got to read a favorite poem to some adorable farm friends

Late night reading with Rainer cherries and The Wind Spirit. I also watched the meteor shower at 3 a.m…

I’ve been working on my French lately… 📚

beautiful post-rain clouds here in New Jersey… 🌧️

I do not think I could ever properly prank someone. It would break my heart

From “St. Paul and All That,” by Frank O’ Hara.

I hope university presidents are learning this lesson in light of the current targeting of Columbia. There is no amount of repression you can engage in that will satisfy the Trump administration. The repression simply makes you visible, a metonym for the problem and a target for punishment.

Breaking: WASHINGTON (AP) — 21 civil service employees are resigning from Elon Musk's DOGE, refusing to "dismantle critical public services."

very sad to learn of Danielle Legros George's passing. what a poet, so attuned to both history & dream. what a community builder, as Boston Poet Laureate & as a person who always asked about you, yes you, & meant it

How are any of you writing poetry right now? I admire you.

Lately for both poetry and painting, I’ve been looking at cave drawings/paintings. Look at this one, over 29,000 years old. Isn’t that beautiful, I think

I wrote two new poems in the last few days, and I also cooked this Cornish hen with rosemary mashed potatoes tonight!!

James Schuyler

“Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur / Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.” —W.H. Auden’s “In Praise of Limestone.”

Happy lunar new year! I cooked a Cantonese roasted duck for a dinner with friends, it took me two days. 🪿🎉

Some Manet on his birthday

haircut + 5 A.M. writing club 🌎

"Washington was calm, murderous, neo-classical. More lies than cherry trees and nothing changed." Robert Hass

intense and sudden desire at 5 am to see Montreal again, and Niagara Falls…

drinking a bit too much earl grey tonight

From Spring Up Everlasting by @williamwoolfitt.bsky.social

Bach double violin concerto redoubling through the brain

bb’s debut year is here! We Contain Landscapes, my first book of poems, comes out in March with @tinhouse.bsky.social 🌀 it would mean a lot to me if you preordered the book for yourself &/or someone you adore from your favorite bookstore, or requested it from your local library

gull flame (for S)

k. iver SLEEPING BEAUTY www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/162612...

“Art is the medicine the monster produces while trying to survive the labyrinth. When he or she is set free the story is told and made human.” —Parker Posey, You’re On A Plane

“My candle burns at both ends” A poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

[we] listened to the desert instead. You taught us. Unemployed, fuck the moon. Years later there's a dog biting into my book. -Michal Burkard, "The Blue Line" (for Denis Johnson)

The Hunters in the Snow, Pieter Bruegel the Elder 1565

Oh heart heart heart

rip michael burkard love you, true teacher

Brilliant and kind Aaron Coleman, poet, translator, former student, and friend. pressblog.uchicago.edu/2024/12/21/r...

this page of canned phrasing from @mdbell79.bsky.social’s Refuse to be Done is always so appreciated and always feels like an attack. Choose your fighter

me: i would like to write a poem my brain: here is the pyhtagorean theorem me: no a poem brain: … me: POEM brain: … … … here is a list of every band that performed at the bronze on buffy the vampire slayer

This week I painted the Buddha hovering over Austin, Texas. 36x48 in, water-soluble oil. ⛅️

you ever unsure of what to do so you just reread Brigit Pegeen Kelly until the thing you’re waiting for happens

but you catch the light— H.D., ‘Sea Violet’

Nikki Giovanni died peacefully at 81 with her partner Virginia Fowler by her side, having written her last book, titled The Last Book, forthcoming in autumn 2025—beloved, iconic, incredible, an example to us all.

I really dig that social media is currently full of Nikki Giovanni poems.

Lorine Niedecker.

End of my first semester here at the MFA for the Michener Center for Writers, in Texas. Holding some Chekhov in this picture taken two weeks ago, and trying not to fall asleep.

Sending this around again tonight

they should make everything easier

After the catastrophe of his experiments, Victor Frankenstein says: "But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul."

I am immensely grateful to have been interviewed this fall by @amarysdejai.bsky.social and Sontag Magazine. I talk about my poetry and my filmmaking, and how many people I look up to. 🥲 Here’s the link: sontagmag.com/sontag-mag-t...

The 3rd issue of Sontag Mag has been released today, and I am so happy to have had the opportunity to interview @haolunxu.bsky.social for it!! 🤍 Read here: sontagmag.com/sontag-mag-t...

“I am sick with the Time’s buying sickness.” A poem by Lorine Niedecker.

handled five tasks, practiced russian, now watching stonewalling (2022) by huang ji and ryuji otsuka, perfect day

Hello everyone. I have a new poem written from a little while ago, out this month with the @greensbororeview.bsky.social.