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Really, Really Well It rained. It was raining. We waited inside the paint cans. Your paint can was sundrop. My paint can was gun. The wind was standing by the pantry. Eyeing the eyeglasses. Looking deeply into the seasoning beside the giant mugs of coffee. The coins and the fake teeth and the cheese whiz were not ours. I wanted to tell you first, how I'm sending a message to the chili committee. It will make everything okay. Once it's sent, we'll be doing really well for ourselves. Really, really well. We wait for our paintings to dry. Our paintings are made of stray cattle. Our paintings are made of glass. When the time comes, you add, the sea will no longer sing. I gather my things and read by the pool. Life is cruel yet my arms still work.

my poem in @somewordslit.bsky.social

Mike Bagwell : Four poems Tomorrow, the Things We Want But In Having, Reject Out of Fear   Just like the ocean, we get by with only the basic information. W...

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It was a pleasure to read my poem at the 35th anniversary of Geist magazine last night. Such a beautiful issue and very moving words from founder, Steve Osborne. Many thanks to Emma & Dayna for having me & welcoming me so warmly

blue no matter who by Kristin Lueke the rules are rigid & exacting in the matter of the state versus everything the rules say—suffer i say burn

i'm a big @klooky.bsky.social fan. today on @burialmagazine.bsky.social

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Send us a receipt of your donation to an aid organization in MN and Nate will send you a PDF of his first book!

Tomorrow’s front page of the Minnesota Star Tribune: Jan. 23, 2026

University of Minnesota to offer virtual learning options as feds continue immigration enforcement University leadership says it will “support students who may need accommodations for virtual attendance” at the start of the 2026 spring semester.

The University of Minnesota says it will “support students who may need accommodations for virtual attendance” at the start of the 2026 spring semester.

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Donate to Help a Trans Disabled Artist Make Ends Meet, organized by nat raum Hi, my name is Nat and I was fired from my job on 9/11/25 for reasons I feel are … nat raum needs your support for Help a Trans Disabled Artist Make Ends Meet

hi. i got hit with news that was absolutely blindsiding today and am unsure how i am going to pay my bills this month. i started a gofundme. this is really fucking hard for me to do; please share.

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Morgan L. Ventura is a writer, poet, translator, and former archaeologist. In November 2025 they hosted the Archaeological Achievement Awards for the Council for British Archaeology, sharing two… Archaeological Achievement Awards 2025 - Poems by Morgan L. Ventura

We’re delighted to share two poems by @morganvl.bsky.social, Aquatic Dirge and Error File Not Found, which were performed at the Archaeological Achievement Awards last November.

Huge thanks to Morgan for brilliantly hosting the awards and for sharing their poetry.

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the colors of the MN state flag, a laser loon with the state flag Northstar on his chest, pointing his lasers upwards, through the neck of a Don't Tread ON Me snake, while the laser loon's beak holds the body of the snake. The severed snake head is on the ground. Written beneath: DONT TREAD ON US

the person who redesigned our state (MN) flag made this and it makes me very happy

“what i want? is a room where the light finds me / easy & all that we need, we have.”

— Kristin Lueke (@klooky.bsky.social)

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This poem appeared in Burningword Literary Journal, Issue 113, 2025. Shared here with deep gratitude.

Jacob Frey: "To ICE -- get the fuck out of Minneapolis"

Piżama Press 2026! The covers of two upcoming poetry collections: John's Table by Lesle Lewis & Split/Game of Little Deaths by Réka Nyitrai

Introducing two new Piżama titles for 2026! We’re thrilled to be releasing these wonderful poetry collections this year. Both books are available now to pre-order & will be out on May 27, 2026.

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baby's fourth pushcart nom ❤️‍🔥 big love to @okaydonkeymag.com

feel like we should get punch cards and once you hit ten someone comes over and gives you a little forehead kiss

flyer for "an exquisite corpse closing reading" at the desert mystery center in albuquerque saturday, december 13 6pm 400 14th St SW ABQ NM 87102

do any of you live in albuquerque or what, i'm reading poems tonight in a cozy place where recently 27 (maybe more) mostly living artists contributed to a living room sized exquisite corpse

Grateful to have a strange little poem in the latest edition of Buffalox8. The poem is a loose tautogram (most words begin with 'd') in which all of the 'd' words were sourced from a local newspaper. @buffalomag.bsky.social buffalojournal.tumblr.com/post/8017048...

flossers by Jessy Randall: pen and ink drawing of two plastic floss picks on pavement

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deluxe version with the red cover

about the author Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi’s work has been translated into sixteen languages. Kiik performed the translations though he has never been able to learn a foreign language and is mildly illiterate in English. The translations exist as conjectures of what Kiik’s voice might do if he was a Swedish, a Chinese, etc. As a result the Swedish and Chinese work is very clever. A literary critic once wrote Kiik please stay out of my garden I need those vegetables to make soup. In his pocket the locks of twelve children. Doused and scoured using twelve emulsions. Milky swampy perfumed. In his garden a row of twelve scalped turnips. Pale ghost riders. Paw of snowmelt resting on its heart of mud.

on thursday we made love Upon dead camellia blooms Caterpillars fell from the foxglove Stuck spines in us as we rolled through I saw your neighbors in their window above Holding those rosemallows they rescued I burned every sweet thing in the oven Twice yikes I was thinking about you

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DISINTEGRATION DELUXE! Today is the six month anniversary of our first release! To celebrate, we're releasing a digital edition for the very first time

🎨 Feat. 20 additional poems & illustrations (as well as a remixed red cover), this one’s for the superfans who need more Kiik

Dracula dad letting us know volume five of Buffalo x 8 is forthcoming

Best Lit Mag Awards - Chill Subs Welcome to Chill Subs' 3rd annual Community Favorites Best Lit Mag Awards! Vote for your favorite literary magazines and celebrate the publications that make our community thrive.

You can vote for us now or wait until volume five arrives on December 1!
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🚨 I have a new chapbook out in the world! 🚨

The Man is a sequence of 24 micro poems, all beginning with ‘The Man’. I also provided the doodles for the cover. I have 50 copies & they’re all pay-what-you-want (+ $4 for shipping) so DM me if you want a copy! 📚❤️

for the evening crowd

Episode 299 - Rob Mclennan Podcast Episode · Talkingbooksandstuff's podcast · 13/09/2025 · 28m

hey! i got podcast interviewed by Dennis Rimmer at Talking Books & Stuff for the book of sentences (UCalgary Press) over the summer + apparently it is online! you should take a listen, / @ucalgarypress.bsky.social ;
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Dada After we measured your belly and declared it the largest, you became our family's father. Largest Dada, our new great papa. We had a party to mark the day as celebration. You didn't wear a shirt. You weren't allowed. You had to stand still at the Dada Party so that guests could measure your depths. All guests arrived with dying in their mouths. To pay you respect, some wore pillows in their shirts. Others packed balloons to let you know that you were the new father of our family. Near dawn, we stuck out our guts for as long as we could, expanding and expanding as we gathered more cheers. You are here with us now. Our dear Dada, long papa, new dad. Your stomach is thunderous. We trust it will help.

a prose poem of mine in the newest issue of Water~Stone Review

Bozo didn’t do a good job of hiding his identity!

bad news about the divine let’s be honest, everyone is my brother is sorrow. I thank the god of dogs we aren’t alone!

two small #smallpoemsunday poems from Lemmy Ya’akova for you all on this wonderful thursday!

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Thanks to City Lit Books in Logan Square for having @bethrooney.bsky.social & me read from Leaf Town Forever at story time today & thanks to all the cute families & one adorable pup for coming!

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