24/100 *This is hung on the fancy marriage certificate that was issued in 1916 to my grandparents (father's side). I love having this delicate reminder of those that came before and live in my every cell.

Listen, Tenar. Heed me. You were the vessel of evil. The evil is poured out. It is done. It is buried in its own tomb. You were never made for cruelty and darkness; you were made to hold light, as a lamp burning holds and gives its light.

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This poetry collection by Jenny George is astounding. Get it!

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No need to say how gladly we are pledged to lost and loved. How still the field is, now the crop is in. How blue the sky, now Heaven is foregone. ~ John Burnside (Everlastingly brilliant)

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Sometimes poetry is the hard and necessary mirror held up to us. www.slowdownshow.org/episode/2025...

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14/100 Congratulations, Arthur Sze, new US Poet Laureate.

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Greed puts out the sun.

"The first tool has to do with repair. In such times as these, having recourse to periods of and spaces for “doing nothing” is of utmost importance, because without them we have no way to think, reflect, heal, and sustain ourselves—individually or collectively." ~Jenny Odell Homer, Alaska

I'm tired of the weird culture of substack. I know a lot of you love it, but the whole "Here's a little bit of what I think, but now pay me for the rest..." game makes me feel icky. I want writers to be supported, but I also want a community of writers who share. 1/2

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Literary Administrator friends (folks who run MFA programs, reading series, lit mags, presses, etc.), I need your help. This month I will be crossing a big threshold and I want to devote the last third of my life (I hope) to my own poetry. 1/4

Mark your schedules for September 18 to spend an evening with the eight amazing writers of the September Storyknife Cohort. Learn more about them at: storyknife.org/2025/09/09/l....

If today was my last, I wouldn’t rush to the next task. It would be okay, right even, to stand and watch the clouds skim across the sky, their bellies a little pink with sunrise.

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I cannot be the only writer that needs to listen to this: youtu.be/DCtbFZtoQ88?...

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"Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes on, just as the wind in the orchard picks up the leaves...1/2

I don’t want to live in a world where there are picture books about gun violence so that we can help children “understand it.”

i find this image so fascinating. it is both a literal example of authoritarianism but also a second-hand reproduction of the aesthetics of other authoritarian states. it's like a simulacra of authoritarianism whose purpose is to attempt to make the simulacra real.

This poem from Donika Kelly's new book does not flinch. Essential. Can't wait to read the rest. spare.poems.com/poem/we-came...

Also, you can call a hotline to get assistance as someone responding to someone else. The first time I had to help someone who was actively suicidal, I had no idea what to do, and the folks at Alaska Careline (this was before 988) gave me actionable advice carelinealaska.com

things change: authors and wizards are not always to be trusted: nobody can explain a dragon.

Excited for the book launch of THE NATURE OF OUR TIMES, which I co-edited with Aileen Cassinetto & David Hassler: at Kent State U/Wick Poetry Center, 18 Sept. 🌳🌿 There will be additional events: a reading at Cleveland Public Library, & this reading at Last Exit Books. Stay tuned for more info!

Sometimes I run across a poem that I just want to press my face into and breathe deeply. Leslie Harrison, this is one of them. Thank you. www.quarterlywest.com/extreme-envi...

Sure, at one point today it was 74 degrees on my front porch which is awfully hot for where I live, but there's a cool breeze out there now and the signs are that "hot girl summer" is over and "feral season of mists hedgewitch autumn" is just getting ready to launch.

You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose.

"The poet is on the side of undeceiving the world." — Seamus Heaney

"A lot of people forget that words have more than one definition. And if you stop at the primary definition and you don’t look at the secondary, tertiary, and on and on, you are really missing what my poems are trying to do." —Natasha Trethewey www.thebeliever.net/an-interview...

Found a message in the spruce shadows.

The TV prequel to the Alien movies calls back to the best elements of those original films — including questions about corporate exploitation and technological advancements.

@victoriachang.bsky.social Victoria Chang, With My Back to the World: Poems She is amazing... and the way she has engaged with Agnes Martin, the artist/painter... emotionally and linguistically... #sealeychallenge, #poetry, #poems, #agnesmartin

How men feared women! she thought, walking among the late-flowering roses. Not as individuals, but women when they talked together, worked together, spoke up for one another - then men saw plots, cabals, constraints, traps being laid.