River Elizabeth Hall

Ditto! Glad you found me on here! Hope to read or hear YOU read more of your wonderful work sometime in the near future.

THANK YOU to Ariel Basom for hosting last night's Collections reading at Hugo House. And to the other great writers: James Keith Smith, @riverhallpoet.bsky.social, Rosa Singer, Isla McKetta, Sara Ramos-Amador, Jalyn Renae Fiske, and Hoard Explorer. I feel lucky to have been among such great writers!

I am not sure that I have ever felt so disappointed in so many people as I do right now.

Those I seem to be the least disillusioned with are fellow poets and artists. Thank you for seeing the world so clearly, in all its fantastic and devastating realness. It's hard to hold it all, I know.

If you’re in the Seattle area, I’ll be reading at Third Place Books Seward Park tonight as part of the release of Campfire Stories: San Juan Islands, edited by Dave & Ilyssa Kyu and published by Mountaineers Books. 7-8p.

Join us!

www.thirdplacebooks.com/event/ilyssa...

Last time I felt this way was September 12th 2001.

I usually hate September. But this is next level. Guys, I am not ok. Like. I don't know what I feel right now. It's a massive shift.

Terror. I think it's terror. The kind that's slow and paralyzed and helpless. Abandoned on a beach, nowhere to run, and a tsunami pulling the water out to the ocean.

I am feeling really fucking burned out by humanity tonight, folks. I don't think I'm alone in that. Feeling pretty hopeless. That's it. That's the poem.

I want to discover some new lit mags! What lit mags have you all had positive experiences with this year? I'm gearing up to do loads of submissions, and I want to expand my list!

#poetrysubmission #poetry #literarymagazines #submissions

#writingCommunity #poem #poetry #art

Maybe it's just the fascist ambience. :(

What if she's actually running the country? 🫠

Today’s poem is selected by Molly Zhu as part of the 20th anniversary of Read A Little Poetry.

“Torn Map” appeared in Everything Comes Next by Naomi Shihab Nye, published by Greenwillow Books, 2020. Shared here with deep gratitude.

You'll usually get it in 3 if you do this 😁

"Crane" is most likely to give a letter or two on the 1st try. Strategically, the 2nd guess shouldn't include any letters from the 1st guess even if you got some correct. I often use "stoup" as my second guess. Eliminate more letters quickly and simultaneously use the most common letters.

Thanks for sharing it. You don't have to be well-known or published, just a local poet. That's the only requirement!

I am trying to compile a list of Seattle area poets! Let's connect! Are you a Seattle area poet? Do you know a Seattle poet? Lmk if you want to be added:

bsky.app/profile/did:...

This poem. Why does this season I love so much make me sad?

Makes me wonder how drunk those two were. It's such a wild story.

Gun laws in Texas - Wikipedia

You don't even need a permit to have a gun in Texas. I just took a little look at the gun laws there. It's wild. Check it out:

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Same. I also didn't know this, but I am 100% certain I would not have let a friend shoot me in the head ever in any circumstance. Were they idiots because they weren't aware Kevlar was single use or because they took turns shooting each other? Methinks the latter.

There comes a day when the trees refuse to let you pass until you name them. Stones speak up and reveal themselves as the poor of your new country. Then you see that the moon has chosen to follow you here and find you humming the music you stuffed your ears against. You dream, in a language you never wanted to understand. When you pick up the telephone, the voices from home arrive sighing, bent by the ocean. Their letters bear postage stamps that surprise you with their strange, bright birds. Lisel Mueller, from “Your Tired, Your Poor”

There comes a day when the trees

refuse to let you pass

until you name them.

-Lisel Mueller, from "Your Tired, Your Poor"
#everynightapoem #fragment

wild tickseed sunflowers blossom softest stars across the burnished estuary

softly rolling to September

The Taliban today banned poetry.

Be ungovernable but it’s me unable to participate normally in a social event

From Lucille Clifton's book, How to Carry Water.

Published by @boa-editions.bsky.social. Get it here: bit.ly/howtocarrywater

#poem #books #writing

love love love

❛ We go to poetry, we go to literature in general, to be forwarded within ourselves.

Poet Seamus Heaney, who died #OTD in 2013.

Everything is terrible, except the view-from-below paws of this ready-to-sew trompe l’oeil cat issued by Arnold Print Works, MA c. 1892 (courtesy Fashion and Textile Museum London)

this is just how it feels sometimes

Today’s poem is selected by Caitlin Cowan (@caitlincowan.bsky.social) as part of the 20th anniversary of Read A Little Poetry.

“Hurry” appeared in The Kingdom of the Ordinary by Marie Howe, published by W. W. Norton, 2009. Shared here with deep gratitude.