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There are things that are important beyond all this fiddle, but not right now. A darkening thrush, a skylark, & a nightingale walk into a bar & order Ludlow Ale. Someday, we’ll synthesize hyacinths & biscuits.
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suzydobie.bsky.social
"Turn a noun into a verb."

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#Verbify
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@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
September 24, 2026 at 8:38 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
one of the greats by one of the greats: Brigit Pegeen Kelly’s “The Leaving”
The Leaving My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily. I was a girl then, my chest its own walled garden. How many ladders to gather an orchard? I had only one and a long patience with lit hands and the looking of the stars which moved right through me the way the water moved through the canals with a voice that seemed to speak of this moonless gathering and those who had gathered before me. I put the peaches in the pond's cold water, all night up the ladder and down, all night my hands twisting fruit as if I were entering a thousand doors, all night my back a straight road to the sky. And then out of its own goodness, out of the far fields of the stars, the morning came, and inside me was the stillness a bell possesses just after it has been rung, before the metal begins to long again for the clapper's stroke. The light came over the orchard. The canals were silver and then were not, and the pond was—I could see as I laid the last peach in the water—full of fish and eyes.
September 24, 2026 at 4:29 PM
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onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
If I analyze the grammar of your existence,
I do not have to exist myself.
September 24, 2026 at 7:19 PM
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beetlemoses.bsky.social
Two panel comic. Panel 1: a girl says to a guy, “my homegirl thinks you’re cute.” Panel 2: the guy looks over to the left at the alleged homegirl, who is standing in the corner of the room, dripped out head-to-toe in SpongeBob SquarePants-related merchandise, including but not limited to: a t-shirt that reads: “IF YOU SEE DA POLICE… KRUSTY KRAB”, a best friends forever watch, spongebobs signature black shoes, and Mermaid Man’s belt set to “W” for Wumbo
September 23, 2026 at 6:22 PM
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oddthisday.bsky.social
On this day in 1647, a child was born near Edinburgh with two heads, each one with a single eye in the middle of its face, donkey ears, a tree-trunk-like body, arms sticking out all over, talons, male and female ‘secret parts’, and the legs and feet of oxen. Yes, IT’S ALL TRUE
A 1647 pamphlet: Strange Nevves from SCOTLAND, OR, A ſtrange Relation of a terrible and prodigious Monſter, borne to the amazement of all thoſe that were ſpectators, in the Kingdome of Scotland, in a Village neere Edenborough, call’d Hadensworth, Septem. 24. 1647. and the words the faid Monfter ſpake at its birth: Printed according the Originall Relation ſent overto a great Divine hereafter mentioned. Illustration shows the creature pretty much as described. It appears to have a forearm protruding from each knee.
September 24, 2026 at 9:32 AM
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amsterdamreview.bsky.social
"​​​we come forth and sometimes singing. but no one / cares after the song or what promise, this thing / called faith. the revelation is always home-grown"

3 poems by @kebishop.bsky.social in Amsterdam Review

www.amsterdamreview.org/three-by-karen-elizabeth-bishop.html

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alight ​​​ i thought we were trees, shrieking, dense, millenial. but no, we were hands, we were ocean hands, blind, fleeing, ignorant. unknowing we swept seawater into speech, cleaving, the fugitive madness settles, grief a feathered mouth, a mother that stays, when we face pain she says, alight, child, alight, we are torn, born wanting. hollow as moon & sometimes the fragment is a continent that floats
September 23, 2026 at 12:42 PM
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Yestreen I heard a birdie sing
Inbye a bonnie beech tree hedge
As if it didnae ken nor care
Autumn wis hidin in the sedge…

—Sheena Blackhall, “Autumn XI”
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Autumn IX Sheena Blackhall Yestreen I heard a birdie sing Inbye a bonnie beech tree hedge As if it didnae ken nor care Autumn wis hidin in the sedge The daith o leaves is roon the neuk It peints them yalla, reid an broon An doon they’ll drap like faain rain In waesome Autumn’s dowie croon Sic cheenges cam tae great an sma First ae grey hair, a nippin knee The stert o auld age: clawin cleuks That herald yer mortality Autumn draws near, like cat wi moose It winna stop, nor else devaul A jeelin in a body’s banes A cheenge, the turn frae warm tae caul Noo blawin in the win, dry leaves Like Simmer’s ghaists, ethereal This is the Sizzen o the scythe The nichts draw in, a mournin pall
September 23, 2026 at 2:42 PM
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lauralminor.bsky.social
Jean Valentine 💝
Jean Valentine Door in the Mountain Never ran this hard through the valley never ate so many stars I was carrying a dead deer tied on to my neck and shoulders deer legs hanging in front of me heavy on my chest People are not wanting to let me in Door in the mountain let me in
November 18, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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lauralminor.bsky.social
Timeline Cleanse. 🫶
Let me love you. I love the taste of your thick blood. I keep it for a long time in my toothless mouth. Its ardour burns my throat. I love your sweat. I love to caress your armpits Dripping with ecstasy. Let me love you. Let me lick your closed eyes Let me pierce them with my sharp tongue and fill their hollow with my triumphing saliva Let me blind you. -Joyce Mansour
January 26, 2026 at 6:51 PM
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suzydobie.bsky.social
("they won't look in here") 📦🐈

