Shane Schick

Good morning.
📸: Me

"The pen, the pot of ink, the strewn pages."

Goodnight from Raymond Carver.

Saw a submission call asking for writers to send poems that "perform Olympic feats with language."

Bro, I'm lucky if I achieve Little League feats with language.

Can't stop, won't stop.

📸: Me

A little spark of a poem from me for #smallpoemsunday. Cheers to
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!

Hold your fire.

📸: Me

So grateful for my three kids but also always missing my own father, which is why I'm resharing this poem that was originally published in Juniper: A Poetry Journal.

A while back something really terrible happened to our church.

We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.

tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation

Missing my father on what would have been his birthday.

Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.

Oh please, world, open for us.

Please, unfold your delicate petals.

Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.

Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)

Me and my idea for a poem before we've figured out how to actually write the poem.

(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)

Good morning. Happy Easter. He is risen.

Not necessarily my most productive year so far, but at least I still enjoy the challenge.

(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)

Your best yet. Congrats.

I wrote a sad poem and it felt so gooooooooood

I probably spent a collective two-plus hours walking in the city today. At one point I stopped in a coffee shop to write a poem and now I'm about to write another and I don't think it's a coincidence.

It's a poem about aging, the joy of living and the relationship between fathers and sons.

It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.

Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!

www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...

"Write from a feeling of untapped life that has become so huge that it is like a massive mountain gathering inside of you."

A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.

Saturday mornings are for coffee, reading poetry or fiction (okay, a few essays too) and generally not leaving my favorite space.

"And every night I look through my telescope to see if anything's fluttering or sputtering"

Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?

"I still walk into a bookstore or a library convinced that I might be on the threshold that will open up onto what I most need or desire."

Rebecca Solnit on the power and pleasure of books.

The latest from me!

Well, it took until Feb. 20 but I just got my first poetry acceptance of 2025 and boy, am I grateful someone actually wants to publish something I've written again.

I bought a notebook with a white cover that got smudged.

The stationary store used these paper bags with old advertisements all over them that I loved, so I re-covered the notebook with it.

Small joys, small victories.

Long before we were Mommy and Daddy,

or even Mr. And Mrs.,

we were just Me and You.

No matter what, we'll always be Us. #valentinesday

📷: AJ

I had not read "English" before. Wow.

"In the dark
I thought of a radiant ordinariness
That burned, that burned and burned."

(Robert Hass, 'A Sunset')

📷: Me

You must, must, MUST read Scaffolding by Lauren Elkin!

Create anything,
even just a bad haiku.
Then make it better.

Every time I manage to write a poem lately, like tonight, I feel like I've successfully managed to walk a mile against a gust of strong wind.

(Or maybe, to be more precise, hot air)