Vikki C.

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Thank you, dear Susan! x

Thank you, Paul!

I'm honoured and so grateful to be featured as the March Poetic Voice at The Book Bag 🔥

A huge thank you to @paulwritespoems.bsky.social for inviting me, and curating this showcase, which includes 3 brand new poems over the coming month. Please do take a read 🙏

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The Book Bag: Poetic Voices – March 2026 It's March already. Spring approaches with pace, clocks are changing this month and I fell like time is something we can't grasp both figuratively or metaphorically. As we slide gently into the (hopefully) warmer months, it's my pleasure to bring you another Poetic Voice. I first encountered this poet on social media and was startled at the beauty and elegance of language used in poems that always include multiple layers and deep emotional connection with readers. I feel very lucky to be able to share original work from this tremendously talented writer.

As we slip gently in to the (hopefully) warmer months, meteorological Spring begins today. The Book Bag: Poetic Voices also has a new featured poet and I feel lucky to be sharing original work from a tremendous talent...

Click to find out who the new Poetic Voice

'The Problem of the Lantern' from After Image by Jenny George.

Reflecting on February's mood with Jenny George's beautiful After Image (@coppercanyonpress.bsky.social) 🤍

#poetry #poetrycommunity #death #grief

Six Poems after Remedios Varo – Catherine Graham Seers as Birds or the Quest for Essential Materials after Remedios Varo To be a bird from a Varo painting is to be unlike other birds. Our vivid assembly of fine feathers operates outside laws you …

On our Process series 6 new poems by Canadian poet/novelist Catherine Graham after paintings by surrealist Remedios Varo w/ a visual poem by @rfredekenter.bsky.social

o be unlike

other birds.

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Oh those final words.

From Ursula K. Le Guin's Collected Poems.

#poem #booksky #writing

Grace Periodic No one comes with outstretched hands. So I store up more soft wisdom, kernels sticky with amnesia. Who will remember this burial by next fall? I’ve wandered remotely from the magnolia, and now we’re over. Gathered oats and half-truths that fit loosely into some other life. Roofs mistaken for shelter and windows for privacy. There are things I let slip downstream, pretending they don’t belong. Cedar ash. A deer’s beige muteness. Dripping aspens—a glamour I thought I didn’t need. When the current takes, I resume my piety, as you place me back between velvet heads that burgeon to explode. A red fragrance ensnares, the harsh elements shuffling to forget. Through rain-screens, migratory birds circle like fighter jets. When the lead bird divebombs, a cloud frissons over the peach trees as if nectar were enough for those who avoid common speech. They perch on black lines. Leaning in like figures in burgundy caves. The space between lips, diminished by night-ink. Many ask what I’ve achieved in becoming? So I raise the air where my arms were and wait for ice to lacquer the lake. I lean in to look, and though I’m unable to tell, I kiss what I see—sometimes gently—before losing this virtue. In the study of evolution, I leave the stray light and easy blues for the unborn. They know to bless what I abandon. For this, I have practised all my life.

Honoured to have a new poem 'Grace Periodic' out in Issue 16.1 of TIMBER Journal, which is run by MFA candidates out of the University of Colorado-Boulder.

Beautiful boundary pushing work in this issue: timberjournal.org/archive?cate...

My thanks to EIC Hannah Olsson 🌹

Alt text included below.

from THE SECRET LIFE OF PLANTS – Beatriz Hausner & Rik Lina THE SECRET LIFE OF PLANTS MOVING IN The house had remained empty for what seemed like several eternities, despite its prominent location in the centre of Paris. It was as if the walls had signed a …

This week Ice Floe Process series begins w/ extraordinary feature from 2 leading contemporary surrealists in collaboration: Chilean/Canadian #poet Beatriz Hausner & influential Dutch surrealist #painter Rik Lina.
Enjoy these evocations of interior alternative worlds
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Thank you so much, Sam!

Thank you so much, Robert! Appreciate your kindness and lovely comments.

Thank you so much for such a beautiful comment and share. And happy that magnolia line stood out for you. Ancient flower, as ancient as the heart...

A new journey poem "Grace Periodic" from writer/musician @vikkicwrites.bsky.social and my co-editor at @icefloepress.bsky.social PROCESS SERIES & collaborator for the book "In the Blueprint of Her Iris" - an extraordinary talent.

"I've wandered remotely from the magnolia, and now we're over."

Grace Periodic No one comes with outstretched hands. So I store up more soft wisdom, kernels sticky with amnesia. Who will remember this burial by next fall? I’ve wandered remotely from the magnolia, and now we’re over. Gathered oats and half-truths that fit loosely into some other life. Roofs mistaken for shelter and windows for privacy. There are things I let slip downstream, pretending they don’t belong. Cedar ash. A deer’s beige muteness. Dripping aspens—a glamour I thought I didn’t need. When the current takes, I resume my piety, as you place me back between velvet heads that burgeon to explode. A red fragrance ensnares, the harsh elements shuffling to forget. Through rain-screens, migratory birds circle like fighter jets. When the lead bird divebombs, a cloud frissons over the peach trees as if nectar were enough for those who avoid common speech. They perch on black lines. Leaning in like figures in burgundy caves. The space between lips, diminished by night-ink. Many ask what I’ve achieved in becoming? So I raise the air where my arms were and wait for ice to lacquer the lake. I lean in to look, and though I’m unable to tell, I kiss what I see—sometimes gently—before losing this virtue. In the study of evolution, I leave the stray light and easy blues for the unborn. They know to bless what I abandon. For this, I have practised all my life.