"Views from a closed box"
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@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
September 22, 2026 at 6:40 PM
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readalittlepoem.bsky.social
“Everything is teetering on the edge of everything / With a polite smile.”

— Charles Simic
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This poem appeared in The Yale Review, Volume 84, No. 4, 1996. Shared here with deep gratitude.
September 22, 2026 at 2:05 PM
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rattlepoetry.bsky.social
Jessica Young from Issue 38, Winter 2012

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www.rattle.com/instructions...

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At night, in bed, you try to sleep but think of the sky. / On a clear evening, 2000 visible stars. Jessica Young from "Instructions Included with Telescope" Issue 38 Winter 2012
September 22, 2026 at 2:43 PM
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mobydickatsea.bsky.social
Convulsively my hands grasped the tiller, but with the crazy conceit that the tiller was, somehow, in some enchanted way, inverted.
September 22, 2026 at 2:47 PM
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dansturn.bsky.social
We have always become
impossible
September 22, 2026 at 1:40 AM
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asls.org.uk
My seventy-seven-year-old father
put his reading glasses on
to help my mother do the buttons
on the back of her dress…

—Jackie Kay, “George Square”
from LIFE MASK, @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social 2005

Today, 21 September, is the International Day of Peace
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George Square by Jackie Kay My seventy-seven-year-old father put his reading glasses on to help my mother do the buttons on the back of her dress. ‘What a pair the two of us are!’ my mother said, ‘Me with my sore wrist, you with your bad eyes, your soft thumbs!’ And off they went, my two parents to march against the war in Iraq, him with his plastic hips, her with her arthritis to congregate at George Square where the banners waved at each other like old friends, flapping, where they’d met for so many marches over their years, for peace on earth, for pity’s sake, for peace, for peace.
September 21, 2026 at 12:47 PM
ourpoetryhole2000.bsky.social
Living Denise Levertov The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun, each day the last day. A red salamander so cold and so easy to catch, dreamily moves his delicate feet and long tail. I hold my hand open for him to go. Each minute the last minute.
September 22, 2026 at 4:14 AM
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onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
My heart is moved by all I cannot save;
September 21, 2026 at 6:55 PM
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cuffianart.bsky.social
Thanks to everyone who came to see our show. My favourite painting, Family Trees, found its new home 👋🎨
September 21, 2026 at 6:29 PM
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christinadaub.bsky.social
“The ur question, always doubt.”

The Poetry
by Paula Meehan
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@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
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The Poetry Was it beaten into me or out of me? The ur question, always doubt. Never certainty, never sure the song is on the right track. I've got it wrong só often, failure is a true friend of my long night's journey into day. My gibbering ghosts must have their say: Mother, Teacher, Lost Child, will not cease until dawn breaks through in brutal peace. Paula Meehan from her pamphlet, “Ten Poems from Ireland,” Candlewick Press, 2016.
September 21, 2026 at 6:48 PM
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suzydobie.bsky.social
Thanks for the repost @ourpoetryhole2000.bsky.social 🙏
September 21, 2026 at 5:00 AM
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ella-b-winters.bsky.social
This week's #FragmentsFriday is inspired by art, the weather and my impending 45th birthday.
With thanks to @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social, as always, for hosting.
August 21, 2026 at 5:38 AM
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vespertine4.bsky.social
Hello @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social👋 Here's my #micropoem for #fragmentsfriday
September 18, 2026 at 6:43 AM
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blackboughpoetry.bsky.social
'The ground is apple-sauce-snow, mid-pink and honey-leaf are drying'

From @literaryvegan.bsky.social 's #Silverbranch #poetry feature. Check it out!

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September 18, 2026 at 7:05 PM
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ella-b-winters.bsky.social
This poem hasn't had much success in finding a publication home, but I like it, so I decided to share it. My little ode to stability, consistency, meeting each other's needs - the unsexy, underrated relationship heroes. You can have it for #SmallPoemSunday, you lucky bunch.

@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
September 20, 2026 at 2:54 PM
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suzydobie.bsky.social
"God send you joy, Petruchio! 'Tis a match."
(William Shakespeare, "Taming of the Shrew" Act II Scene 1)

Catch 22

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@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
September 20, 2026 at 11:52 PM