The neutrals have won A little channel runnels Down flatland Through the marsh Skyly Stroked by the feather — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 30! bloofbooks.com/2026/04/30/t...

…that smell like sage & cedar or pine & lavender or seawater & hay They shine like turquoise tinted glass in the sun or the stone with the white veins running though it or that time we came upon each other in the woods — @shannacompton.bsky.social on day 30! bloofbooks.com/2026/04/30/3...

Everything changes Deeper woods To find wild More secrets Parties In abandoned train cars Drugs Exotic birds Extroverts Bad tattoos — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social more #TwinPeaks on day 25 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/29/i... bloofbooks.com/2026/04/29/i...

Just look at you Steve of Queens Doompollening the lagoon Where the boys are But the girls aren’t —Sharon Mesmer on day 29 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/29/s...

I like the sharp cut of desire as much as the soft unfolding, the ample radiating outward of alient energy, gallant passes at some kind of brilliant unfolding into all that we are in the moment. And this one, too. — @klorraine.bsky.social on day 29 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/29/i...

Sea level is a lever to pull in case of emergency a switch to flood the darkness with light a parallel understanding to hills & the way they part along one side & bristle with evergreens amid fallen trees — @shannacompton.bsky.social on day 29 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/29/2...

From Pamphylia Land of tongues The sounds words make Is not their fault They can’t help it Being spoken — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 29 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/29/er/

Wing flock Are you speaking or breathing Asleep The furies trill Half-flying Half-roosting — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 28 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/28/w...

In doom pollen yonders Pretty good right Like the pretty wildflowers The pretty bees prettify On their way To where the pretty dance — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 27, again! bloofbooks.com/2026/04/27/t...

I’ll need to rent my B&D equipment from that 99 cent place in Hatley (home of Polish Narnia’s talking military coyotes). After a road trip like that, what wouldn’t I give for some fast cheap reiki on Zoom? —Sharon Mesmer on day 27 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/27/m...

Green-hued blue Red-hued blue Primary blue Blue rain in a blue mood under a rankled blue moon What I wouldn’t give to give it over to somebody else — @shannacompton.bsky.social on day 24 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/24/2...

I dig and dig and never discover my demons, only pan- demonium. Dented bowls, buried dolls and dormant beetles–droll and devious –ready to devour what is dearest — @kikikasch.bsky.social on day 27! bloofbooks.com/2026/04/27/d...

Let us agree On tools Of equal measure The love you feel Expressed grammatically With only intuitive syntax Only the minimum alphabet — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 27! bloofbooks.com/2026/04/27/d...

It already felt distant An imagined life About to begin The turtles sunning on the rocks Season after season of blooming lilies She’d seen it before — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social on day 24 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/24/e...

A coyote visits my yard because she likes my books and is okay with loneliness and fear She underlines me with her eyes — Farrah Field on day 24 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/24/e...

The marks on your body Descend into your body Skin neverending Erasures reinscribed — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 24 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/24/f...

The eye loves A surreptitious smoothing A leaf emerging From a forehead To infiltrate the air Metamusic playing In the idioregister — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 23 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/23/a...

If you hunger for your hungers Baby bird, will you take worms from any worm giver If the worms themselves approach Will you pluck or wait for the gift — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 23 (again! hours later!) bloofbooks.com/2026/04/23/n...

I’d lag behind So I could go to Jackpot Records or Ozone Records Then they moved Then closed Then reopened It wasn’t the same Was it? — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social on day 21 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/21/e...

everything empties echo, the front steps are cold but the sidewalk is warm, palms to both to catch the difference. i haven't been walking so everything takes knots to their other tightness. — JJ Rowan on day 22 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/22/1...

Light-year away Dreams anchors Unto death they ride Excalibur in the lake Counterfeit A shoe with no feet — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 21 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/21/g...

Unseen star cloud rolls The thunderpoems come Numberless and numerous Sweet as dreams and as far — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 20 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/20/t...

Even in your presence Your presence Goes on without you Transparent then translucent The dowser nods Fleck by fleck At the sign of the hole in the word — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 19 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/19/p...

A hum of sound materials Signs on the land In plastic sleeves fade Baby leviathan whorls — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social on day 22 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/22/b...

