Josiah Nelson

Middle age i have traded blithe limbs for fragile acts—all the days i ever breathed could crack as memory [ i tender past like an egg; what else might still grow]. i crane to heed something so important i leave my whole life for it.

On aging and possibility, or:

forty words for turning forty
for #smallpoemsunday

@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

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.
freebloodybirds.com

I'm just going to quietly put this here and make some noise later.

Poems. September 15. Brick Books

49thshelf.com/Books/I/In-a...

a poem is just what light thinks about

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜

if you feel so inclined, you can post small poems you wrote +/or small poems you love by someone else :)

here’s one by Kess Mohammadi @dearkestrel.bsky.social, from their Apt. 9 Press chapbook Gavel sound. Gravel sound. 💫

why do you keep writing political poems?
something got stuck in my throat: I think it’s
Vietnam: millions of tiny little bones

I have 3 poems in this brand new beautiful issue of @cv2magazine.bsky.social
Thank you, editors!

Here's "Medieval Feminism."

Robert Billings

@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Just came across this lovely poem in my current read, ALL OF THEM ALL OF THEM by Akira Ritos (@fifthwheelpress.bsky.social).

Pleased to have a couple poems in @cv2magazine.bsky.social spring issue. Sharing one here:

My deepest condolences, Taidgh.

And because place calls to place / inside us, he is seventy in the kitchen, / even as he is twelve in the farmyard

Ashbery:

in the idea of what time it is

Merwin:

thank you for friends and long echoes of them

Grateful and excited to have a poem out with South Dakota Review:

If I turn first — ? If you do —

Carl Phillips

Hunting Wild Life With Camera and Flashlight The blue hunger, the one somewhere in Trakl’s heart blood blossoming in the sink like latte art. I begin my Catalog of Mistakes with Revelations the sputtering machines in Jarboe songs and children’s drawings of angels

happy #smallpoemsunday! here’s one of mine — feel free to share small poems of yours or ones you love by others :) 💜