The words in poems are for the most part the same as those we find everywhere else. The energy of poetry comes primarily from the reanimation and reactivation of the language that we recognize and know. – Matthew Zapruder, “The Machine of Poetry”

Yesterday, i cry Today, i french fry

raise your hand if you don’t wanna 🙋‍♀️

finally got the jar of salsa open that I’ve been trying to open since yesterday 🥇

just a cold, rainy sunday except not a sunday

may is wild. after days in the 90s, the heat just came on.

if nothing’s wrong my brain will make something up so there’s always that 🤪

Sunrise in The Bronx.

one way for me to get out of my own mind is to get into the mind of someone else, and that’s why I write

raise your hand if you delete a post bc of typos even if it has likes 🙋‍♀️

when the perfect last line of a story falls out of the sky and right into your lap before you’ve even written two pages, and suddenly you know exactly what you’re writing toward 🙌

This meeting could have been a series of bird calls, which I would then log on the Merlin bird identifier app

but i’m a crepe i’m a weird dough what the challah am i doing here i don’t boulanger

William Bronk

All I need in order to write is a way in. Leave the door cracked open and my imagination will find the way.

“it’s just allergies” doesn’t work on me, buddy 😃

New asemic collage works by Jeanne Ranz in the 10th Anniversary of petrichor, out now! petrichormag.com/30-jeanne-ra...

My advice: - be kind - be weird - be helpful - be weirder still - be creative - be the weirdest of all

sorry but I refuse to jump on the eating the skin of a kiwi bandwagon nopenopenope 🙂‍↔️ 🥝

Why is Calibri the default font? & other thoughts that keep me awake at night

the thing about being creative is you have to say "no" to yourself a lot. you have to recognize the first thought to pop into your head is the tip of a long shadow cast by a weirder, more huge, and better thought.

I just realized the Beach Boys were singing “Barbara Ann” and not “bop-o-ran” 🤦‍♀️

a peculiar solemnity survived all its respective owners... a collage erasure from Classic Crimes for #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

oh protein bar protein bar wherefore art thou chocolate peanut butter protein bar

youtu.be/t3BmrWXYif0?... golden oldie

gonna be hot today 🥵

once upon a time

someone suggested that I create a sensory menu that I can refer to when my nervous system is dysregulated, so I’m going to do that today! lmk your favorite sensory breaks ⬇️

friends, we have entered the era of self-care

someone suggested that I create a sensory menu that I can refer to when my nervous system is dysregulated, so I’m going to do that today! lmk your favorite sensory breaks ⬇️

happiness has complications too the taste of seaspray

Take the Pacific, he says, throwing it // in the air www.josephinequarterly.com/sarah-mills

"He doesn’t know yet that when I was a child, I spent a lot of time at the bottom of swimming pools because I loved the sound of deep water." Wow, this brilliant poem by @sarahmillswrites.bsky.social 💙💙💙

you’ll never forget the word you misspelled in the spelling bee

Friday night, late spring, eastern Massachusetts. Market Basket parking lot. Skies clearing after two days of rain. Robins chirping. Sparrows splashing in pothole puddles. Shopping cart scraping asphalt. The faces of strangers weary after the workweek. One breath in, one breath out. Night coming on.

In case you missed it, I have a new poem out that I posted on my skyline earlier. Just want to share it with my bsky buds. 😊

Grateful to have a poem in the wonderful Josephine Quarterly ✨🧘‍♀️🌊

Peonies

I breathe in self-compassion, I breathe out doubt, I breathe in curiosity, / I breathe out uncertainty; I am a body in space I say again and again. Check out my poem in the new Josephine Quarterly 🙏🧘🌊✨

my sixteenth meditation of the year was also probably my last btw 🤣 😂 gotta get back to that 😬

I breathe in self-compassion, I breathe out doubt, I breathe in curiosity, / I breathe out uncertainty; I am a body in space I say again and again. Check out my poem in the new Josephine Quarterly 🙏🧘🌊✨

Grateful to have a poem in the wonderful Josephine Quarterly ✨🧘‍♀️🌊

“Sometimes sleep is unreachable like that, your anxious thoughts swirling like galaxies in the solar system of your mind”…love this piece by @sarahmillswrites.bsky.social!

Poets, what’s your sun sign, enneagram and Myers Briggs type?