Carlos A. Pittella

Every once in a while, I find myself thinking of "When the Devil Leads Us Home and Yells Surprise"

So, this Dusie is a wonderful surprise. 💙 Thank you, @nikkimwalls.bsky.social, thank you @robmclennan.bsky.social!

So wonderful to meet a new Nikki Wallschlaeger poem—& to watch it burn layers of BS rhetoric down to the core of power ❤️‍🔥

Lead paint?! 😳

You are who I love, throwing your hands up in agony or disbelief, shaking your head, arguing back, out loud or inside of yourself, holding close your incredulity which, yes, too, l love I love your working heart, how each of its gestures, tiny or big, stand beside my own agony, building a forest there How “Fuck you” becomes a love song You are who I love, carrying the signs, packing the lunches, with the rain on your face You at the edges and shores, in the rooms of quiet, in the rooms of shouting, in the airport terminal, at the bus depot saying “No!” and each of us looking out from the gorgeous unlikelihood of our lives at all, finding ourselves here, witnesses to each other's tenderness, which, this moment, is fury, is rage, which, this moment, is another way of saying: You are who I love You are who I love You and you and you are who

How “Fuck you” becomes a love song

Aracelis Girmay

Yeah, so great!

Loved Your Name Here too—as anything HDW has ever written! 🔥

The stories from Some Trick have been haunting me lately... If you're yet to read them, expect a treat!

She is—or was, for a second! I hope she comes back &/or reactivates her account:

bsky.app/profile/hele...

...I never miss twitter, but I do miss her piercing tweets 💙

Here’s your morning mood, courtesy of Jon MacNair.

"My bookmark
is the folded up operating

instructions for a pulse oximeter. 1.
Operation of the product is simple

and convenient. 5. Finger and body
should not tremble

during measuring."

—Lindsay Tigue, from the stunning "Campaign Strategy" ❤️‍🔥

I’ve written for @assistedlab.bsky.social about José Saramago’s fabulous novel “Death with Interruptions,” focusing on the ethical questions it raises around assisted dying.

Hare running with golden light of dawn and trees in background, painting.

Hare, Edge Of The Silver Dawn, Catherine Hyde.

From Matt Rasmussen's book, Black Aperture: bookshop.org/a/862/9780807150863

#poem #books #writing

I came to you I came to you Lord, because of the fucking reticence of this world no, not the world, not reticence, oh Lord Come Lord Come We were sad on the ground Lord Come We were sad on the ground. Jean Valentine

Jean Valentine

How this poem folds upon itself, trapping us inside... Damn! ❤️‍🔥

shells by Kaitlan Bui when he was my age, my grandfather would comb the scalp of the forest for shells, then write letters to the families of dead bodies he found. dog tags, they were called, because war makes humans…

today's Kaitlan Bui poem is one of my fave things i've read in a while. so honored to get to share it.

"when he was my age, my grandfather would comb the scalp
of the forest for shells, then write letters to the families
of dead bodies he found."

https://www.havehashad.com/3vdnr

"i repeated & scribbled until it picked its way & stagnated somewhere i can’t point to anymore, maybe my gut—

maybe there in-between my pancreas & large intestine is the piddly brook of my soul."

—Renee Nicole Good, poet murdered by ICE

How 'bout "Rücksichtsloseauffrischendefrustration"?

...though that's only 1 umlaut, sadly 😅

"I sent this official concept to my database.
I mean I posted on my vlog."

Love so much what language is doing here, bordercrossing back & forth btw the mundane & the bureaucratic ❤️‍🔥

Living, by Tracy Fuad — The Bulb Region Living — Tracy Fuad At that time I was still convinced that everything had to be...

We are delighted to publish Tracy Fuad’s (@tracyfuad.bsky.social) extraordinary little poem, “Living.” In just a few words, she manages to build this vast interconnected universe where objects and bodies seamlessly blur together:

bulbregion.com/Living-by-Tr...

"To whom it may concern,
Your work isn’t right for us
At this time. Please consider submitting
To the crushing weight of the inevitable." ❤️‍🔥

—Meghan Harrison

Eephus (2024) I started the game and my second self finished it, although I have no recollection, just someone else’s scorebook. That couldn’t be me, driving out of the parking lot unconsoled and clear-eyed, offering my body and my fellowships to be defaced by history; that couldn’t be me, asleep in the outfield pissing golden Narragansett until it met the Lord’s own dew

Three today from Meghan Harrison!

love this one, after one of my fave movies of last year!

https://www.havehashad.com/ropfz

Beginnings for HAD Simone de Beauvoir once said beginnings are sheer acts of choice. Eliot believed the end and the beginning are all entangled. Anything that falls in-between is collateral. There must be a reason new beginnings are rarely gentle and often messy. Send me anything that explores why that might be the case. Think in terms of a fresh start, a clean slate, the beginning of a long journey, a reset, whether it be literal, metaphorical, or spiritual. Submissions open Wednesday, 1/14, 10 AM (MT) / 12 PM (ET) / 6 PM (CET). Submissions will be capped at 150, so be quick. The nitty-gritty: 750 words for prose (or 2 micro pieces of equal combined length) 1-2 poems & hybrid pieces (each no longer than 2 pages) All submissions will receive a response within 24 hours. Thanks all for participating. 💀 💀 💀 — Sarp

SUBMISSION CALL COMING!

Wednesday, 1/14, 10 AM (MT) / 12 PM (ET) / 6 PM (CET)
Subs will be capped at 150, so be quick.

The nitty-gritty:
750 words for prose (or 2 micro pieces of equal combined length)
1-2 poems & hybrid pieces (each no longer than 2 pages)

guest ed: @sarpsozdinler.bsky.social

I'm also seeing those fences as books, covers as borders, which you can open—suddenly in another world...

Love it—especially those gaps ☺️

🙋 As a poet, is it healthy that I spent yesterday thinking how:

1 ÷ 2 × 3 × 4ˆ5 ÷ 6 × 7 ÷ 8 × 9 + 10 = 2026❔

Anyway, happy 1/2*3*4ˆ5/6*7/8*9+10 everyone❣️

ps. sparknote: 4ˆ5 = 4 to the 5th power = 4×4×4×4×4

Thank you, Jenny!

Life in Leth should come to a routine soon (or soonish?, definitely by March!), so a meeting in Calgary is in order! :)

"These lines capture the book’s tension: mastery of grammar and syntax cannot guarantee belonging." Paisley Conrad reviews 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴
Read the rest at the link: mtlreviewofbooks.ca/reviews/prop...
@pslycnrd.bsky.social

AVENUE A We hardly ever see the moon any more so no wonder it's so beautiful when we look up suddenly and there it is gliding broken-faced over the bridges brilliantly coursing, soft, and a cool wind fans your hair over your forehead and your memories of Red Grooms' locomotive landscape I want some bourbon/you want some oranges/I love the leather jacket Norman gave me and the corduroy coat David gave you, it is more mysterious than spring, the El Greco heavens breaking open and then reassembling like lions in a vast tragic veldt that is far from our small selves and our temporally united passions in the cathedral of Januaries everything is too comprehensible these are my delicate and caressing poems I suppose there will be more of those others to come, as in the past so many! but for now the moon is revealing itself like a pearl to my equally naked heart

Frank O’Hara

My old FIAT Uno was more reliable too. The best thing about that post is that it wasn’t even meant as irony lol

Paintinb as described.

Morning.
Winter landscape with bullfinches, Bruno Liljefors, 1891.