Jared

“By candlelight, a catastrophe of ochre hope.” A poem by Lucie Brock-Broido

“There is no floor to the world.” A poem by Howard Nemerov.

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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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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Jamestown Arts Center

I'm helping to host a poetry reading this weekend! Sunday 4/27 at 3pm at Jamestown Arts Center, Jamestown RI, featuring Kate Colby and Ada Smailbegović.

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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
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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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The exterminating angel Does it sound gentler in the original tongue In the original mouth did it taste the oil Of its speaking the predicament of vagueness Ownership of things that can’t be owned I brought to the s…

The small scales feel like code
A blue message in an empty clock
Busy with silent love ritual

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
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Gory begonia There is no they My words tell me Only a choral you Of sounds of sounding Big eyes open To the tender anemones I smoosh without thought Pugilist and optimist Can we talk about it yet Oscillation bo…

Big eyes open
To the tender anemones
I smoosh without thought
Pugilist and optimist
Can we talk about it yet

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social

#poem #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem

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LONG LEASH Ugly on the outside same on the inside by design Mom applied lipstick before getting out of the car The heyday of malls went by so fast End to department store end  They moved a river to build…

Ugly on the outside same on the inside by design

Mom applied lipstick before getting out of the car

The heyday of malls went by so fast

End to department store end

They moved a river to build it

—Farrah Field

#Poem #NaPoWriMo
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Tender perennial The quality of the conversation A scattershot feeling Rose without punctuation What was its impact Taking aim. Verbal meetings Parades of dialectical outfits Configure a day every 15 minutes Tempor…

The quality of the conversation
A scattershot feeling
Rose without punctuation
What was its impact

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social

#poetry #poem #NaPoWriMo #DailyDrafts #AprilPoems

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Fuchsia poem If we put the overground underground What will go on top? Dams silt in and wear out The dome of hope makes a bowl This is amazing the clones think Stay near, hold on, I wave Am I behind or ahead Th…

The world is not a message
It says the same thing to everyone

But that party in your dreams
Where the graces play on the grass
The children featherwalk
The heirlooms hum
This is not their moment

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
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Art is long Visiting the mall Where the artists spelunked Between cinder blocks and rafters To make crash pads Lark junk domestic Sending party invitations Like fancy apples in boxes Individually wrapped Would…

If you lived there

What would you breathe

Would the air taste like dust

Or would the dust taste like air?

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social

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TESTING EVERY MINECRAFT MYTH EVER Yo tubers Today we’re here with my cousin To put some stuff in my dad’s microwave That has never been done before Shawn is back from masturbating again He’s done it so many times he can’t make eye …

When I say fill I mean feel

the way I’d feel if I was a rover sent to wake the other rovers on Mars

Saying why’d you power down bro man

Lonely as a dust storm which is the opposite of lonely

— Farrah Field
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KEEPING CRACKERS DOWN I want to take a shit on a really handsome man then speed walk to the beach with my dog I’m going to write a book that can be taught in schools and it’s going to be about school shootings Turns out…

A richness of the world of possibilities

Speaking to those who we know can no longer reply

A child gave me his trash

and I said I’m not a human wastebasket

It was recycling anyway

—Farrah Field

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Ultimatum Foam on the shore whose bubbles never pop predating even prokaryote. Stones on rocks. Can you hear them? When in doubt subjunct. A leap into the space the leap removed you from. What the leap left.…

Holding hands underwater
till the skin raisins
against the skin.

We make the past
to invent
what happens next.

A light shines
even on dark parts.

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social
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Docents Connoisseuse I learn by doing what I learn by learning what I do Extending lore Candying apples already sweet The eyepatch is to remove in the dark when you want to see You’ll need a plan A t…

The eyepatch
is to remove in the dark
when you want to see

You’ll need a plan
A tour guide for the city of tomorrow

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social

#NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem

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Promissory Writing around the world Like a dance around a bell Or a walk on the freedom trail Golden road through goldenrod One hundred and ninety-five colors Public goods Announce the public is good How much…

Thank you by the way
For the
We
I feel so included!

