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Happy May Day

Camden Poetry Festival email confirming we have secured a table for the bookfair on 5/17. Their logo floats in blue above a bookfair photo with people and book tables. A yellow box below contains the confirmation text.

Heyyyyyy, Maine! We’ll see you in Camden for the poetry festival book fair on May 17. Shanna will bring Bloof books & chapbooks + her own new artist’s book published by Black Square Editions. See ya there?

Jane Hirschfield is keynote & craft talk!

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27 macintosh apples in southern oregon10.01.2015-10.15.2015 a little injury among victoriestransplants me exactly where i am no tick no flea all belly, the luxuryof wild fur in your fingers i’m not th…

i am beating and turning and emptying
out and opening up and beastly

the sky of local clouds parts & the sun
breaks the woods, soft legion

comfort w/ reds surrounded by greens

— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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The osprey’s nest Sitting in the car Listening to the extradiegetic music I love this part Where the earworm wriggles And the spider smiles Toothlessly back Flashing shiva orange In the pocket It turns out bus belts…

I love this part
Where the earworm wriggles
And the spider smiles
Toothlessly back

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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in this time I escape norththere’s a barn with windowsout over a field and ticks in the field they deserve to live too if I bury my head in this place how filled can I get with world? no one talks about w…

no one
talks about what tanks we are
how our exoskeletal
bodies swell to contain all
the horror also
blue sky blood of field
and wood

— @kikikasch.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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90’s T-Shirt Whenever I listen to Velocity Girl there he is. Forever young. Cargo pants and skateboard at his hip.  Although people always referred to me as ‘smart’ by the time I was a senior in high school I w…

I looked at Matt and was like “YO!” Matt grinned like a devil, sun glinting off his green hair. Velocity Girl’s Copacetic became soundtrack to that blurred line between adolescence and adulthood.

— @stevenrkarl.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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{ april 28 } home again vulnerable band of shaved forewrist urgent thirst a settle in-ness for the now Yolanda at the gate says  i was so worried  about you & im so depressed  her silver hair…

Yolanda at the gate says

i was so worried about you & im so depressed

her silver hair oceanic around her radiant

whole life the generosity of seeing

like folded strata at the shoreline of time

— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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April 28 We were wearing tank topsThe treetops danced with their arms upWhen the sun set at 8:01It was still hot down by the earth We split the 16-oz beer a friend leftIn the fridge three months agoSquinted…

We split the 16-oz beer a friend left
In the fridge three months ago
Squinted into clouds
Of dustbowl and citylight

Remembered yesterday’s
Daytime owl on the fence
Like a yoked dream

— @bexklaver.bsky.social

#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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Bloof Books Bloof Books: Tiny by Design

The Bloof poets are in the home stretch now. Soooo close to day 30! Go cheer them on?

#NaPoWriMo

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Perma-Bitch cross-legged killjoy  in black nylon leggings reminding my daughter to keep the sand inside the box girl you are 42 years old I tell myself in a group chat stop wasting time feeling embarrasse…

cross-legged killjoy

in black nylon leggings

reminding my daughter

to keep the sand inside the box

girl you are 42 years old

I tell myself in a group chat

— @nicolebrett.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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24 cv written in collaboration with Nate Logan the bee in my bonnet wants to tell you the story of waking up in the firework skythe literal flash and vanish of colorwhat’s worth celebrating in mmxxv a…

in the “radical amazement” line, this action
would be the last thing we could see in real time
but we’re stuck in the “blunt dissociation” line
with too many panes of glass between we & bee

— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social with @airbudhockey.bsky.social

#NaPoWriMo #Poem

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Smudge Went Smudge went a little silly-headed & sunlight felt like ice shards Smudge went a little shoulder-shruggy & ants continue to carry granules of sand Smudge went a little hesitant but all aroun…

Smudge went a little shoulder-shruggy & ants continue to carry granules of sand

Smudge went a little hesitant but all around work continued to work

Smudge wanted to feel magical but didn’t want to go shopping

— @stevenrkarl.bsky.social
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23 what’s on my egg? start shell, not egg but creatureall these legs ooze to movecup the yolk with knee pit andsqueeze: egg is messit’s busy, queer as antennaetrans as jesusmy egg is thick…

slime might be how i like it
cooked tender
turned over
frond on bug on dirt mound
and roll, slip

— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem

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{ scrolling / falling through floors } scrolling back through photoswhen did his tail stop curling how could it be misseda devastation of notice a devastation of solitudein August a bliss bluron the beach the day aftera dear friend’s de…

scrolling back through photos
when did his tail stop curling
how could it be missed
a devastation of notice
a devastation of solitude
in August a bliss blur

— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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Giving Are you a voice? As a metonym, speaking Words you once learned how to spell Sometimes before speaking So you said them aloud And someone laughed And told you that’s not how There’s a wa…

In the dark ages
There was no point
Of comparison
Or at least
No point comparing
Names
Used to be words too

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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And for book buyers who want to support!

