benzz🏳️‍⚧️

gorgeous, Chase ❤️

I’m so honored to have a poem in the Bellingham Review’s newest issue.
The poem borrows language from Sylvia Plath’s “Morning Song.” :)

Poem text reads: C. T. SALAZAR Noah's Nameless Wife Takes Inventory horse heart hyena heart swan spine silver fish shin -ing in black water yes timber wolf tooth yes pity the ark with its belly full of glow ing tongues touch the lion's paw only while it sleeps the red -tailed hawk with jewels for eyes swallows the field mouse and the mouse was the only proof the field existed what else will be forgotten the hawk will starve soon we will starve soon the dogs will howl like a god learning the word for light and nothing will howl back

I love this poem.
#poetry #poetsonbluesky

Screenshot of Carl Philips poem "And If I Fall" as it appeared online in Virginia Quarterly Review in Fall 2018. And If I Fall There's this cathedral in my head I keep making from cricket song and dying but rogue-in-spirit, still, bamboo. Not making. I keep imagining it, as if that were the same thing as making, and as if making might bring it back, somehow, the real cathedral. In anger, as in desire, it was everything, that cathedral. As if my body itself cathedral. I conduct my body with a cathedral's steadiness, I try to. I cathedral. In desire. In anger. Light enters a cathedral the way persuasion fills a body. Light enters a cathedral, the way persuasion fills a body.

Carl Philips (@cphillipspoet.bsky.social), "And If I Fall"

Light enters a cathedral the way persuasion fills a body.
Light enters a cathedral, the way persuasion fills a body.

Tonight at 8:30pm EST! 💞 link to reading in the thread

poetry mullets 😭😭😭

I love a poem with couplets that have wild second lines. Give me "Everyday he ate the same breakfast: / fourteen love letters folded into paper airplanes" alllllll day. Business in the front, fantasy in the back. Little poetry mullets. Tiny tugboats dragging leviathans into the harbor.

3 signed copies of HYBLEAT & many other books worth your time are available for purchase through the brew & forge book fair

this year all proceeds support the addameer prisoner support and human rights association

www.brewandforge.com/product-page...

Can we just name the anxiety of being an working artist and watching platforms you deeply rely on to maintain a living possibly collapse?

asf

Thank you Eduardo Martinez-Leyva & @electriclit.bsky.social for featuring my debut poetry collection among these other Texas poets I admire. Check it out!

Everything I learn about crows only increases my admiration for them

noooo that’s actually my emotional support sticky note

Matthew Olzmann reminding us we’re going to be ok:

I love this Xin Qiji poem, translated by @chowleen.bsky.social

LOVE POEM You watched your first deer die when you were six. You watched the slotted eye-light was there and then gone-but that's not right, is it? Having seen death open like night-blooming jasmine, the hour of its unsticking blue and slow? It's late. Moonlight waterfalls the plastic blinds. I give you the bottle of Red Label, you give me the dab rig. You light the nail for me. Your resin paints my voice shut like a basement window. It's an evening of gifts: I hate this feeling in my lungs but I love the name you give to shatter. Yes, I know you have pills for later, long after I've fallen asleep. I know I'll wake to check if you're still breathing— Staring down the dark, breathless for the rising of your chest.

This new love poem by Nick Martino (just came out in Passages North) is so beautiful—perfect music

Q&A with Ariana Benson, author of Black Pastoral - The Offing Q&A - The Offing Magazine

lovely timing that this conversation w/ the brilliant Kennedy C. of @theoffingmag.bsky.social is out now! sharing it here as an intro of sorts to my first book, my writing life, what inspires me and thoughts about poetry prizes! 🙏🏾🦋

theoffingmag.com/interviews/q...

I will forever come back to this poem

"It was in that hour that I became negatively capable. My life spiraled onward, and duende became my claim to an errant power."

my most recent and first ever pub, in wildness’ newest issue 💗

where’s my poetry communityyyy