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Steve McOrmond

@stevemcormond.bsky.social

Author of four books of poetry, most recently Reckon (2018). New chapbook with Baseline Press: https://www.baselinepress.ca/#/jacaranda-trees-mexico-city-steve-mcormond-2025

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Blue and white patterned ceramic teapot in the shape of an octopus with head to the right and legs to the left

Blue and white patterned ceramic teapot in the shape of an octopus with head to the right and legs to the left

Octopus Teapot by Japanese ceramic artist Keiko Masumoto #womensart

19.02.2026 05:51 β€” πŸ‘ 937    πŸ” 175    πŸ’¬ 8    πŸ“Œ 13
Succession

The seasons falter as we do. They come
with uncertain certainties. Intention shows
but it's always as if they were new and before they learn
the work, it's another season anyway.

Succession The seasons falter as we do. They come with uncertain certainties. Intention shows but it's always as if they were new and before they learn the work, it's another season anyway.

William Bronk, born on this day in 1918

17.02.2026 20:53 β€” πŸ‘ 11    πŸ” 3    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
EARTHLY FAILURE

The copier grew tired of copying, 
made a terrible, sick sound
and died.

I told my friends the poem was 
blurry because the copier wept
while reading it.

That poem ruined the world,
it made everyone shy.

Now I've ruined the poem,
there's nothing left
but a knight sticking his sword
in a snail.

EARTHLY FAILURE The copier grew tired of copying, made a terrible, sick sound and died. I told my friends the poem was blurry because the copier wept while reading it. That poem ruined the world, it made everyone shy. Now I've ruined the poem, there's nothing left but a knight sticking his sword in a snail.

Another poem from Mary Ruefle's Dunce (2019)

11.02.2026 20:03 β€” πŸ‘ 237    πŸ” 49    πŸ’¬ 6    πŸ“Œ 3
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Extreme Cold Warning

#photo #photograph #photography #Toronto #GTA

12.02.2026 12:20 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Another -21C morning in Toronto

#photo #photography #photograph #GTA #toronto #torontolife

09.02.2026 13:35 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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-20 Celsius Morning, Toronto

#photo #photography #photograph #Toronto #GTA

24.01.2026 13:18 β€” πŸ‘ 20    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0
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The Sky This Morning

#photo #photograph #toronto #GTA #photography

16.01.2026 14:12 β€” πŸ‘ 17    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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West

#photo #photography #northvan #vancouver #blackandwhitephotography

11.01.2026 12:37 β€” πŸ‘ 14    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
The Oldest Living Thing in L.A.
At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum Trying to cross the street. It was late, the street Was brightly lit, the opossum would take A few steps forward, then back away from the breath Of moving traffic. People coming out of the bars Would approach, as if to help it somehow.
It would lift its black lips & show them
The reddened gums, the long rows of incisors, Teeth that went all the way back beyond The flames of Troy & Carthage, beyond sheep Grazing rock-strewn hills, fragments of ruins In the grass at San Vitale. It would back away Delicately & smoothly, stepping carefully
As it always had. It could mangle someone's hand In twenty seconds. Mangle it for good. It could Sever it completely from the wrist in forty.
There was nothing to be done for it. Someone Or other probably called the LAPD, who then Called Animal Control, who woke a driver, who Then dressed in mailed gloves, the kind of thing Small knights once wore into battle, who gathered Together his pole with a noose on the end, A light steel net to snare it with, someone who hoped The thing would have vanished by the time he got there.

The Oldest Living Thing in L.A. At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum Trying to cross the street. It was late, the street Was brightly lit, the opossum would take A few steps forward, then back away from the breath Of moving traffic. People coming out of the bars Would approach, as if to help it somehow. It would lift its black lips & show them The reddened gums, the long rows of incisors, Teeth that went all the way back beyond The flames of Troy & Carthage, beyond sheep Grazing rock-strewn hills, fragments of ruins In the grass at San Vitale. It would back away Delicately & smoothly, stepping carefully As it always had. It could mangle someone's hand In twenty seconds. Mangle it for good. It could Sever it completely from the wrist in forty. There was nothing to be done for it. Someone Or other probably called the LAPD, who then Called Animal Control, who woke a driver, who Then dressed in mailed gloves, the kind of thing Small knights once wore into battle, who gathered Together his pole with a noose on the end, A light steel net to snare it with, someone who hoped The thing would have vanished by the time he got there.

Larry Levis

09.01.2026 21:17 β€” πŸ‘ 27    πŸ” 7    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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Sunrise, North Vancouver

#photo #photography #photograph #northvan #vancouver

09.01.2026 13:01 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
Preview
Four Poems Founded in 2012 by Dallas Hudgens, Relegation Books works to connect readers and writers on a smaller, more intimate scale, understanding that success isn't always measured by sales numbers.

