Zoe Korte (they/them)

[How to document a passing world?]

#smallpoemsunday (late entry) by @maiakotro.bsky.social

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A small white piece of an ancient mosaic, I hold it on my palm. Her time here someone else’s spring, a palace spring, company all the time, some part of hope, a continent. March rain, first flowers. Did anyone see her with purple anemones in her eyes, but for Antinous.

some part of hope, a continent.

Mirkka Rekola, tr. Anselm Hollo

ao3: down
wife: working
vodka: empty
i am forcibly removed out of hedonism and into lent 😩😩

People overseas love their kids just as much as you love yours. Your kids aren’t more special just because they were born on US soil

Black and white photo of Marjane Satrapi with the quote: "The world is not divided between East and West. You are American. I am Iranian, we don't know each other, but we talk and we understand each other perfectly. The difference between you and your government is much bigger than the difference between you and me. And the difference between me and my government is much bigger than the difference between me and you. And our governments are very much the same."

Once again.

a black and white typography edit that reads "i am making permanent choices because i want permanent changes." the text is in all caps and is printed over a opened case of tools. the image is textured with very small halftone dots

i ❣️ bodily autonomy

"The Islamists oppose women getting an education," I mutter, as I aim my missile at the girls school

today a man at work pointed out my acne and told me to take better care of my skin because god only gave me one body, then proceeded to hand me a newspaper article about himself and give me a fist bump 🙃🙃

Today was a good day to remember that some days are like that, even in Australia. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

bro whyyyyyy do ppl ask the psychosis machine for child rearing advice 🤮🤮

…fighting to un-hear…

Here’s Catch by @burgi.bsky.social
for #smallpoemsunday
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Where is the star? Hail winter’s roses On the earth, rays white The black knot of cloud Traduction fondue: Les quatre vents de l’espirit, Victor Hugo.

I bought daffodils for St. David’s Day membranes white and sheer wrapping round the stalks like leeks before leaves and buds break free. I bought daffodils for St. David’s Day, today, no Welsh in me.

Two small ones. The first from "Verfondre | Wormmelt," Annick MacAskill’s new chapbook with Baseline Press, the second my little ditty for the day. #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

For #smallpoemsunday
This delayed Spring, lost love miniature gem by Eugenio Montale from Xenia 1 (tr. Arrowsmith)

Spring comes on with its heavy fogs,
long daylights and unbearable hours.
Never again will I hear you struggling with the backwash of time, or ghosts

I keep thinking about how the propaganda leading to this war was all about how you needed to rescue women and the first thing they did was kill dozens of little girls.

the worlds not over
keep taking your meds
keep taking your HRT
keep scheduling surgeries
keep talking to friends
keep eating
keep sleeping
the worlds not over
you're still needed

The words ‘tree’ and ‘truth’ spring from the same Indo-European root, <deru>, which means ‘to be firm, to be solid.’ A tree is truth. Truth is a tree.

-Janet Lembke,
from Tuscan Trees

Samuel Menashe

#smallpoemsunday
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THIN GOD Thin God slipped into the crack in my eyelid, and that was how I came to know my mother. Thin God promised me more time, but I knew Thin God always lied in the morning. Thin God convinced the aliens to cleave a cloud into a boy and a girl. Instead, the aliens created a comedian and a bird. Thin God ate the aliens and gave me a baby. Thin God told me my story had a twist ending, but by the time I fell asleep with the baby in my arms, I forgot I was in a story at all.

One of mine in @passagesnorth.bsky.social

#smallpoemsunday
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Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn

#smallpoemsunday
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text over a snowy image that reads: roused from sleep: it's snowing and there's a baby doll in the yard

It's #smallpoemsunday, so hi, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social. It's snowing here and I'm remembering the morning I woke up to this announcement:

#poetry #micropoetry

#smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Ching An (1851-1912) in
The Clouds Should Know Me By Now: Buddhist Poet Monks of China, p.186.

For my fourth and final #writing-related post this week, here’s a piece for @tomsnarsky.bsky.social and #smallpoemsunday

‘HEAVY BIRD’

#poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #swan

A little whimsy and #PamelaAnderson appreciation for #SmallPoemSunday.

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A small poem by Ian Boyden based on a child’s name. The name is in both Chinese language characters and its poetic English interpretation by Ian.

A small poem by Ian Boyden based on a child’s name. The name is in both Chinese language characters and its poetic English interpretation by Ian.

Ian Boyden wrote poems that “illuminate a hidden landscape in the names of children killed in the 2008 Sichuan earthquake.” Here are two, so delicate, so powerful. From his book, “A Forest of Names, 108 Meditations”.
#smallpoemsunday #haiku
#blueskypoetry #poetry

Having Given Birth, the Atheist Reconsiders She is no one's goddaughter. She is her own little god.

Mairead Small Staid from Poetry March 2026

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Tourist by Sonia Feldman #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

IF YOURE STRUGGLING FOR JUSTICE, YOU CAN NEVER LOSE, EVEN IF THEY KILL YOU
-Kwame Ture speaking at The University of Georgia

There should be an Earth for people who don't hate all living things

Ex hale

Pollen is the exhalation of the flower.
The poem is the exhalation of the author.
Death is the life of the flower deer.

Cecilia Vicuña tr. Daniel Borzutzky