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Millie Tullis AWP Book Signing. Find me with my friends at River River Books! Saturday, March 7 11 am-12 pm (T-756)

AWP folks! You find me signing books with my friends at @riverriverbooks.bsky.social this Saturday! Stop by the bookfair from 11 am-12 pm to grab a copy or just say hi!

"When I was a child, my mother told me to make my bed so that the shape of my body wouldn't be left upon it for invisible beings to find." Alina Stefanescu Imprints in absence... and a motif in raspberry. ALINASTEFANESCU.SUBSTACK.COM

I did... and I didn't. But raspberries stain the margins.

A link to my raspberry excess.
alinastefanescu.substack.com/p/imprints-i...

What a great film

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Grateful to have a new poem published in @stonecirclereview.bsky.social ❄️

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“Any experience carried out deeply to its ultimate leads you beyond yourself into a larger relation to the experience of others.”

-- Anaïs Nin

“But what I uncovered could never eclipse what I did not know, what no one living remembered, what no one dead wrote down.”

Gorgeous essay and poem by @millietullis.bsky.social today—deep appreciated for Millie’s attention to the dead and heritage and little-marked marriages and graves.

Events for Jane Zwart and Haley Hodges at AWP. JANE: off-site reading, Friday at 7pm, Max's Taphouse, 737 S. Broadway. "Poet of the Hour," Saturday at 2pm, Only Poems, booth 446 HALEY: signing, Thursday 2 to 4, Whitworth University, booth 515 "One Poet, One Poem" reading and open mic, Vino, 1636 Thames St

Hey writing kin, if you're going to be in Baltimore, I'd love to say hello. I'm also up for signing books if you're into that kind of thing. But mostly I'd love to say hello.

Lake Catherine, Dusk The closer this sun gets             to the horizon line, the fasterthe lake flows east       &nb…

Very grateful to have a poem in the new issue of @whaleroadreview.bsky.social! www.whaleroadreview.com/bedell-3/

Bad news finds you where it finds you, Sarah says. She is not wrong. Every day diagnoses steal through routine's transoms. Every day people weep unwillingly in elevated trains, in classrooms, in a surfeit of natural light. My grandma died, and my phone rang in an arcade. I made my mom repeat herself. I made my son loose, on his birthday, my hand. Once, bad news had to strive more. It used a solemn buddy system and landlines; it had to find us home. Not anymore. It finds us wherever it finds us, Sarah says. She is not appalled. She knows: it wouldn't do a lick of good for us, subpoenaed by grief, to juke its messenger. She knows chances are we'll run, unsuspecting, toward the ones who tell us it's now: the end of the world. And how could it be otherwise? Bad news, our dear ones will say, in the same voices that have said See you and Remember. Bad news, giving the words to the only air there is, ambered by kisses and smudged by fire and reserved, in equal measure, for first and last breaths.

"subpoenaed by grief"

@janezwart.bsky.social
from Oddest & Oldest & Saddest & Best
Orison Books, 2026

Anti-Fascist Love Poem JENNIFER A SUTHERLAND CATHERINE ROCKWOOD ADRIAN DALLAS FRANDLE Reading MICHAEL TODD COHEN CARLA SOFIA FERREIRA DOMINIQUE AHKONG HAN VANDERHART JOHNNY CORDOVA ELIZABETH SYLVIA RITA MOOKERJEE AMORAK HUEY ERIN VACHON K. IVER Off Site Baltimore Saturday, March 7|79pm Fells Point 1640 Thames Street (use entrance to: 1636)

Hey friends—join us in Baltimore for some fire, anti-fascist love poems! Saturday night, 7pm.

Lowery SAFFRON Workstand with Side Clamp for Kristi I’m trying to get better by force of will so we can eat sushi without me scream-sneezing near the other couples, no now we are old & full of sleep, or l am, on the couch watching Abbott Elementary we were both teachers so we know the mall plotline could happen. Last night, before bed I gave you a lymph massage as delicately as I could, one YouTube video and a prayer, snuck back downstairs & read a book but fell asleep only after coming back up to be with you, as I always will— I’d break god’s arms if he tried to stop me keep me from your sleep-breathing in then out, my tide, my body clock, my only season

feeling very lucky to have a couple new poems up at the always-excellent Be About It Press, including this belated Valentine for my wife :)

“At this moment of pervasive disbelief, some poets and painters sought to reconfigure the fragments of a meaningless world into a fantasy of connection and meaning.”

-- Marci Kwon, Enchantments: Joseph Cornell and American Modernism

AWP SCHEDULE Thursday, March 5th 2:00-3:00 PM Author Signing Trio House Press Booth #1248 Thursday, March 5th 6:00-7:30 PM Trio House Press 2026 Authors Reception Homeland Room Renaissance Harborplace Hotel All Day, Every Day Catch me anywhere else at the conference, and I'll sign one of my own copies of More Flowers or Dressing the Bear just for you and as a gift (while supplies last)!

It’s official! See you in Baltimore, friends!

@triohousepress.org 💜💛

In case you missed it this morning...

Every inward road looks identical

Proud to appear at Stone Circle Review this morning.

Thank you for sharing David's poem, Beth!

You’re gonna love this one !!

POEM 314: "Winter on My Feet" by David Hanlon (@vespertine4.bsky.social)

"Yes, I’m in my head all day again.
It’s cold in here—arctic, even.
Every inward road looks identical,
erased beneath unbroken ice.

That’s why I’m shaking."

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In case you missed it this morning...

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we were probably all up last night staring at the ceiling with our own version of the same thought running on endless loop, but mine looked something like this:

I hate these people to a degree that feels simultaneously corrosive to the soul, and also the only righteous response to this kind of evil

I won't be at AWP next weekend, but I will be reading at The Big Blue Marble Bookstore in Philly next Saturday at 2:00.

compostmodernism by Kristin Lueke — Passages North Poetry editor Sara Daniels on today’s poem: In “compostmodernism,” Kristin Lueke crafts a snapshot of a world at once playful, dismal, and revelatory: rife with global capitalism, disillusionment, an...

world is a fuck, read poem
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Well, still processing the news, but my short story “More” has been selected as the 2nd Prize Winner at the Bath Flash Fiction February 2026 Award. Big thanks to Jude Higgins and Ingrid Jendzrejewski for the selection.

Read all prize-winning work here:

www.bathflashfictionaward.com/category/win...

some author activity: Houbolt, Earl, Campos, Cannon + Niespodziany, Kyla Houbolt gets a spotlight with some new poems via the SHINE international poetry series ; Amanda Earl is interviewed by Kathryn Mockler ...

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POEM 313: "Nailbiter" by Jason Kahler (@jasonkahler3.bsky.social)

"No one knows the anatomy of a finger like a nailbiter. Some ruins won’t heal. / I make my fingers bleed. / Overnight they bloom. Hot and swollen, they shine like dewy roses."

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Samuel Day Wharton in ISSUE 28!

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