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Poet. Hermit. Teacher. A Stranger You (Bottlecap Press, 2023)
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24.11.2024 15:51 โ ๐ 693 ๐ 186 ๐ฌ 10 ๐ 22A poem for my last day working at the writing center for the semester (by Joseph Fasano)
23.11.2024 02:09 โ ๐ 15593 ๐ 3301 ๐ฌ 148 ๐ 132In order to write a book, you have to write a book.
24.11.2024 15:19 โ ๐ 790 ๐ 144 ๐ฌ 83 ๐ 162This is how you become a writer: just pick one of the things that is deeply wrong with you. Make it a character. Now send it on a self-help journey or try to kill it. Now call it a book.
18.11.2024 14:40 โ ๐ 27650 ๐ 4061 ๐ฌ 479 ๐ 599#poem using language taken from messages from friends this morning. definitely totally has nothing to do with today's news at all, nope. take someone else's hands and tell them you love them.
07.11.2024 00:34 โ ๐ 5 ๐ 3 ๐ฌ 0 ๐ 0#poem using language taken from messages from friends this morning. definitely totally has nothing to do with today's news at all, nope. take someone else's hands and tell them you love them.
07.11.2024 00:34 โ ๐ 5 ๐ 3 ๐ฌ 0 ๐ 0shippers late red peaches, painted by mary daisy arnold, 1914
shippers late red peaches, painted by mary daisy arnold, 1914
18.10.2024 07:18 โ ๐ 2195 ๐ 167 ๐ฌ 3 ๐ 3overjoyed to have a poem out on the nation poetry, today.
all thanks to kaveh akbar & the team for making this a reality.
Reminder to tell bluesky about the good things you read. Books, articles, blogs, Greek epigraphs written across your lover's skin, mystical sigils glowing on the walls of a brokedown palace, whatever really. Share good stuff.
28.08.2024 21:53 โ ๐ 1337 ๐ 355 ๐ฌ 81 ๐ 218Danez Smith Poem human animals he called them, and having been ape, been dog, been mongrel, cattled and culled, i knew who was my brother. this late in empire, late meaning near its end not near its completion, let my language be clear and dangerous as water. let my mindโs tongue move sound, be exact with where venom is intended and where light sought. animals. he called them animals. Free Palestine said the birds Free Palestine said the fish Free Palestine said the mice Free Palestine said the mountain lions source credit: Mizna Online
"Let my language be clear and dangerous as water."
Poet Danez Smith in the new issue of Mizna on catastrophe
mizna.org/mizna-online...
IโM GOING BACK TO MINNESOTA WHERE SADNESS MAKES SENSE By Danez Smith O California, donโt you know the sun is only a god if you learn to starve for him? Iโm bored with the ocean I stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snow I know, Iโm strange, too much light makes me nervous at least in this land where the trees always bear green. I know something that doesnโt die canโt be beautiful. Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California? The sun above you, the snow & stalled seaโa field of mirror all demanding to be the sun too, everything around you is light & itโs gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you & itโs so sad, you know? Youโre the only warm thing for miles & the only thing that canโt shine.
Today is National Poetry Day so I'm going to again share my favourite contemporary poem, which is I'm Going Back to Minnesota Where Sadness Makes Sense by Danez Smith...
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