New spring issue just dropped!

Congrats @joebarca.bsky.social good to see this again!

Honored.

“The Yips” by Joe Barca I play pickleball—a lot can’t get my serve in the inkwell is dry my poems are all shitty I fail again and again someone says

a word thief hovers
in the attic of my mind

—Joe Barca @joebarca.bsky.social
www.rattle.com/the-yips-by-...

Wink :)

Merci:)

had a poem published in my dream journal yesterday. The magazine is called Rattle. And the poem is about Pickleball.

#poetry

swimming
with snow minnows
silence

❤️

I make you a bowl of soup. You dump it on the floor and wear the bowl on your head. I cry. You say don’t cry over spilled soup. You needed a new hat and you wanted to inhale the scent of vegetable broth. The best of both galaxies. I say the Sombrero Galaxy. You say the Cartwheel Galaxy. The Black Eye Galaxy. I say the Fireworks Galaxy. The Pinwheel Galaxy. You say how many light years? I say 2.5 million. You say it’s not enough and then you pull yourself apart. I place the bowl on my head. Eat soup off the floor. Calculate my love in light years. -sarah mills

This is what happens when you read Anne Carson and Sabrina Orah Mark on the same day 🫣

#poetry

:)

marriage
one infinite
pie