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The university is not a skills machine and neither should politicians think of themselves of oiling the gears of economic performance. Politics is not just about adapting populations to fit labour market demands.

Sexy emperor tarot meaning

Week 42 of documenting everything I buy from the supermarket reduced counter this year. This week, multiples.

Holy shit! 💩

Midweek Sanity Oasis: Love Anyway Hello <<Name>>! This is the midweek edition of The Marginalian by Maria Popova — one piece resurfaced from two decades of archives as a timeless oasis of sanity to uplift the heart, vivify the mind,...

"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart."

A lifeline of a read: mailchi.mp/themarginali...

(POETRY) 'Alexa reviews' by Luca Fois A poem from Luca Fois appraising the notorious device known as 'Alexa'.

I some times find poems in reviews of mundane things. Or I force them: thanks SPAM.
Please enjoy:

www.spamzine.co.uk/post/poetry-...

Please Consider The Environment Before Printing This Email by Ross McCleary but if you must do so then please make sure to shred the pages after you’re done. If you must print this email then shred it, please, despite previous environmental concerns, burn the shreds in the&hellip;

such a fun spiraling out of the polite memo from Ross McCleary!

"Fire is raw and cleansing like alcohol. Embrace it like an undeserved promotion."

https://www.havehashad.com/voc9j

I am so OBSESSED by these

Hey babes. (I just woke up from a dream where Tilda Swinton told me not to call her babe, so hoping you're not Tilsa Swinton) here is the new issue of @streetcakemag.bsky.social! I've got a piece on memory in, but also, there's so much good. Have a slice! Eat the whole thing!

for #NationalPoetryDay one of my all-time favourites.

Week 39 of documenting everything I buy from the supermarket reduced counter this year. This week, a big week for hummus chips.

A hand holding a smartphone displaying a Twitter post with a colorful infographic about social media engagement statistics. The background is blurred to emphasize the phone and the infographic.

many of my fave poems and short shorts are these tiny little slices of life, worded and captured so perfectly as to become something so much bigger and more

today from Justin Karcher:

https://www.havehashad.com/x2r9v

Hampton, Virginia by Nikki Giovanni the birds flew south earlier this year and flowers wilted under the glare of frost nature puts her house in order the weather report says this Will be the coldest winter already the perch have burrowed deep into the lakes and the snails are six instead of three feet under I quilted myself one blanket and purchased five pounds of colored popcorn in corners i placed dried flowers and in my bathroom a jar of lavender smells my landlord stripped my windows and i cut all my old sox for feet pads they say you should fight the cold with the cold but since i never do anything right i called you

in honor of it getting colder here’s a poem by Nikki Giovanni “about” the cold coming in which is ALSO a fantastic study in enjambment and how to end a poem!!!

(this is from her collected works)

omg thanks for sharing, this goes into the I don't know what to write today messages with myself.

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poem in which you become the “you” by nat raum i am writing an ars poetica in which i bury you, in which i close the widest point of the wound myself, a farewell. still crying in my car sometimes. for your specter.

you gotta read—& gotta SEE—AMAZING new nat raum today!

I.i am
A. writing
1. an ars poetica
i. in which i bury you,
ii. in which i close the widest point of the wound myself,
2. a farewell.

https://www.havehashad.com/t727h

anyone can have an idea for a novel. but writing a novel? anyone can do that too. all you need to do is get creative. for example, create a new meaning for “writing a novel.” like “making a sandwich.” “writing is not writing,” you wisely whisper, reaching for the sourdough.

Things Said to an Eight Year-Old Boy at His Dad’s Funeral by Ewen Glass Your dad was a real people person; it's just a shame his immune system wasn't. There are those tiny sausages you like. Every time you see a shooting star– first of all, you'd be lucky, the chances of&hellip;

new list poem today from Ewen Glass that's funny and heartbreaking and weird and sweet

"He's still with us. He's in the trees."

https://www.havehashad.com/nm89b

Love it when @cuttinghail.bsky.social gets published in Tiny Wren Lit because it means I get to do a little zine making. The design on these is just gorgeous 🥰

Add to your to do list. Issue 9: Inventory is live!

www.tinywrenlit.com/issue-9

Just a reminder of our latest issue below 👇🖊

🌈 Happy Pride Month ♥️

Gregory Orr

Love, Distilled by Elizabeth Fletcher If grand romantic gestures were my measure of true love, I never would’ve married my husband. He is nothing if not practical. He bought me a basic calculator our first Christmas together so I wouldn’t&hellip;

Beautiful Elizabeth Fletcher "body-horror love story" today

"My husband is not a man of surprise flower bouquets or elaborately planned date nights. But in the three weeks that followed my surgery, he took on my thrice-daily surgical drain maintenance."

https://www.havehashad.com/b2qwm

On Not Writing Kathleen Jamie considers the fallow times

On Not Writing - my new substack for North Sea Poets.
Now, back to my dwam*
Dwam: Scots for daydream or waking trance. open.substack.com/pub/northsea...

Why was I born
if it wasn’t forever?

—Eugène Ionesco

we must all decide again and again whom we love | Invisible City

and the thing itself:
www.invisiblecitylit.com/poetry/we-mu...

Invisible City Literary Journal | Invisible City is a journal of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and visual art published by the MFA program at the University of San Francisco.

I have a thing in InvisiblecitySF
invisiblecitylit.com

But there are so many good things, that I really want to celebrate the whole issue. Have a look peeps.

And resist. ✊❤️‍🔥

It’s short & it’s shiny. 🪩
Some recommended reading brought to us by @kiptain.bsky.social.