Louise Glück

Reading a lot of Cavafy this week 🖤

King of My Heart no contest 👑 ❤️

I remember last year posting about teen slang and people finding it interesting, so here's this year's words I've noticed in our house Good things = lit, slay Bad things = peak, buns Attractive people = leng Unattractive people = chopped So there you have it. Who understands any of it? Not I.....

Lines for Winter Mark Strand ❄️

Evergreen Sylvia 🖤

For this most Monday of Mondays, a Monday poem 🖤 'Doesn't it bother you sometimes what living is, what the day has turned into? So many screens and meetings and things to be late for.'

Join me and @markabowles.bsky.social for this? Rage! Trauma! Madness! Silence!

Two poems today for #smallpoemsunday A perfect Franz Wright 🖤 @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

London writers please boost: our workshop is always open to new members and anyone who would like help getting their novel over the line please get in touch

Can't believe this exists in the world, and no one told me (as seen in @dauntbookspub.bsky.social yesterday)

Loved Christmas Day at The Almeida last night. It's sold out, but I hope it transfers. It felt brave and unpredictable - which so much theatre sadly isn't these days.

My neighbourhood whatsapp group reaching peak North London heights tonight 🫕

We've been living together for 25 years now, and it's true that things had gone stale and romance had died. The flaws are so blatant. But recently, I feel like London has been flirting with me again. And I'm open to it.

Visiting Sylvia 💙

This Franz Wright gets me every time. 'There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms' Let's all go on a night walk 🖤 🖤

Sometimes, it is hard to notice the romance and beauty in your own city. Other times, it is very easy 🖤

First read of 2026 is a re-read and well worth it. I intend to read all her books I've not read this year.

This Franz Wright gets me every time. 'There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms' Let's all go on a night walk 🖤 🖤

The kids have been up to it again. Poor cross bun. Happy New Year to all ❤️

Goodbye to 2025! A 🧵 of New Year and related poems for you. Please do add. First up, Carol Ann Duffy 'I drop the dying year behind me like a shawl and let it fall' ❤️

2025 was a mixed year, but I am so proud of and got so much joy from all we achieved through @saloneurope.bsky.social Can't imagine life without it and the wonderful friends I've made, especially @norami.bsky.social @royakhatiblou.bsky.social @bdiggswrites.bsky.social @kplumhoff.bsky.social ❤️

Warren Woesner 'to start all over again again'

This one! Jimmy Santiago Baca 'It would be neat if with the New Year I could leave my loneliness behind with the old year.' www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49565/...

On a New Year's Eve, June Jordan 'it is this time that matters' www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...

Another Heaney poem, “Midnight Anvil”, written to mark the year of the new millennium in rural Derry agnionline.bu.edu/poetry/linke...

This haiku by Seamus Heaney, written on his first new year without his father who died in 1986: I.I.87 Dangerous pavements. But I face the ice this year With my father’s stick.

Burning the Old Year, Naomi Shihab Nye only the things I didn’t do crackle after the blazing dies

I love this one, too.

Goodbye to 2025! A 🧵 of New Year and related poems for you. Please do add. First up, Carol Ann Duffy 'I drop the dying year behind me like a shawl and let it fall' ❤️

One more post for the amazing dial-a-poem. On your phone, click on the image of the phone and a poet will read you a poem. As many poems as you want. International and all different.

Another epiphanic miniature by the great Jane Kenyon

Come start 2026 by writing and drinking coffee with me and some other friendly writers ☕️ 🖊 ☕️

Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armour at home.

Adam Zagajewski 🔥

Wrote down some 2026 aims and dreams to keep on my desk. What are yours?

Do this if you can! It will surprise you how helpful it is to state your intentions and have someone remind you of them at the end of the year. It's been lovely hearing back from people about how the year has gone. Most people surprised themselves.

I love this from Megan Fernandes. 'One winter, I became very quiet and saw my life.' Am just going to say, 'Sorry, but I'm like this in winter' now to anyone who asks. www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...

Happy last #smallpoemsunday of 2025 to all and especially to @tomsnarsky.bsky.social - thank you for all the poems. May 2026 please bring us all much music and dancing 💃 🎶

Do this if you can! It will surprise you how helpful it is to state your intentions and have someone remind you of them at the end of the year. It's been lovely hearing back from people about how the year has gone. Most people surprised themselves.

My belated Christmas present for all of you. Do you know about this? Tap on the phone, and a random poem from somewhere in the world will be whispered into your ear. Hang up and dial again, and you never need to be alone. dial-a-poem.org

Love reading about Annie Ernaux's surprising Finchley life. Seems she started writing her first book in my park.

My belated Christmas present for all of you. Do you know about this? Tap on the phone, and a random poem from somewhere in the world will be whispered into your ear. Hang up and dial again, and you never need to be alone. dial-a-poem.org

I've just started it and very much enjoying already. Who's joining me and @norami.bsky.social for a good discussion in Jan?

“I am half inclined to think we are all ghosts, Mr. Manders. It is not only what we have inherited from our fathers and mothers that exists again in us, but all sorts of old dead ideas and all kinds of old dead beliefs and things of that kind.” (Ibsen) 🎨 Theodor Kittelsen

From 'Getting Lost' 🖤

Excellent news!

You go your way, and I'll go mine....

Robert Bly, born on this day in 1926

My favourite chanukah present! Can't wait to get baking (and discover the purpose of existence)