And finally... tarot is really not my thing 😅 but I bought this deck designed by @eldiagram.bsky.social. Brian wrote the text for the 8 of Cups. Very cool! My @brianevenson.bsky.social shrine is coming along!
A scrabble board on a coffee table with a poem made up of the tiles that says Nest as receptacle lure riot bite a salted wound as knife jam volume hunger for another way
A black and white graphic of a scrabble board with a poem made up of the tiles that says Nest as receptacle lure riot bite a salted wound as knife jam volume hunger for another way, the unused tiles are in black
simply making the list! then I have to actually... submit the poems.
@eldiagram.bsky.social was the first place to take a chance on these 🙏
any recommendations out there for places open to visual poems/graphics/weird hybrid stuff?
Happy pub day to
— Chivo / @jacobgriffinhall.bsky.social
— The Karen Horney Progressions / Rachael Guynn Wilson
— Commonplaces / @suburbanfolktales.bsky.social
— Quasi-Metalloid / Karla Myn Khine
— Comfort of Stone / Harrison Candelaria Fletcher
Order em here:
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Almost all of our 2026 chapbooks are now up for preorder! New ones from Josh Russell, Karla Myn Khine, Harrison Candelaria Fletcher, and Rachael Guynn Wilson: thediagram.com/merch/produc...
Before reading, please make the following changes. incorrect correct Title: An error message for reading? ————> An unerring message for reading! Line 1: Forget ————> See if I care! Line 1: all your ————> Resume all your Line 1: complaints. ————> complaining. Line 2: You want to say ————> Say what you want Line 2: I can ————> you can't Line 2: handle it. ————> handle me. Line 3: Want to ————> You want to Line 3: put across ————> put out Line 3: this ————> this idea Line 4: So that ————> That Line 4: by being a mountebank, you can make ————> you keep amounting to a mouthful Line 4: a name for yourself ————> of a famous name Line 5: Or raise ————> Rise above Line 5: your ————> your Line 5: voice ————> the sound, Line 5: high ————> even higher Line 6: So no one's hand ————> So with a sleight of hand Line 6: can get a hold of ————> you can get rid of Line 6: it and ————> everyone and Line 7: Put ————> Bring Line 7: me in ————> shame upon Line 7: my place. ————> the earth! Line 8: Someone has ————> I will Line 8: chopped ————> cut off Line 8: your head off ————> your head, Line 8: you fancy. ————> you'll see! Line 9: This is ————> This is not Line 9: the real issue. ————> even the real issue.
Mohammad Azarm
tr. Kaveh Bassiri
via @eldiagram.bsky.social
hell yeah
Delighted to start the year with a poem in the new issue of Diagram!
I wrote this one several years ago about police shootings, which is only timely again now because we have a police killing people problem that makes it always timely. *heavy sigh*
Enjoy!
YES
My first pieces of ‘26 in the new Diagram
DIAGRAM Chapbook Contest @eldiagram.bsky.social (Fiction Poetry; pays) opened to fee-based submissions https://duotrope.com... #amwriting
I absolutely loved Anney Bolgiano's "Flat-Pack," a chapbook that @eldiagram.bsky.social published a couple years back. Anney combines IKEA visual instructions with rearrangements of Marcus Aurelius. It's marvellous.
i'm very proud of the publications i had in 2025! i'm linking these two poems in @eldiagram.bsky.social
"The Multitool" is a poem which maaaaybe contains my favorite last line of any poem i've ever written
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Behold DIAGRAM 25.4:
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And we have 2 more broadsides up from our fall series: one by Farid Matuk and one by @utopiaminus.bsky.social. Signed and unsigned available if you want one for yourself or as a gift: thediagram.com/merch/
We also have signed and unsigned copies of broadsides by Thomas Dai and Joshua Riedel available in the merch store too: thediagram.com/merch/
We have signed and unsigned copies of broadsides by Richard Siken and Mathias Svalina for sale in the merch store; they make a good gift, just saying... thediagram.com/merch/
Folks who submitted to the 2025 chapbook contest, we should have notifications out to you Thursday (or maybe before).