We’re past the muddy middle, the pack has thinned a bit, but the daily drafts are still flying on the Bloof blog. I’m betting some dropouts return this coming week. The pull of the group poem chat is irrrrrresistible. click any link! gold!

Are you stuck in an open pavilion in a what should I do with my life sort of way Were you asking that question last year —Farrah Field, on day 19 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/19/p...

Once at a party I bragged about making out with a girl from Iceland. I said she was friends with Bjork. No one cared. — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social on day 19 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/19/b...

Don’t you know Aren’t you adapted To already Being Waking up waker Always tomorrowly How many are you Party — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social for day 16 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/16/m...

Cold clone You were invited To the silver age You fretted On the margins — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #poem on day 15 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/15/t...

Have I explained How poems cheer On roadsides Collecting refuse Under echo bridge Imaginary histories Are the only kind Equal and opposite — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #poem for day 14 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/14/m...

No knowledge but know how To dye-a-poem Day glow in the sunshine Flusters darkness in you A riven flow, a pitted olive Like a pen cap on the tongue — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social poem for day 10 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/10/l...

What’s it like in that nose hole Does it smell like the land or the flag of the land waving like a skin flap What’s it like to be here —Farrah Field, poem for day 10 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/10/t...

The galaxy revolves around Exploding its explosions Parsing parables, swishing swirls A memory on fire — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social poem on day 8 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/08/m...

Growing but fading Signatures of natures Speech is the sound Of destruction — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social poem for day 9 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/09/t...

Once a billionaire you can’t be anything else Shockingly thrifty or your origin story doesn’t matter Laughter at the expense Casual decisions make someone else die a little You are a traitor to creation —Farrah Field, poem for day 9 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/09/d...

Subsume yourself into the pale green of the lichen & the brighter green making up a patchwork a coverlet of mosses Allow the spores to encroach — @shannacompton.bsky.social poem for day 9 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/09/9...

What were we busy with poeming acting auditions teaching Oh those things Hunting money Holding onto some kind of life — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social poem for day 10 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/10/e...

POEMS POEMS POEMS POEMMMMMMMMS POEMZ

but in the silence of space the moon knows— it’s worse on the surface The moon’s been there (poem for day 8) bloofbooks.com/2026/04/08/8...

The air stays there Forever ready To be breathed Nude faces Eventual surplus I feel about you — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social day 6 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/06/l...

An idea of dinner Wipe the mushrooms clean of dirt Slice the mushrooms Turn up the music — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social day 6 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/06/e...

A feeling exactly like yours Expresses itself differently While you dance It squints at the dust Warning or promise An eventual opera — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social poem for day 3 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/03/m...

The real hunt is to once unleashed pick up as many hidden things as you can put them inside you and call it beauty from within —Farrah Field, poem for day 4 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/04/w...

Spilling from her lips gossip about a mutual acquaintance Maybe someone’s got a crush With the flat part of the blade Crush the garlic pluck the thyme — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social poem for day 4 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/04/e...

Enough with elipses because. I watch the monster movie mouth open because that’s how I’m steering the maulings because. See the silence bubble up Family Feud ding! not sorry because. —Jennifer L. Knox, poem for day 4 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/04/b...

The whip knots up so fast The cord and the bark fuse The past is where the bodies are A neighbor comes over Across hedges, down corridors Asking for salt Has that happened to you — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social poem for day 4 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/04/i...

When a book begins with talk of districts the setting is a future and utopia didn’t happen By district I mean political control a theft started softly as chuckles rubbed into belief and then policy —Farrah Field, #poem for day 2 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/02/x...

You have oiled Where the oil goes Asking the morning Is the oil good The sleeping trees Drink the earth Some black roots Beneath a long Slippery fingernail — @jaredwhite123.bsky.social #poem for day 2! bloofbooks.com/2026/04/02/c...

Have you ever seen fire fall from the sky? Do as I say. It’s really that simple. But she disobeyed. — @stevenrkarl.bsky.social on day 2 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/02/m...

After all this time a bundle of questions like an old coffee can full of bent nails. — @shannacompton.bsky.social for day 1 bloofbooks.com/2026/04/01/1...