“By candlelight, a catastrophe of ochre hope.” A poem by Lucie Brock-Broido

“There is no floor to the world.” A poem by Howard Nemerov.

The Bloof poets are in the home stretch now. Soooo close to day 30! Go cheer them on? #NaPoWriMo www.bloofbooks.com/blog

I love this part Where the earworm wriggles And the spider smiles Toothlessly back — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem bloofbooks.com/2025/04/29/t...

I'm helping to host a poetry reading this weekend! Sunday 4/27 at 3pm at Jamestown Arts Center, Jamestown RI, featuring Kate Colby and Ada Smailbegović. www.jamestownartcenter.org

In the dark ages There was no point Of comparison Or at least No point comparing Names Used to be words too — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo #Poem #AprilPoem bloofbooks.com/2025/04/24/g...

There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications Your finger moves like it has its own nose Now do you remember? — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoems #Poetry #DailyDraft bloofbooks.com/2025/04/22/t...

The small scales feel like code A blue message in an empty clock Busy with silent love ritual — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem #DailyDraft bloofbooks.com/2025/04/21/t...

Big eyes open To the tender anemones I smoosh without thought Pugilist and optimist Can we talk about it yet — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #poem #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem bloofbooks.com/2025/04/15/g...

Ugly on the outside same on the inside by design Mom applied lipstick before getting out of the car The heyday of malls went by so fast End to department store end They moved a river to build it —Farrah Field #Poem #NaPoWriMo bloofbooks.com/2025/04/15/l...

The quality of the conversation A scattershot feeling Rose without punctuation What was its impact — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #poetry #poem #NaPoWriMo #DailyDrafts #AprilPoems bloofbooks.com/2025/04/13/t...

The world is not a message It says the same thing to everyone But that party in your dreams Where the graces play on the grass The children featherwalk The heirlooms hum This is not their moment — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #poem #NaPoWriMo bloofbooks.com/2025/04/13/f...

If you lived there What would you breathe Would the air taste like dust Or would the dust taste like air? — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo #poem bloofbooks.com/2025/04/07/a...

When I say fill I mean feel the way I’d feel if I was a rover sent to wake the other rovers on Mars Saying why’d you power down bro man Lonely as a dust storm which is the opposite of lonely — Farrah Field #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem #DailyPoem bloofbooks.com/2025/04/07/t...

A richness of the world of possibilities Speaking to those who we know can no longer reply A child gave me his trash and I said I’m not a human wastebasket It was recycling anyway —Farrah Field #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem bloofbooks.com/2025/04/08/k...

Holding hands underwater till the skin raisins against the skin. We make the past to invent what happens next. A light shines even on dark parts. — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo #poetry bloofbooks.com/2025/04/06/u...

The eyepatch is to remove in the dark when you want to see You’ll need a plan A tour guide for the city of tomorrow — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo #AprilPoem bloofbooks.com/2025/04/05/d...

Thank you by the way For the We I feel so included! I always personalize the collective Choose an avatar and descend sweetly On my hazardous mistral @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo #poem bloofbooks.com/2025/04/04/p...

Historical tourists Of ancient hotels Checking into names Sitting by the pool cave Documentarian Possessed with animal patience I probably already told you this — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social April #poem for day 3! bloofbooks.com/2025/04/03/d...

Not until the coffee beans are oily You’ll have to look at me after you grind it An electric grinder is pretty loud The first loudest thing of the day — Farrah Field April poem for day 3! bloofbooks.com/2025/04/03/y...

if a gerund & colon were to part the lips of our skepticism & if in the erasure of skepticism is a memory of rain then we will stretch across the chasm hands reaching for hands @stevenrkarl.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 2 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/02/r...

I triple checked full cartons None of them were empty Cupboard immaculate It’s a time for generosity, astrology After the stars go dark @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #NaPWriMo day 2! bloofbooks.com/2025/04/02/g...

Loving and censorious, unspeaking unspeeches Inside a horizon larger than the universe How long in this reasonable world Before you can’t tell any longer — Jared White #NaPoWriMo Day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/i...

we live in heat and sun but remember when we lived in snow remember where we come from birthed in spring and summer and even then it snows there sometimes — Katie Jean Shinkle #NaPoWriMo Day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/i...

gimme your tired (that’s me) your poor (that’s us) your yearning your burning you’re gonna make it you will you can do it you can never yield — @shannacompton.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo Day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/1...

rain is a brand of rapture bees sluggish wet fur groaning into daffodil guts my throat my brother’s throat shoot nazis in the trees pow! pow! — @rebeccaloudon.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo Day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/a...

with cruel its unstoppered unguents your strange synthetic perfumes troubled confused and drowning — Sharon Mesmer #NaPoWriMo day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/a...

eternity grieves the ocean’s dark floor hasn’t been back there in ages she chokes on exhaust neglect understudies of understudies tremble — @reaganlouise.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 1! bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/1...

Each day, the subject rinses herself in overhead lights. A man with a Green Card is disappeared, leaders on the left slam leaders on the right. — @natalieeilbert.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/p...

Below some dotted boats One day you said As we looked upon the water A story about currents Somewhere twisted up — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/9...

We are entering the era where we lap against the dock. You run down a hill towards the spring-fed pond. — @kikikasch.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/f...

it’s another night, deep night, it’s a mountain of a night & you’re listening to what takes form in the catching reflection, the low studio light making you bonus. — @jayjayrowan.bsky.social #NaPoWriMo day 1 bloofbooks.com/2025/04/01/1...

Tomorrow is April 1. You know what that means. Who’s in? Stop by the Bloof blog to see what we are slinging, every day in April. See @maureenthorson.bsky.social ‘s website at napowrimo.net for the history of this Unofficial, Unsponsored, and Noncommercial poetry game. #NaPoWriMo