Kim Addonizio

thinking about the concept of a sin-eater today

Michael Robins

Happy birthday to Leonard Cohen, our one true maestro. If you’re familiar with him, celebrate him today by listening to one of his songs, reading his poems. If not yet familiar with the name, today is the day to change that.

thanks for asking, i'm both!

Dunya Mikhail

Michael Robins

the healer has the bloodiest hands — in which they write their medicines into existence via transference; from their own blood into pen to paper to laying their pages across wounds. their bloody hands are not only the blood of those healed. a healer that writes, heals others from within the healer.

yes ur honor i DO have to say n write unsettling weird things or i am liable to commit inconvenient crimes??? duh?? ┐(´ー｀)┌

Michael Robins

poetry prompt of the week: tell me about something a computer could never understand or replicate. tell me about something disgustingly human.

just a reminder that being a writer is not just for sad yearning. use your powers for evil every now and then ok

jenny holzer

Bob Hicok, in an interview with december magazine

“The tree of life is greater than all the helicopters of death.” —Henri Cole

Michael Bazzett

damn,,,, i kinda like don't wish to participate in society anymore.....who up trying to henry david their thoreau

poetry prompt of the week: tell me about something you learned by fucking around and finding out — as poetic as possible, of course ;3

Andrea Cohen

THEREFORE A COMPUTER MUST NEVER MAKE ART

got an "i'm a writer" button for my sash

thought bubble 2day

Our 4-year-old just refered to Statue of Liberty as “that statue that’s holding up an icecream”

Henri Cole

bro do u remember that night on the bridge when u read me ur poem about our hearts being one listen i thought about it if we just hug really tight at the same time i think we could fr make our hearts one c'mon bro trust

poetry prompt of the week: we are beginning this year's harvest. what is in abundance for you? how has your hard work & care fared this season? did it rot? did it burn down? did a small part of the land go untouched? did the locusts come and devour it all? did anything, including you, survive?

Mary Ruefle

oh! you're a writer? what do you write about?

“Perhaps we should stab an evil person and then go to a church or temple or mosque and ask one of the holy people we find there to excuse our behavior based on the idea that it was the knife's fault.” —Bob Hicok

quick list of what my writing consists of

at this rate i'm likely to die from: lust, iron deficiency, or my 23 unfinished poems finally emerging from my drafts and killing me in my sleep

poetry prompt of the week: known for its beauty & mystery, this midnight angel is also known for its deadly delirium side effect. any life that disrupts its routine pays a heavy price. crushed leaves leave a stench. could you describe an embodiment of it? is it you? someone you know?

Natasha Oladokun

The inaugural $2000 Bob Hicok Fellowship for ALL Poets is OPEN right now. Deadline to submit: Aug 31 | Send us your best poems (previously published heartily accepted).

just tryna keep it real and fre$h

big ouch

Spent the evening reading Chris Abani’s Smoking the Bible and was moved by many of the poems. Here’s the final poem.

a moment with yourself today.

don't cry ok? just remember that there is the sun, the wind, there's sapphic writers carving monoliths with just their words that you can feel their fingers shaping each curve as they had seen it themselves for us to experience a fraction of the vision they did, there's the ocean

Henri Cole

poetry prompt of the week: consider this quote: "what's left unsaid is left to scream." do you have something boiling under the surface? pick it apart to tiny pieces. glue it back together in a new shape. speak from a different light. if it hurts - it's not meant to stay in and it must come out.

you do not have to be wanted — to prove you are real.