely— mothers who still don’t understand their cries decades later. An old song opens my chest and names it foreign, its language teaching us how to kiss through a war. I wear my best dress for strangers who die after we speak— depressed colours breaking at the hem of violence— for the guilt inherited by voyeurs and canvases left blank. I’m absent when the piano falls out of tune because God can’t save us all. An instrument’s lungs eventually flood while it plays on—even when music is forbidden —even when every child is too far to hear the singing. Without asking—the water shows us our wounded constellations.
November 25, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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today is my birthday, and I couldn’t imagine a better way to celebrate than having a new poem out in Burial Magazine! infinite gratitude to Z. H. Gill for giving this one a beautiful home :) 🙏
Eleven Beers by Tom Snarsky Whenever Sid would drink, he would drink Eleven beers. This created some logistical Problems, including a bad stomach and no Driver’s license, but one advantage was the One beer left over from the twelve-pack: Sid would save the flimsy paperboard from One of the twelve-packs, slowly filling it with Survivors, though their survival was only Temporary. Then when it was filled up All the way Sid would go out to the lake, Drink eleven beers, and instead of saving One like usual he would open the last beer And pour it into the water, where the little Bluegill would be visibly confused in the Shallows. One time, driving home from the Lake, Sid didn’t notice the blue heron in the Right lane, standing, but since he’d swerved So far over the midline anyway the bird, Instead of being killed, flew safely away.
November 24, 2025 at 4:11 PM
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Allen Ginsberg
I learned a world from each m one whom I loved; so many worlds without a Zodiac.
November 25, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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How long / can you continue without yearning?

—Burgi Zenhaeusern
#poetry #booksky
NEST IN QUILT My yearning for you long hatched and flown, the heart keeps a small hollow. How long can you continue without yearning? Grains of sand— shoes in the same wrong spot, your nodding off, my droning on, your explosive sneezes, my reloading the dishes— embedded in our soft flesh. Yet, how I love your laugh! Compass hidden in the silk and batting, herring bone and cross stitches tightly sewn to a haphazard star. The heart a threaded space I circle with mother-of-pearl. White Door Poems by Burgi Zenhaeusern Book of poems held up in front of fall chrysanthemum bouquet
November 25, 2025 at 1:58 AM
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✨Today’s Bookmail!✨

A bold and striking collaboration of words by @vikkicwrites.bsky.social and images by @rfredekenter.bsky.social (both amazing artists that I very much admire) published by @icefloepress.bsky.social

This book is a wordy visual treat (also, a great holiday gift idea)!
The book ‘In the Blueprint of Her Iris’ with poems by Vikki C. and art by Robert Frede Kenner sits amidst pine tree boughs and lights. Two small Christmas tree balls, on red, one gold, hang next to it.
November 25, 2025 at 2:44 PM
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The final poem in Charles Simic's Scribbled in the Dark (2017)
AT TENDER MERCY O lone streetlight, Trying to shed What light you can On a spider repairing his web This autumn night, Stay with me, As I push further and further Into the dark.
November 24, 2025 at 8:55 PM
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WOW! Sunday Salon Chicago had an amazing reading event last night 11/23/25 @roscoebooks.bsky.social w/ stellar readings by Rachel DeWoskin, Sandra Jackson-Opoku, Maureen Aitken, Averill Curdy & David Hicks. So thrilled to host them. TY all & Roscoe Books 🌈🙏🏼💕
November 24, 2025 at 10:41 PM
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Get some @triohousepress.org poetry books for yourself and those on your gift list — free shipping AND BOGO 11/24-28 only!
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November 24, 2025 at 12:59 PM