A collage of text that reads: "Moments of Inertia Habit "A = area "y = distance "In vain we hope to be known by open and visible conservatories, when to be unknown was the means their continuation and obscurity their prote" The rest of the text cannot be transcribed; it buckles.
From @eldiagram.bsky.social Eva Heisler, "HABITS (FOUR)"
My weirdest piece of writing ever is featured in this issue. Thank you Diagram :)
Quick note for those of you waiting on our chapbook contest results, we will have those for you this month! Our deadline was later this year, and these take a while to get through with care, but we should have news for you by end of the month if not before.
this is good
ho ho ho
So @eldiagram.bsky.social made broadsides for @richard-siken.bsky.social, @mathiassvalina.bsky.social, @joshriedel.bsky.social, and Thomas Dai for their recent @uapoetrycenter.bsky.social readings. We have some left; if you want to buy em here you go: thediagram.com/merch/produc...
Thanks to the editors of @eldiagram.bsky.social for including this Barbie poem alongside so much other great work!
well well well look at those beauties
IF IT’S SHOT OUT OF A CANNON, A BOX OF KLEENEX CAN KILL YOU . Today I am listening to disdainful telephone hanging upping and a mother regurgitating food for her two kids, Justin and Skyler. Today I am knowing too much about Screech Powers and not enough about lucrative financial management. I haven’t felt warmth in over 24 hours. Today I am listening to a plastic sack being thrown over my head as I am kidnapped. I’m hopeful for a high seas adventure like that jerk kid in Robert Louis Stephenson’s Kidnapped, I’m hopeful that Zack has the opportunity to feel up Kelly on the rafting trip Rod Belding has planned for the Bayside gang and that Jessie overcomes her drug addiction to one day star in an adult themed film that I’ll watch years later while on the verge of suicide. Today I am remaining
in my head and not relapsing. Today I am listening to myself accidentally tumble into a well, where I will be trapped for three days before firemen finally come to my heroic rescue and I am championed to the nation on the cover of People magazine before completing the talk show rounds and making a cameo on a popular NBC sitcom. You will briefly worship me, oh nation of infidels, then I shall take my place among you. I believe it was the great Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder who said we are like sparrows, always regurgitating, always swirling about the heavens. I believe it was the great Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder who also said blame not my lute, for my lute is merely a phallic symbol in this delicious game we call love. In this delicious game we call love, I am winning 40 to 36 at halftime. Still, coach thinks I’m not adequately blocking out
and for the second half we’ve planned a box and one defense on my lover. Today I am remaining in my head and not relapsing. Today I am listening to the Chipmunks record my father proclaimed genius at Thanksgiving dinner. In this delicious game we call love, Paracelsus lost 88 to 74, which is why he slept with his sword, never changed clothes, and developed ethyl ether. If you had syphilis, he’d make you eat mercury. Afterwards, there would be only a dark, red sky, a pool retreating beyond the architecture. Today I am remaining in my head and not relapsing. Today I am walking across a parking lot toward a railway station. I am winning this delicious game we call love, yet I am losing. I am regurgitating my food for a sparrow with a broken wing, for a sparrow at a railway station in a hurry to meet a sparrow in Sparrowtown, to meet a freezing sparrow under a dark red, sparrow-enlivened sky. Jason Bredle
“In this delicious game we call love,
Paracelsus lost 88 to 74, / which is why he slept with his sword, never / changed clothes, and developed ethyl ether.” —Jason Bredle, “If It’s Shot out of a Cannon, a Box of Kleenex Can Kill You” @eldiagram.bsky.social
oh man this is an old school banger
“All those years an avatar of rage and fury: / my feathers gone in fits until I’m ink / and nubbled flesh, pink. A poor meal, / by my naked look. A long knife in a dark / drawer” — @paulmguest.bsky.social, “Donald Duck’s Lament” @eldiagram.bsky.social thediagram.com/3_5/guest.html
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For @essaydaily.bsky.social I wrote about the power of flash as feminist reclamation, Jamaica Kincaid’s genre-blurring “Girl,” and writing my flash collection ABBREVIATE.
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