From @theferocity.bsky.social's book, Alive at the End of the World. Get it here: bit.ly/saeedalive
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From @theferocity.bsky.social's book, Alive at the End of the World. Get it here: bit.ly/saeedalive
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"It’s quiet but for all this gold
you can’t take with you,
sky with room for just itself. "
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Margate (Golden Hour) by Binoy Zuzarte (@bzuzarte.bsky.social) (2026 Dusie) dusie.blogspot.com/2026/02/tues...
Thank you so much for sharing, Vicki!
Whew. Powerful poem.
Bellwether A sudden thaw arrived in late December — lasted upwards of a week. The coloured lights in windows, hung from eaves, and strung round yard-art sleighs and reindeer gave our fog-filled street the cheerful kind of menace found in nursery rhymes and fairy tales, old literary nonsense books — anatomies of dreams. Since then we've had outrageous weather — gale force squalls and whiteouts, set new wind chill records. For two months straight we've nested \in our heads, worn heavy socks and sweaters — the snowpack on the ground a kind of mythic presence. Today a red-plumed bird on our big backyard maple — a valentine to see us through to spring. Old heart, the cold won't last forever. Phillip Crymble
A valentine for my sweetheart as it first appeared in The Literary Review of Canada
I've got a new poem out in the world! My thanks to @robmclennan.bsky.social for the feature 🙏🏽
OF THE EMPIRE We will be known as a culture that feared death and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity for the few and cared little for the penury of the many. We will be known as a culture that taught and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke little if at all about the quality of life for people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a commodity. And they will say that this structure was held together politically, which it was, and they will say also that our politics was no more than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of the heart, and that the heart, in those days, was small, and hard, and full of meanness.
Ever relevant, this poem by Mary Oliver, especially today.
There was that time you went blind driving on 85. I grabbed the wheel, we coasted down the offramp to one of those anonymous office centers—it was Saturday, so it was just us and the blackness that swallowed your vision. "What's happening?" I asked. But you said to wait. You described stars bursting, light crumbling the dark's edges. And just as suddenly you could see again. I asked if I should drive but you said you were fine, you drove us back to our Bronx apartment with its cornflower blue bedroom walls, its raspberry entryway, our neighbor Two Feathers and his 2am drum circles. Thirteen years later I reminded you about this and you gave me this look. You said you didn't remember. The parking lot, its sad dogwoods, its disintegrating black top--I described it, and you shook your head. For years I thought of the buttered bread I might have needed to place into your palm, the different ways to say "red" so you wouldn't miss an inch of autumn, a slice of velvet cake. The darkness that happened to you once, briefly, it happened to me for years. That blackness— you dropped it—I picked it up for you, I polished it, tucked it like a passport into my nightstand drawer. All this time, I kept it safe. This is how I love you. I will wipe the shadows from your brow. I will fold them into our dictionary's pages between "ember" and "embrace."
This is how / I love you.
Todd Dillard (@toddedillard.bsky.social) in @stanchion.bsky.social
Looking for something to curl up with this fall? Check out our newly released Augur Issue 8.2! ✨
Also, you can find 2 FREE samples on our site! 📚💫
🔗 Link in bio!
Proud to be included 🥹 thank you for leading the charge on this absolute stunner!
An illustration of a field on a sunny day and here’s a clothing line with yellow and red sheets flowing in the wind, and behind them are two people, one with purple wings touching hands. with a blue overlay. At the top of the image reads: “Read it Now” in a yellow banner and underneath reads: “Augur Issue 8.2.” Bellow is the link to the website: http://www.augursociety.org. In the middle of the image is a book with the cover art of Issue 8.1. There are 6 arrows around the book pointing to blurbs from some of the pieces that read: elemental aftermath of an affair, toxic love festers through shed skin & wet sheets, young love, rusted metal, & shattered sunlight, monstrous hymn of awe & destruction, old age drama between two languages, and devastation dripped in honey and rain .
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Appreciate it, thank you!
The heat of summer is here, and Arc 107 is full of hot new poems, including winner of our 2025 Poem of the Year contest! Poems in this issue will haunt you, unsettle your ideas of home and family, and ask questions about memory, history and our place in the cosmos.
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Two (and too) incredible poems.
Really great read, this!
We're looking for a New Poetry Editor! You'll be working closely with a passionate editorial team to curate and edit three issues per year. Applications will be accepted until August 1, 2025, or until the position is filled. Apply today to become Arc's next Poetry Editor! buff.ly/1E4uhN5
Great poem. So many striking details. Congrats!
“I try not to think about the numerical side
of forecasts, carelessly wise like a fish
caught then tossed back to sea.
What days we took out, meaning
life a rare tome lent
then due too soon…”
From “Preservation Efforts” by Binoy Zuzarte in ISSUE 25!
Looks like they may need to renew their domain...
Just remembered a linguistics paper I wrote ("Oh Sandy, *Sandry, *Sanny, Why-Yi-Yi-Yi: Exploring the Hypocoristic Diminutive Suffix -y under Optimality Theory") and yes, the first bit's a lyric from Grease... Thanks for memories old and new @cv2magazine.bsky.social ✌🏽😅 #2DayPoem2025 #hypocorism
Thank you, Jessica! That means everything.
A very good, National Poetry Month problem to have: missing two events yesterday in favour of a third
What a collection. Congrats!
A background image of a person writing with a pen in their hand with a purple overlay. At the top of the image is the Augur logo. In the middle of the image is a purple banner that reads: "canlit & sff mags open now" in white text. In the corner of the banner is a pink circle that reads: "April 2025" in white text. At the bottom of the image is a dark purple bar that reads: "Psst... Augur submissions open this fall," in white text. Beside that is a yellow exclamation mark in yellow with a pink circle behind it.
CANLIT & SFF OPEN CALLS ⬇️ Augurians - submit your work!
2. "Oberwolfach, a Love Poem" by @mietzsche.bsky.social. Big fan of this: "Behind and around you, / husband—I want to be the negative space / that a careful hand would trace to make you / visible."
1. "Letter to the Inside-Bird" by @sallypoet.bsky.social. Love its lush topography: the "sleepless inscape of feathers and ink" & "dark lake east in me" & "parched nest in the eaves" & & & & &
There's a wealth of poetry from far too talented writers. Still making my way through it all. But early faves include...
I have a poem in @theshorepoetry.bsky.social! Whew. Grateful to @scbrock.bsky.social and the editors, as well as my notes app. Read Issue 25 here: www.theshorepoetry.org/issue-25
Please try to enjoy each stanza equally
