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feminist discourse is so interesting when it's between women and about who u can really trust

PLEASE SHARE! I am raising funds for a dear friend and member of the literary as well as arts communities.

$5 and $10 goes a long way! Reshares even further! We are just $800 from our goal and my hope is bluesky can take us the rest of the way. 💛💛💛

chuffed.org/project/1299...

Before Losing Yourself Completely to Love Drop bread crumbs around your feet. You will find yourself far away and hungry.

mark yakich —

so into this painting of a bath today

image of text that says "theirye're*"

we should be spelling everything this way

i miss rilke

Deadline soon!

An Exmoor Horn ram

look at this absolute unit.

here is my new poem in The Paris Review, about a toilet www.theparisreview.org/poetry/8360/...

this is the funniest thing in the world to me though

Self-Portrait as Hélène Delmaire's Painting of a Woman in the Bathtub whose face you cannot see. Head to knees, back bare, shoulders sloped toward shadow. I bow to the ache. Surrender in the color between greens: my thinking serpentine: cinching the waist of the world. The bathwater is still, but the walls are moving. When two paths cross, the colors bleed. Muddied pinks, burst of rivered yellow. Winter in the plains. How when spring came, it was earned. I am listening for the echo of a bell beneath my tongue. The condition of woman is to stay. The condition of woman is to grieve. Weeping, I refuse—

Painting by Hélène Delmaire of a woman in a bathtub, whose face you cannot see

obsessed with this painting by Hélène Delmaire, which inspired this ekphrastic poem from We Contain Landscapes. it’s a sonnet that breaks off, with fewer syllables at the last line, bc the speaker is crying. how to surrender to grief while refusing to be subsumed by it? WCL is forthcoming in March 🌀

"Lilting" from my book Tenderness

Pale yellow flyer: 29 - 30 Nov. 2024 (2nd iteration) Global Reading for Freedom of Expression and in Solidarity with Palestine and Lebanon. 24 Hours, starting at 17.00 Palestine time.

Join poets, publishers & readers from around the world for 24hr Global Reading for Freedom of Expression & in Solidarity with Palestine & Lebanon

Fri. 29 Nov
From 5pm EET / 3pm UK
Live stream: m.youtube.com/watch?v=RxJN...

this is an unrelated photo of my wall many years ago that I'm just putting in to get the post more visibility. there's a bulletin board with photos, postcards, and notes, a few framed images, a stem of lantern plant, dowels with rolls of washi tape, and a shelf with books.

okay here it is: a big thread of small businesses & artists who sell beautiful things. if I can vouch personally for quality (from previous orders) I will include that. I'll try to include shop location, too. if you want to buy presents that are original AND non-corporate, here you go!

Applications for our 2025 Margins and Open City Fellowships are NOW OPEN to NYC tristate area-based Asian American & Asian diasporic writers through December 15! ✨

Share this with the writers in your community! Learn more and apply at aaww.org/fellowships.

Shout out to buildings for keeping us dry when it’s raining!

Here’s the new edition of my poetry collection 100 Chinese Silences, recently reissued by the wonderful open-access publisher punctum books. Order the paperback or download the free e-book here: punctumbooks.com/titles/100-c...

I don’t believe the old when they walk By me holding hands how can they love Each other’s bodies when the young Girl with breasts as soft & bouncy as The breasts of stars walks past them in a tank Top they smile at her this happened Today I was upset I asked them about her They didn’t notice the girl I was Upset I asked if they had any Identification they looked down & shook Their heads I arrested them both they Were sent to separate prisons my name Is radko yakovich Soviet guard Budapest October 15 1968

this M.A. Vizsolyi poem has haunted me for years, never more than now

In non fraud news- Alaa basically forced me to video call her even though she has plenty of other documentation (including an insta that predated the war and tons of unique photos) so I could see her adorable twins who waved at me while the quadcopter flew overhead

face dripping into another face sketch in charcoal

two faces laughing in charcoal

a zine of beautiful illustrations i just bought

The Refaat Alareer Camp - by The Sameer Project The Sameer Project, a grassroots aid organization led by four Palestinians in the diaspora, is proud to announce our first tent encampment project that provides shelter and specialized support to disp...

Good evening yall, we will be posting upcoming workshops and ways to plug in soon but for now please turn your attention to the Refaat Alareer camp run by the Sameer Project! It’s proving much needed medical and mental health care for those in GZ: tinyurl.com/sameerproject-central

Line Drawing/Grid/Text(ile), Variation, Layered Print on Hahnemühle Textured Paper

ink wash painting cow is drinking water and grandmother places her hand on its nape. This day again we have spent together, each of our feet swollen, each of us lonely, Poem by Kim Chong-sam (1921-1984) Translated by Jack Jung

Kim Chong-sam belonged to a generation of poets who came of age during the Korean War. Unlike some of his contemporaries who were drawn to cutting-edge poetic forms and maximalism, Kim Chong-sam was drawn to silence, and his poems were characterized by absences and excisions.

some of my 35mm photos from the underground bookstore in nanjing

I'm not big on happy / motivational poems, but I do love poems that point toward unseen sources of light. I need that right now, more light.

Anyway, I'll be sharing some over the next few days/weeks, if that's appealing.

To start, here's "Everything Lies in All Directions" by @huaxi.bsky.social 🌿

circle all the eggs

a new poem published in the yale review..