“The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.”
(John Updike)
🎨 Joseph Farquharson
#wintersky
It’s that time of year again.
One of my favorites.
Originally published by @petrichorlit.bsky.social
What a build. What a final line.
From @victoriachang.bsky.social's book, The Trees Witness Everything: bookshop.org/a/862/9781556596322
#poem #books #writing
This is the full text of #IWant — a poem from my WIP #FuckMeLikeGraffiti, which dives headfirst into the sexual self. It’s about love, lust, and the edges of intimacy. You can hear me read it over on TikTok.
#PoemsAbout #Desire #Sexuality #AltLit #SpokenWord #IndiePoet #PoetryCommunity
Confession
Bless me, Poetry
For I have sinned
It has been
Two weeks
Since my last poem
Please show me
The grace
Of falling rain
And dying leaves
Amen
Gary Snyder
That’s a blessing
It's a tea and book sort of night
I just got an ad for a $20000 “meeting pod.” Who does The Algorithm think I am?
They tell us we’re ugly, that we’re nothing special. Why? Because birds with broken wings can’t stand to see others soar. Never listen. Believe. Hope. Resist. 💙
#poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets #poems
More than usual at the first overtures of frost I want to burrow into my covers & hibernate & winter & poetry
I have yet to regret just grabbing the nearest piece of paper and scribbling something vaguely resembling my face. It’s not a pretty drawing, but it’s all mine
I already miss the sun.
Sending love to all my friends here and everywhere. You are magnificent.
Read some poetry and my poems, too, while you’re at it! ❤️🔥
Does anyone else here find themselves drawn to poetry because everything they have to say comes out too terse for prose?
I don’t think I could ever write a novel; I never figured out how to make ideas take up so much space.
It’s a bad deal, Daylight Savings. The extra light you get in the morning hardly lasts a week, and the dark evening cones faster than it ever needed help with
November is kicking off with cold and rainy. It is a good day to stay inside and bake something.
you may be cool but are you "swan in a hammock" cool
one would think that Poets & Coffee Endorsements would go hand-in-hand... but where's the national advertising of poets pushing their favorite sumatras?
yall out here slippin.
this should be a commercialized trope at this point.
This poem from Whatever You Do, Just Don't is for anybody who's had to clear a house, who's found objects that must have had significance for someone no longer here to tell their story....
Paul Zimmer
This is how you blurb
It is only Wednesday of this week, it’s dragging by. It’s already the 15th of the month, it’s going so fast. How can time work this way?
I keep forgetting to share this week’s pickups from the library
There’s that dusty smell in the air today everywhere of all the furnaces and heaters waking up fir the first time this year
If I can tell you how many semicolons I've used today, I haven't used enough semicolons today.
Today's yearning was simple. I felt a chill in the morning, and I wanted thicker blankets and more time to spend under them.
I guess I need to finally read something by Krasznahorkai. I've heard of him before, but his books, unfortunately, are not the kind of thing you see on the shelves at the bookstore very often
