Josiah Nelson

Cannot wait for this event & seeing what arises. All welcome, Take Cover Books event listing here: takecoverbooks.ca/events

Image of the prairies, tall grass under a grey blue sky with a rotting shed in the corner. The PF logo in brown with text: bury my body in the tall prairie grass— this ruined house of rusted cans and porcelain shards, boards and plaster. What is true will remain. From “Homecoming” by Morgen Jahnke Prairie Fire’s winter issue on sale now at prairiefire.ca

Our winter issue is on sale now on our website and in stores around the country!
Featuring new work like this haunting new poem from Morgen Jahnke.

Details: prairiefire.ca/current-issue/

Copyist Susan L. Leary After we give the animal a writing utensil, what 1s needed next: a mind or a piece of paper? This is not a question or a riddle but an argument of practicality. The idea of a brother is not a brother. The idea of freedom is made tangible in the hands of arbitrarily good men. How to invent the after-life? How to absolve oneself of hierarchy while kissing another man's feet? On the outside, my brother passes me the clippers. He passes the dog a coin & I hide the dog in my purse. If I must remember for him, must I remember accurately? On the questionnaire, my sister gets shit done. I count the fan blades. I call the public defender. I leave a message for the 29* time. No one gives a fuck, my brother says—& all I can do is listen. All I can do is thumb through the pages & continue to learn his whereabouts. Bunk 22. Bunk 32. Where against the false pretense of sunrise, he dreams from an unidentified bed & I dream in the bed of his language. If you are someone who is likeable only in comparison to your captor, What are we doing? he says. If we hold the state accountable, do we do it through language or through love? On the outside, my brother passes. I take his pen & invent the mouth of his archive. I am delegate. I am yammerer. Of myself, my brother should get the credit.

Honored to have a new poem in The McNeese Review, a journal I absolutely love! Thanks to editor, Michael Robins, and poetry editor, Gwenyth Wheat, for giving “Copyist” such a kind home and for inviting me to speak about my process in crafting it (included in the replies)! Check it out, friends! 💙

I'll be doing a reading at St. Peter's Muenster, SK on Feb. 26 at 7pm. Come check it out, either in person, or via Zoom!

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Reading through Sourav Roy and Tuhin Bhowal’s fine anthology of contemporary Hindi poetry, PERENNIAL, I was stopped cold by Seth Michelson’s razor-sharp translation of Rati Saxena’s devastating “Refugee”—a poem for our time, for all times.

“…like kites holding tight / to the ruins…”

Another perfect poem for February from @joseolivarez.bsky.social.

Get the book, Promises of Gold, here: bit.ly/promisesofgold

#poem #booksky #writing

News report The mind's open moment Sealed with landmines Have another country Before l leave A way out of the misery As money drips Where isyour kayak Where is the end I promised you

Jane Joritz-Nakagawa from Skin Museum

#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Thrilled to have a poem published in this new issue of Prairie Fire!

Leaving home as inherited condition. Displacement as engine of industrial ag. Whatever became of my great-grandmothers. What they became when they landed here. What they thought or believed, couldn’t say, couldn’t do. Our present chews holes in shared memory. This will be my fourth book.

"A bell is a bell" by Shana Ross - League of Canadian Poets Poetry Pause is the League of Canadian Poets' daily poetry dispatch. Read "A bell is a bell" by Shana Ross.

Starting the year with a complicated one - featured today on Poetry Pause @canadianpoets.bsky.social : poets.ca/a-bell-is-a-...

Cover of Brick: A Literary Journal. Yellow background with an inset photograph of a figure standing in a rocky landscape

Kudos to @josiahnelson.bsky.social for his excellent short fiction piece in the new issue of Brick! Clever, alchemical, eerie - a great read. @brickliterary.bsky.social

Morgen! Thanks so much for reading--and the kind words. Really glad you enjoyed it :)

Grateful beyond words that my essay about living in Saudi Arabia during the first Gulf War was selected for Brick 116, which is now out in the world!

This photo shows a small pile of peach and pink cardstock fliers against a black background. The top flier is fully visible. It has black text that reads "Opaat Press SECOND ANNIVERSARY POETRY BASH / Free and open to all / Saturday, November 22, 2-4 pm, Halifax Central Library, Paul O'Regan Hall." At the bottom are four black and white logos for the League of Canadian Poets, The Writers' Union of Canada, Canada Council for the Arts, and Halifax Public Libraries.

Tomorrow in Halifax I am hosting a poetry reading to celebrate two years of my micropress, Opaat Press. This reading will feature more than fifteen poets and is free and open to all. I'd love to see you there! Saturday, November 22, 2-4 pm, Halifax Central Library, Paul O'Regan Hall.

Sunrise in Palestine The smoke of bombs dropped from F-16s has covered the city's sky. Fighters smuggle the sunlight through tunnels beneath our houses.

mosab abu toha #smallpoemsunday

Annunciation Even if I don't see it again —nor ever feel it I know it is— and that if once it hailed me it ever does — And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as towards a place, but it was a tilting within myself, as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where it isn't-I was blinded like that-and swam in what shone at me only able to endure it by being no one and so specifically myself I thought I'd die from being loved like that.

A poem for your Sunday
~Marie Howe
Annunciation
I thought I'd die from being loved like that...

From @seanthomasd.bsky.social's book, The Second O of Sorrow.

Published by @boa-editions.bsky.social. Get it here: bookshop.org/a/862/9781942683551

#poem #books #writing

BBC International Editor Jeremy Bowen has confirmed that the entire Al Jazeera team in Gaza City has been killed.

POEM My heart in pieces like the bits Of traffic lost in the blue Rain confused I roar off into To learn how to build a ladder With air in my lungs again To be with you in that region Of speed and altitude where our bodies Sail off to be kissed and changed By light that behaves like a hand Picking us up in one state and putting Us down in a different one every time

off to be kissed and changed

Tom Clark

Poetry pamphlet Search Party by Ian Letourneau (Opaat Press) sits on a wooden table with a pineapple and an elegant container with two red bergamot flowers

Poem inside poetry pamphlet Search Party by Ian Letourneau, next to a pineapple

"Aware
of time drifting away, as clouds do, moving
overhead, the pewter clouds holding back rain
and slowly tarnishing."

#TodaysPoem #poetry
Search Party by @ianletourneau.bsky.social (2025 Opaat Press / @thisisannick.bsky.social) tinyurl.com/yc3vvnne

POEM A kite in the shape of a map floats over the land it depicts, but at night no one sees its roads at the end of which a child feels his hand tugged upward, disappearing in salutations.

Bill Knott

yes.

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️Happy Pride! From Kay Ryan (U.S. Poet Laureate 2008-2010), we have "We're Building the Ship as We Sail It," which first appeared in the June 2006 issue of Poetry. It's also in THE BEST OF IT: New & Selected Poems. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 #PrideMonth2025 #Pride2025 #pridemonth #Pride #poetry

Congratulations to Peace Akintade-Oluwagbeye!

Top top poetry content in the inaugural issue of Free Bloody Birds, edited by Alan Jenkins and Declan Ryan. Including new poems by @sheribenning.bsky.social, Ange Mlinko and Karen Solie, Mark Ford on Auden's Hardy and @bdralyuk.bsky.social on Peter Reading.
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I'm just going to quietly put this here and make some noise later.

Poems. September 15. Brick Books

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