...or it could have been the whole point?
09.03.2026 12:49
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...or it could have been the whole point?
Do we think this *whisper this* ..might have been about the oil all along?
...as do all children I suspect!
So many gems in this Spring poem!
“You being / inside / means / you’re already hurt.”
— Isabelle Correa
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This poem appeared in Good Girl and Other Yearnings by Isabelle Correa, published by Write Bloody Publishing, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.
Brilliant!!!
@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social #fragmentsfriday
18 words (basically my usual opening line), so the challenge continues.
Inadvertent rhyme at the end 😯
Goodness - congratulations you lot!🎉
Tweaking this WIP ‘heroic’ crown of sonnets to make it more unsettling.
the Orwellian ‘Board of Peace’ has launched its first war
I love the way you see the father/son relationship: so unfamiliar to me: I have a kind of mother-envy. But I detect a tiny touch of t r I s t e (sorry, keyboard says no unless gaps) too in the poem.
TWO FEET Shoveling two feet with my son, opening a single lane in the driveway from garage to impassable street and runs in the yard for the klee kai to pee and poop. I think I am pulling my weight, working from one end and meeting him midway, but just as I’m about to declare victory the neighbors appear at their stoop making no headway while their pup whines miserably behind them and my son unasked carves a swath between our yards, even inserting a cutout about halfway in. I find myself staring at his strong shoulders, imagining muscle flexing beneath flannel as he tosses full scoops of weighty fluff and wet hair streams across his brow until I guiltily realize he has been working alone and I can only fart around lifting little drifts that drop randomly in his wake.
#PoemsAbout #Spent
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I will put a reading in the comments…
One of those rare moments when the heart lifts for a heartbeat.
I don't think the UK monarch of the day (Queen Victoria) - acted honourably either! The history is - and continues to be - shocking.
Alfie brings in large worms from the garden, but then he's a London cat. Rats here are twice his size. Lucy just clutches her pearls.
Tory leaflet bloke telling me he had nothing to do with the Conservative Party just now (!)
The horror. I don't know how we Londoner's stand it.
Are poems ever really flawless? Mine for sure aren't! I tinker endlessly. (though it might be procrastination in reality!) The flaws magically appear on posting and/or submission!
Another label in response to the former: 'I am Hawaiin forever and ever' We are not American, declared Native Hawaiian political leader and scholar Hunan-Kay Trask (1949-2021). She was speaking on the hundredth anniversary of the 1893 coup that overthrew the Hawaiian Kingdom. Trask is depicted here by the artist Kapulani Landgraf as pare of a series of 108 photographic portraits of Kanaka Oiwi ((native Hawaiians). As well as Trask's famous declaration, Landgraf has added 'He hawai'i au may a mau' (I am Hawaiian forever and ever')
Followed by:
Label on letter exhibit at the British museum Hawaii collection reads: Overthrow and resistance. In January 1893, North American and European businessmen, backed by U.S. Marines, overthrew the Hawaiian Kingdom. The reigning monarch, Queen Lili'uokalani, yielded her authority to the USA to annex Hawai'i, claiming it as a territory in 1898 and as its 50th state in 1959.
History repeats itself over and over. Spotted at the British Museum Hawai'i exhibition yesterday.
Thank you! It's been tidied up since (the poem and the tooth!)🙏
Bill @wjneumire •6h A Valentine I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS Let's say you were ready / for bed in your brown-rimmed glasses with your black yoga pants & your loose green sweatshirt. For you l would shovel / the driveway in the dark, the unsolvable ice under the curdled snow, & I would scrape / your windshield & warm your car. I am trying so hard to explain myself. I am trying so hard to avoid words / like love as if they were long clouds ruining safe flights over america's midriff. I am trying / not to put you in the usual gardens. The important thing is you / were always quiet about matters like this, always willing to let certain phenomenon be / observed only. I'm fond of the scar on your ass where they took that mole. There are times I put your shirts away & feel / how light you are.
I love Bill’s poems.
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Kristi - soz! I was thinking of old Agatha!
This is what I aspire to.
Thank you and the wonderful company of poets!
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I think it manifested in my head - my brain made it ekphrastic!
