Candice M. Kelsey

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And I am hooked in the throat Like a bass or a pike or trout in Lake Isabella.

What’s that? More poetry? Can’t stop won’t stop with “There’s No Lowly Worm” by Candice M. Kelsey @feed-me-poetry.bsky.social exploring the fitction vs. reality of childhood. It’s in 83rd edition of the press is out 3/30. Don’t miss it. It’s magic.

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YouTube video by mishima1970 Sylvia Plath Reads 'Daddy'

You do not do, you do not do ... www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hHj...

Hey Waltz and JD, add me to the group chat too! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Whoa that sounds intense, yes.

Which book?

Ultimate flex

Excited for #AWP25 — the sessions, readings, signings, and just all around attention to the only world I love, the worldof words. @rfpress.bsky.social @finishinglinepress.bsky.social @troublemakerfire.bsky.social

On today's Weekly Features:

Lyndon Carrier follows a river along her country, and Ankush Saikia transcends geographies and generations.

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REFLECTIONS ON AI IN THE CLASSROOM: How We are Not Using Al in the Classroom By Sonja Drimmer & Christopher J. Nygren Premise Prompt engineering is a term that has become commonplace since the widespread availability of generative Al applications like ChatGPT. The idea is that the outputs of the large language models (LLMs) on which these applications are based are only as good as the prompts that are input: vague prompts result in equally vague outputs. And thus was born the race to train for careers in prompt engineering. Unfortunately, the bubble seems to have burst before even the first generation of students was trained for this career outcome. We were given a prompt as an invitation to participate in this newsletter: "How are you using Al in the classroom?" While we have accepted this invitation, we are engaging in the most humanistic act we can imagine—refusing the prompt.”

Love to refuse a prompt. static1.squarespace.com/static/53a4b...

Who are the five writers that made you?

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Billy Collins
Kay Ryan
Linda Pastan
Sharon Olds

Perspective: Forgiving My Almond Mom Did her mother make her attach her worth to her body just as my mother did to her body just as I am doing to mine?

REPOST: In an essay, Ann Nguyen writes about how she found healing in her decades-long relationship with her Vietnamese mom and food.

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Exactly

Poetry as a Small Gesture: Finding Meaning in the Everyday A conversation with poet Candice M. Kelsey on capturing fleeting moments, writing as an act of preservation, and the power of poetry to connect us to ourselves and each other.

Happy to share my conversation on Loblolly Press’ podcast open.substack.com/pub/loblolly...

This scrum of pot-bellied, sunken-chested betas trying to bully an all-black clad badass Eastern European wasteland survivor while dressed like Men’s Wearhouse mannequins is peak cinema.

"I'm not playing cards."

Blackout poem for the mass graves in Bucha, Ukraine

I wrote this two years ago trying to process the horror; today I cannot process America. 🇺🇦

Exactly.

15 Queer Historical Romance Books to Dive Into the Genre (Gift Article) Our columnist recommends books featuring centuries of L.G.B.T.Q. love stories that defy tragedy, laugh in the face of shame and lean into unabashed joy.

"Seeing queer people build their own happiness brick by brick no matter what the world thinks of them nourishes something in me."

For anyone in need, a gift link to @oliviawaite.com's list of queer historical romances:

Same! Deleted it all tonight.

Brilliant. Thank you!

Ugh yes

Jesus at the Gay Bar He's here in the midst of it - right at the centre of the dance floor, robes hitched up to His knees to make it easy to spin. At some point in the evening a boy will touch the hem of His robe and beg to be healed, beg to be anything other than this; and He will reach His arms out, sweat-damp, and weary from dance. He'll cup this boy's face in His hand and say, my beautiful child there is nothing in this heart of yours that ever needs to be healed.

Okay so this one always makes me cry.

Thank you @jayhulmepoet.bsky.social

Congrats!

Doing it tonight. Any tips?

So good

If I Were My Sister by Noémi Scheiring-Oláh — Passages North

"...and would never notice the mist over his eyes as he speaks, and would never tell myself see? deep down he’s a sensitive guy,...."

This is an extraordinary piece of writing by @itssonoemi.bsky.social in @passagesnorth.bsky.social 💙💙💙
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After playing a fictional member of the Resistance a long time ago, I never could have imagined it ever happening in real life, but here we are.

There are no kings in America we are not that kind of country.

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