I always personalize the collective
Choose an avatar and descend sweetly
On my hazardous mistral

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Difficulty is a blessing Dreamt of technology Not what I would do with it What I would do With having it With the role Plausible nonlanguages That old tree That blocked the view Was the view I miss what I missed How that I…

Historical tourists
Of ancient hotels
Checking into names
Sitting by the pool cave
Documentarian
Possessed with animal patience
I probably already told you this

— @jaredwhite123.bsky.social April #poem for day 3!

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YES SHE DOES Not until the coffee beans are oily You’ll have to look at me after you grind it An electric grinder is pretty loud The first loudest thing of the day The least best noise to awaken a child at any …

Not until the coffee beans are oily

You’ll have to look at me after you grind it

An electric grinder is pretty loud

The first loudest thing of the day

— Farrah Field
April poem for day 3!

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Rain King Rain King for Mathias Svalina  & if it is rain then what follows is more rain & if it is rain then what follows is the memory of rain & if it is the memory of rain then what follows is …

if a gerund & colon were to part the lips of our skepticism & if in the erasure of skepticism is a memory of rain then we will stretch across the chasm hands reaching for hands

@stevenrkarl.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 2

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Gossip The paper dagger flails I feed my minutes into the clock machine Who will it tell time to? I have run out It’s yesterday. The birds Are looking at me A gait, a hairdo Designed for going to be…

I triple checked full cartons
None of them were empty
Cupboard immaculate
It’s a time for generosity, astrology
After the stars go dark

@jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPWriMo day 2!

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Invisible ink Don’t correct me, says the panther Or you know what will happen No one knows what will happen The joke replies to the punchline I don’t get it. If it’s ten somewhere Evening on the planet, warm rai…

Loving and censorious, unspeaking unspeeches
Inside a horizon larger than the universe
How long in this reasonable world
Before you can’t tell any longer

— Jared White #NaPoWriMo Day 1

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I Can’t Stop Thinking About You and your prostate which is weird because I don’t think about prostates much or any other anatomy I keep thinking about a normal life and what it means and what it means to feel softer what it…

we live in heat and sun
but remember when we lived in snow
remember where we come from
birthed in spring and summer
and even then it snows there sometimes

— Katie Jean Shinkle #NaPoWriMo Day 1

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1 An Hour and Sixteen Minutes Remaining* on my tongue gimme water gimme breath gimmelittle hearts on the livestream gimme you-tube subscribersgimme a long question every fifteen minutes gimmeyour tir…

gimme
your tired (that’s me) your poor (that’s us) your yearning
your burning you’re gonna make it you will you can do it
you can never yield

— @shannacompton.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo Day 1

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April 1 daffodil rain is a brand of rapturebees sluggishwet fur groaning into daffodil gutsmy throat my brother’s throatshoot nazis in the trees pow! pow! my brother was a monk I was a musiciannow we gumpt…

rain is a brand of rapture
bees sluggish
wet fur groaning into daffodil guts

my throat my brother’s throat
shoot nazis in the trees pow! pow!

— @rebeccaloudon.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo Day 1

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April (like every year, mainly because I’m unprepared . . . ) April is a moodA mopeA moo It’s the fucking moo The cruelest of the most cruel months month Stirring mixing clutching breeding bleeding…

with cruel its unstoppered unguents your strange synthetic perfumes troubled confused and drowning

— Sharon Mesmer #NaPoWriMo day 1

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{1. The Water Cycle} armless eternity bears eave runoff in a theatre side lot   saturated asphalt ravels     puddles rainbow with car ghosts   the future discovers us lovers of p…

eternity grieves the ocean’s dark floor
hasn’t been back there in ages she chokes

on exhaust neglect understudies of
understudies tremble

— @reaganlouise.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 1!

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Progress Notes The subject has a sorrow that dates back to childhood.We call this a baseline, what Blake may have described asa beautiful infant joy tucked in dead material world. Sorrowrescinds paradise in the a…

Each day, the subject rinses herself in overhead lights. A man with
a Green Card is disappeared, leaders on the left slam leaders
on the right.

— @natalieeilbert.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 1

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