Bookshop: Buy books online. Support local bookstores. An online bookstore that financially supports local independent bookstores and gives back to the book community.

PLEASE don’t buy into Amazon’s booksale this week.

They are intentionally trying to eat into profits from Indie Bookstore Day this weekend, a really important annual event for our important community institutions.

Check out your local fave or bookshop.org.

Fellow authors, I love you, and I know it feels like we don’t have a choice, but B&N and Am*zon both scheduled sales this week to preempt Independent Bookstore Day, a hugely vital source of income for indie bookstores. Please don’t promote their sales; please promote your local indie this week.

3 (on day 23) “It’s a wonder what three daysof decent sleep will do,”says Miss Aligned. Miss Aligned and I walk in the woodstogether a little off kilter a little off the path between trees. We crook our waythe w…

Miss Aligned and I walk in the woods
together a little off kilter a little off
the path between trees. We crook our way
the way of the wild turkeys
toward the eastern beach.
“You go the opposite direction, of course

— @shannacompton.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo

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ill eels – lured then lulled by the flicker of degradingbattery, I find me nearly drifting offleaning my face out over the roughraft’s edge, mooning above the murky lakewishing just one to stay lit, evadingde…

then lulled by the flicker of degrading
battery, I find me nearly drifting off

leaning my face out over the rough
raft’s edge

— @kikikasch.bsky.social

#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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22 water not pictured02.01.2023-02.15.2023 the notebook is changingto make room for my left handbut the script is just passingthroughthe spine cures for a monthconnecting me to youbut we’re both looki…

we’re both so full
of miles
we’re neither of us new
i dot the grid in your direction
pen to tongue
i say some words against romance

— @jayjayrowan.bsky.social

#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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finding a person she shimmers phantasmicly – auras aglow.nervous, not knowing where to set your mind but you don’t hide it. you can tell she’s your kindand talking thru the night brights the sky&#…

she shimmers phantasmicly – auras aglow.
nervous, not knowing where to set your mind

but you don’t hide it. you can tell she’s your kind

— @kikikasch.bsky.social

#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem

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Facing Pages on the Centerfold of The New York Times Book Review, April 13, 2025; or, the Whole World Dissolved into Yoko Ono Two of Us: Celebrating the extraordinary partnership of Lennon and McCartney a third being called Lennon and McCartneyunleashed a power that took music to a heightthat has not since been surpassed,…

She is funny — ha-ha, not peculiar
Ono replied: “I’m not the pope”
(This was years before “Family Guy”!)
Her art was crowdsourced long before that was a word

— @bexklaver.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem

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Tune Drones Tune Drones for Eric Baus & if we find ourselves free-floating in a periwinkle stretch of canvas then we have lucked into wicked divination & if wicked divination is another way to get not-…

& if in the confusion the evidence gets obstinate this is because not-sister & non-sister have both been other sides of peace & if it is peace we’re hoping for then we’ll have to invent new spirit

— @stevenrkarl.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoems

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2 (on day 22) I can’t write poemsI’m exporting email addresses from my job siteI can’t write poems I’m hanging up clothesI can’t write poems I’m laying out pages & stacking plates & tariff-proofing the k…

I can’t write poems in a boat in the middle of a donut-shaped pond
called Third Pond or maybe it is Fourth Pond
but it’s certainly not called Poem Pond

— @shannacompton.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem

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The sphinx’s nose There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications Your finger moves like it has its own nose Now do you remember? Or in the place of memory…

There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species
Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications
Your finger moves like it has its own nose
Now do you remember?

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoems #Poetry #DailyDraft

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{ april 22 / something btw a journal entry & a poem} weird wanting the whole timeto be a writer being so bad atplot once a bowl shatters it can onlybecome a different bowl you can use goldto learn the lesson appropriated or maybebestowed & then m…

extraordinary people are people they
might not even be kind mostly trying
for kind right now decent honest
meeting the moment though the moment
surges a tidal wave building since long
before any of us were born is the wave

— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo

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PIZZA EATING PIZZA I’m depressed so I can write better poetry If emotional stasis were a line Despair would be up and happiness down Grief and futility an ecclesiastical achievement  Or is love the greatest achieveme…

Besides memory is a library

Work that is the best work that is not work

yet a livelihood yet friendship

I’m wool gathering with Pride and Prejudice

—Farrah Field
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{ april 21 } less blood worse shitcalculus of care qualityuntil everyday is madeof bad news a barbed wire garden the decadescattered friends the waya child pulls the headsoff dandelions bitternessa desire line …

calculus of care quality
until everyday is made
of bad news a barbed
wire garden

— @reaganlouise.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoems

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Quoth the Pope Our homes resemblegarbage dumps.The surrounding planet iscollapsing. Blood and tearsare flowing. The war is lost;all wars are lost. Evil buildswalls and gates to keep outthose who seek peace. I hav…

Our homes resemble
garbage dumps.
The surrounding planet is
collapsing. Blood and tears
are flowing. The war is lost;
all wars are lost

— @bexklaver.bsky.social
#NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoems

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