Suzanne Frischkorn

Making jars in the studio. Here’s a new one in marbled blue and cream.🩵 #pottery

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Today, a coalition of seven charitable foundations announced the launch of the Literary Arts Fund, a historic philanthropic investment of at least $50 million to strengthen the nonprofit literary arts field in the U.S.

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Home from a magical and inspiring two week residency at VCCA. I met so many wonderful artists and came away with a full heart, new friends, and new poems.Thank you
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Honored to learn that WHIPSAW won the CNY Book Award for Poetry!

Many thanks to judge Tami Haaland and to the wonderful folks at the YMCA Writer’s Center. Congrats to all the 2025 winners and finalists.

Gratitudes to Kristine Snodgrass & Lynne Knight at Anhinga Press for believing in this book.

Thank you, Koss!

Thank you so much, Sam!

Thank you! You’re the best! xoxo

Happy to have a new poem in the gorgeous fall issue of North American Review! Many thanks to J.D Schraffenberger and the NAR team. This is a poem from a new manuscript I’ve been working on.
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A Pause to Bless the Grasses By Patricia Clark

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who for his greed. who for his hunger

Jane Goodall, Trailblazing Primatologist and Chimpanzee Conservationist, Has Died The anthropologist was famous for her pioneering research with chimpanzees and her influence on conservation

The anthropologist was famous for her pioneering research with chimpanzees and her influence on conservation

Cascade Artist Book #artbook #artistbook #art #monoprinting

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I’m honored to be nominated for my flash fiction

Here's the poem and the link to it in Poetry Is Currency. Thanks so much for the nomination!
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$ Nominees for Best of the Net Christy Lee Barnes – If I describe in detail the girl who flew away with the cranes, do you think we could find her? Ava Chen – Pre-Apocalyptic Rivka Clifton – Consult J-T Kelly – Vocation Larissa Martins – Brazilian Gringa Lizzy Ke Polishan – Novena for the Year of the Bumblebee on the Spaceship at the End of the World

Congratulations to our nominees for the Best of the Net Awards!

Wonderful!! And well deserved!

'This tentacled blue' — poetry by Jennifer Martelli In memorium. Rest in beauty, poetry, & power, dear Jennifer Martelli. These poems, she said, were part of a manuscript inspired by Luca Guadagnino's Suspiria. Stain The blue ink bled onto m...

and emptied. And now, how will I ever fix

this mess? This tentacled blue. The sun

broke through the east windows and the hue,

violet. Ventricle blue. Look at all the words

I didn’t write. Not even my hands, splayed

wide, not both of them, could hide this stain.

—Jennifer Martelli 💙

It is with great sadness that we mourn the loss of Jenn Martelli. She was a wonderful poet, colleague, collaborator, and friend to all. Her light will be dearly missed.

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SWWIM Every Day — SWWIM by Jennifer Martelli —after Lucie Brock-Broido I have the boniest backhands, thick veins, too, that can take a needle, fill tubes of blood. I could make your lip bleed and swell wit...

I am heartbroken to hear of the passing of Jennifer Martelli. Jenn wasn't just a light: she was a singular galaxy of talent and benevolence. All condolences to her family and her many other friends: RIP, my wonderful poetry sister.

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That Kind of Poem It's lovely no more radiation treatments though everyone prefers being alarmed about politics to poetry and that's a mistake But it's a crisis of course. I'm so happy not to go to l'Institut Curie at least for months I dreamed of an empty body last night a decision as to what necklace should be put inside it. Last June you knew all this was coming yes and every day writing poetry creating the real Real World. I answered the phone to a telemarketer on Thursday and a voice says in French T'm calling on behalf of Monsieur Lorenzo the Medium' I hung up laughing and thought of Lorenzo Thomas after he died 2005 I dreamed he burst out of his coffin in Chicago the Diversey St house where we first bonded '72 he was wearing a shower cap but seemed to be exhorting me to ... what? and dust there was dust on him it was a long time of agos Vietnam my brother's just back I said to him who would have thought the poem says I'd be still alive and in Paris, France for the health care this dusty form is my beauty crystal necklace you're smashing Lorenzo great poet who we were I can't figure what lasts on a tiny planet of phantasmagoria except one's love sees

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eryone prefers being alarmed about politics
to poetry and that's a mistake
But it's a crisis of course.

Alice Notley

AVENUE A We hardly ever see the moon any more so no wonder it's so beautiful when we look up suddenly and there it is gliding broken-faced over the bridges brilliantly coursing, soft, and a cool wind fans your hair over your forehead and your memories of Red Grooms' locomotive landscape I want some bourbon/you want some oranges/I love the leather jacket Norman gave me and the corduroy coat David gave you. it is more mysterious than Spring, the El Greco heavens breaking open and then reassembling like lions in a vast tragic veldt that is far from our small selves and our temporally united passions in the cathedral of Januaries everything is too comprehensible these are my delicate and caressing poems I suppose there will be more of those others to come, as in the past so many! but for now the moon is revealing itself like a pearl to my equally naked heart

“We hardly ever see the moon any more” A poem by Frank O’Hara.

A tweet: Brianna Wiest @briannawiest In order to create art, you must be very alive. Alive with grief or love or anything else—it doesn't matter. Art is an imprint of aliveness. Artists think that process is what you do when you sit down at the table, but it's actually everything you do before that.

This post is why, when people say “am I really a writer when I’m not writing?! I haven’t written in weeks?!!” I’m like, chill. You’re always a writer, if you’re a writer, even when you haven’t written in years.

"To answer you–finches, wrens,
robins & sparrows, and crows join,
rustling their wings, arguing
on a telephone line. A blue house
cacophonous with a cook-out
and all that is
summer music. "

from my poem "Curfew" in Boomer Lit. Link in the comments.

"—in poetry, a landscape is never only outer, it is also a portrait of a state of soul." - Jane Hirshfield, "Poetry and the Mind of Concentration"