Lee Potts

POEM 283: "Soft machine, you are breathing wrong" by Alison Heron Hruby (@alisonheronhruby.bsky.social)

"I thought I could breathe well,
that I could draw in my ribs like an expert,
knew the fundamentals in my heart,
to exhale what I did not need."

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The Years of Girl Cheese Sandwiches by Meia Geddes   Those were the years of eyeing honey sticks at the farmer’s market under the highway— clover, orange, wildflower. Family friends with a pomegranate tree—the trick is to open them und...

Stone Circle Replay Wednesday poem: "The Years of Girl Cheese Sandwiches" by Meia Geddes

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I was just going to reply above 😄 that I have that also. It is a terrific book. I think you're going to enjoy it.

POEM 282: "Looking at the Photo, I Remember an Episode of America’s Next Top Model" by Megan McDermott (@megmcdermott92.bsky.social )

"where contestants had to pretend to be living
statues, staying very still as pigeons landed
on their heads and arms."

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POEM 281: "Nostalgia, 1997" by Natalie Marino (@nataliemarino.bsky.social)

"I see myself
young and cunning because the war
is over and I can go wherever I want.
I walk away before the end"

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Before the Event by Garth Pavell   We sat in the April afternoon waiting for the moon’s round ass to fit into a blue sundress. Neighbors I had never seen, picnicked in the courtyard; even the mail-lady chatted. I s...

Stone Circle Replay Wednesday poem: "Before the Event" by Garth Pavell

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POEM 280: "What Matters" by Camille Newsom

"picnic phrases
like why believe and when
is soft-and-dead coming
to hold our stupid hands"

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Thank you for sharing it with me!

Screen grab of a poem Lee Potts NOT UNDERSTANDING GLASS The kid with a skylight above his bed can’t fall asleep, eyes wide, certain he’ll see all the worthy souls start rising into the Rapture, terrified that his won't be called up to join them. There are angels hiding from God inside mirrors, smoking and fantasizing about being one of the fallen. Broken bottles are invisible between rocks in a stream, like secret creatures bound to an old deity of edges, waiting to offer up the blood of anyone crossing. To get to my family out on the patio, when I was a toddler, they didn’t see, I shoved the storm door until the pane cracked around my wrists, almost cutting a nerve, almost making my left hand useless.

I have a poem in the new issue of @RogueAgent.bsky.social. Thanks to Jill, Jen, and Kate for putting it out into the world. www.rogueagentjournal.com/lpotts

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i wrote this poem at a really fraught, vulnerable time in my life that has only intensified in some ways since writing this. it still remains one of my favorite things i have ever written.

POEM 279: "all night i hear the noise of fire licking" by nat raum (@gr8earlofhell.bsky.social)

"the pulse my body so spitefully insists

upon is surging and burning and twisting
through every vessel and then some
like sneaking out like letting go"

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Issue 128 — RogueAgent Welcome!

RA 128 is here! Ft poetry by Emily R. Daniel @haleydirenzo.bsky.social Heather Emmanuel @loriaharris.bsky.social Nadeen Murhaf Maida, Chenxi Meng, @carynmg.bsky.social @leepotspoet.bsky.social Sonya Schneider, and @fairingforward.bsky.social w art by Donald Patten // rogueagentjournal.com/issue128

Live Inside the Burn [American sonnet in American sentences] by Edie Meade   Pressed on through a drift of Styrofoam pebbles on my way to the beach. Felt like crying but didn’t; cranked the radio to live with the burn. Live inside the burn. The sky is acid-was...

Stone Circle #ThrowbackThursday poem : "Live Inside the Burn [American sonnet in American sentences]" by Edie Meade (@ediemeade.bsky.social) #TBT

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Dame School by Damaris West   The dame was ninety-nine, never reached a hundred, or hatched the balled-up tissue egg on the blue cushion of her chair. It was serious business being my parents’ child. I had a fo...

Stone Circle Replay Wednesday poem: "Dame School" by Damaris West

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So I started writing my life one golden shovel at a time—and @stonecirclereview.bsky.social published this one yesterday. All the rest of you poets help me be brave. Thanks, y’all 💕

NEW POEM 278: "heart as double-paned window" by Lynne Jensen Lampe (@ljensenlampe.bsky.social)

"words can’t paint everything
this side of the glass :: blood comes
with its own poetry &
each line leaks iron & loneliness"

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POEM 277: "How Can You Have Any Pudding..." by Susan Grimm (@sjgrimm.bsky.social)

"The dead crowd the table thickly, criticize our meat. They give / off a low dark buzz. Floating like stodgy balloons, they wobble- / perch on their usual chairs."

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Snapped tapes got chucked out the car window (and so slowly you unwind me 'til I fall apart)   by Ankh Spice   It’s decades since. We’d absconded from the ward, two not-deads gone wanderwild. Some nights you hear the unspool, the moment the han...

Stone Circle #ThrowbackThursday poem: "Snapped tapes got chucked out the car window (and so slowly you unwind me ’til I fall apart)" by Ankh Spice (@seagoatscreams.bsky.social) #TBT

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That Christmas I Ate Moonshine Cherries and Became a Fortune Teller by Beth Gilstrap CW: death, addiction, alcoholism     You had beaten the cancer once, taken up the pink bunting of survivors, made it your whole personality—folks with borderline move through them l...

Stone Circle Replay Wednesday poem: "That Christmas I Ate Moonshine Cherries and Became a Fortune Teller" by Beth Gilstrap (@bettysueblue.bsky.social)

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POEM #276: "Keepsakes" by Lana Hechtman Ayers (@lanaayers23.bsky.social)

"what the heart holds it holds

despite rebuttals from blurred photos
home movie reels or grandma’s pshaws

& there are chrysanthemums
growing in the past

that move like a storm blowing in"

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Your Sunday needs this. Really. Trust me.

Some of my favorite signs from today's #NoKings protest.

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I have yet to see a single counter-protester. Although someone driving by shouted something rude.

A lot more people here this time. Much more energetic too. #NoKings

NEW POEM #275: "Northern Midsummer Night" by Arda Ohannessian

"On the slow deep shoulder of your hill
cedar tree moon silhouette and the bear's
nocturnal climb is deliberate and slow"

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🙏 #Poetry -- This poem is also collected in *Becoming Altar*, soon to release from @subpresspoetry.bsky.social. Thanks for sharing it!

So It Goes by Kyla Houbolt   The beetle sleeps with her cheek on the branch, if beetles can be said to have cheeks. She looks so comfortable there, like a Christmas tree ornament that has found its perfect plac...

Stone Circle #ThrowbackThursday poem : "So It Goes" by Kyla Houbolt (@luaz.bsky.social) #TBT

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