Honoured to have a new poem 'Grace Periodic' out in Issue 16.1 of TIMBER Journal, which is run by MFA candidates out of the University of Colorado-Boulder.

Beautiful boundary pushing work in this issue: timberjournal.org/archive?cate...

My thanks to EIC Hannah Olsson 🌹

Alt text included below.

“And again // the stupid magnolia goes // stupidly showboating // into the stupid night.”

— Hajara Quinn 

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This poem appeared in Timber Journal, Volume 6.2, Summer 2016. Shared here with deep gratitude.

Some Other Girl Has been asked to watch my belongings. She is every substitute for handsome. Girlhood, subject to assemblage. When I return, two sets of nightclothes are laid out on a bench. Snow rippling across a pair of scissors. In class, the girl & I learn the world inside the world is flourishing. A girl suffers. Form suffers.

Sharing one of mine from MORE FLOWERS for today’s #smallpoemsunday!

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Honoured to have a little micropoem in @oneart.bsky.social's newly released In a Nutshell: an anthology of micropoems.

Thank you to EIC Mark Danowsky @markdanowsky.bsky.social and Guest Editor Julia Caroline Knowlton 🙏

So many beautiful gems in here ❤️

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In a Nutshell: an anthology of micropoems IN A NUTSHELL: AN ANTHOLOGY OF MICROPOEMS Julia Caroline Knowlton, Guest Editor Mark Danowsky, ONE ART Editor ~ 2026 ~ ~~~ Editor’s Note: It has been a privilege to curate this anthology of very sh…

In a Nutshell: an anthology of micropoems

Guest Edited by Julia Caroline Knowlton

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Thank you Vikki. It's a great pleasure to be working with you, @rfredekenter.bsky.social, & @icefloepress.bsky.social on such an interesting project. ...

Likewise, Mark. Thank you for bringing such unique and layered perspectives to the series.

An honour to showcase this powerful, visionary work of yours, Mark.

‘something–… ephemeral—blue – balloon,’ – Mark BOLSOVER ‘something–… ephemeral—blue – balloon,’ – Mark Bolsover Blue BalloonDownload AUTHOR STATEMENT: My work represents High-Modernist (Woolf, Joyce, Proust,)-inspired experiments in psychological …

BLUE BALLOON

*—very pleased to have a new #experimental prose- #Poetry - #Art fragment published with @icefloepress.bsky.social.

with thanks to editors/curators: @rfredekenter.bsky.social
& @vikkicwrites.bsky.social. ...

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#Writing #WritingCommunity

‘something–… ephemeral—blue – balloon,’ – Mark BOLSOVER ‘something–… ephemeral—blue – balloon,’ – Mark Bolsover Blue BalloonDownload AUTHOR STATEMENT: My work represents High-Modernist (Woolf, Joyce, Proust,)-inspired experiments in psychological …

The 2nd piece this week was remarkable deconstruction of modernist/art viewing while partaking of modernist tropes & ruminative inquiry from experimental #Scottish poet & artist @mdbolsover.bsky.social
curated @rfredekenter.bsky.social & @vikkicwrites.bsky.social

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Neighbors: Ray n Kay, A Poem – Su Zi /Memory Window, A Visual Poem – Robert Frede Kenter My process is live it and try to live to tell – Su Zi MEMORY WINDOW Neighbors: Ray n Kay (with thanks to Laura Baker) It is in the evening when empty houses are most lonely. There is no one t…

This week on PROCESS /MARGINALIA /OTHERWOR(L)(D)S we featured a #hybrid #longpoem #elegy by writer/publisher Su Zi @suzi00.bsky.social w/a #visualpoem by @rfredekenter.bsky.social

your kitchen
your table,
your cupboard of waiting China

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Gorgeous poem, Emma. A new favourite of yours! ❤️

Emma Bolden | Contemporary History The trees spend the last of their coppers. Everyone’s selling their fists and my nose just bleeds and bleeds. In better times we have no idea we’re living in better times. Every blessing settles down in bed next to a curse. Sometimes I look out of my window and think, what’s so great about that? The blinds snap shut. A change in season changes nothing. Neither does my handful of Kleenex, red, red, red. When the first boy broke my heart, I imagined my actual heart, bleached bloodless, unpumping. My Sicilian grandfather offered to send him a black handprint and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t consider it. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t sometimes think revenge is a synonym for relief. Late November, and all around me the air conditioner still hums out its chill. It’s easy, if you’re not careful, to hear a threat as a comfort, as a song.

hiiii i'm super excited to have a new poem in the latest issue of @upthestaircase.bsky.social. i hope you'll give the issue a visit: www.upthestaircase.org

February elegies 🖤🕯 Vikki C. (2026)

February elegies 🖤🕯

#cameos #endings #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #artistcommunity #projectsinmotion
#bwphotography @photohour.bsky.social

February elegies 🖤🕯 Vikki C. (2026)

February elegies 🖤🕯

#cameos #endings #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #artistcommunity #projectsinmotion
#bwphotography @photohour.bsky.social

“The psychic energy required and used in writing a poem is also a secret. Where did it come from? How did it get here and where is it going?”

-- Mary Ruefle