"It was like there
was music going on, like a soundtrack,
but when I focused it was just
the humidifier coughing."

#TodaysPoem #poetry
Elegy by Stuart Ross (@razovsky.bsky.social) (2025 Relegation Books)

08.01.2026 12:58 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Sunrise, North Vancouver

#photo #photograph #photography #vancouver #northvan

07.01.2026 13:53 β€” πŸ‘ 17    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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The Great Beyond

#vancouver #photo #photography #photograph

06.01.2026 12:54 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Jericho Beach, Vancouver

#vancouver #photo #photograph #photography

02.01.2026 17:05 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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Sunset, Ambleside Beach, West Vancouver

#photo #photography #photograph #photooftheday #vancouver #vancouver_canada

01.01.2026 14:35 β€” πŸ‘ 11    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
Poetry chapbook Jacaranda Trees, Mexico City by Steve McOrmond sits atop a notebook with an ornate gold cover, with a black pen nearby

Poetry chapbook Jacaranda Trees, Mexico City by Steve McOrmond sits atop a notebook with an ornate gold cover, with a black pen nearby

Handwritten transcription of a selection from Jacaranda Trees, Mexico City by Steve McOrmond (Baseline Press)

Handwritten transcription of a selection from Jacaranda Trees, Mexico City by Steve McOrmond (Baseline Press)

Close-up of handwritten transcription of a selection from Jacaranda Trees, Mexico City by Steve McOrmond (Baseline Press)

Close-up of handwritten transcription of a selection from Jacaranda Trees, Mexico City by Steve McOrmond (Baseline Press)

"The neighbour's
balcony dog, a bullmastiff, barks at passersby,
rains down slobber from above."

#TodaysPoem #poetry
from Jacaranda Trees, Mexico City by @stevemcormond.bsky.social (2025 Baseline Press) www.baselinepress.ca#/jacaranda-t...

21.12.2025 16:23 β€” πŸ‘ 6    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Predawn, Toronto

#photo #photograph #photography #toronto #GTA #torontolife #photooftheday

21.12.2025 12:57 β€” πŸ‘ 12    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Winter Sunrise

#toronto #torontolife #photo #photography

18.12.2025 13:36 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Stuck (Colours of Late Autumn)

#photo #photography #photograph

17.12.2025 13:03 β€” πŸ‘ 11    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
THE COMING OF LIGHT
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.

THE COMING OF LIGHT Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.

Mark Strand, with the Hanukkah content we all need right now.

16.12.2025 20:18 β€” πŸ‘ 39    πŸ” 15    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Before Sunrise (Sky over Lake Ontario)

#GTA #Toronto #photo #photography #photograph

16.12.2025 12:40 β€” πŸ‘ 34    πŸ” 8    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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Blocks

#photograph #photography #gentrification #demolition #GTA #Toronto

14.12.2025 14:28 β€” πŸ‘ 5    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Untitled

#filmphotography #35mm #analogphotography #photo #photography

14.12.2025 14:25 β€” πŸ‘ 14    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Demolition

#photo #photography #photograph

14.12.2025 14:08 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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The Day After

#photograph #photography #photo

14.12.2025 12:30 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Sunrise over Lake Ontario

#GTA #Toronto #photo #photography

14.12.2025 11:47 β€” πŸ‘ 4    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Predawn

#Toronto #TO #GTA #photo #photography #photograph

12.12.2025 18:39 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Snow

#photography #photo #photograph #photooftheday

12.12.2025 12:43 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
To try, like Descartes, to determine whether there are animals on the moon, how avalanches work, and the structure of snowflakes.

To be suspicious of anyone who claims to only want to do you good.

To seek the intelligence of secrecy rather than that of clarity. Without really knowing what that means.

To be guided in all endeavors by Bismarck’s maxim: In politics, as in everything else, follow the straight path because you’re sure to have it all to yourself.

To try, like Descartes, to determine whether there are animals on the moon, how avalanches work, and the structure of snowflakes. To be suspicious of anyone who claims to only want to do you good. To seek the intelligence of secrecy rather than that of clarity. Without really knowing what that means. To be guided in all endeavors by Bismarck’s maxim: In politics, as in everything else, follow the straight path because you’re sure to have it all to yourself.

Pascalle Monnier, tr. Cole Swensen

09.12.2025 04:59 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 3    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Rough winds do shake

#photo #photograph #photography

09.12.2025 12:49 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0