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Catherine Pierce @catherinepierce.bsky.social · 14/05/2025

This summer through Studio & Craft: Creative Burst sessions! These are low-stakes-but-high-focus sessions to kickstart new work or move the needle on work in progress. An optional prompt will be provided at each session. Open to writers of all genres and experience levels! studioandcraft.com

Text reading: Creative Burst Sessions, Mondays 9-10 AM / 7-8 PM Eastern (alternating weeks)

A short, intensely focused session designed for anyone who needs a brief but protected block of time to get some words on the page. An optional prompt will be provided, or writers can choose to use the time for their own work in progress.

Open to writers of all genres and experience levels!

Session will open 15 minutes early for anyone who’d like to chat and be in community with others; prompt will be given at the start time, followed by a writing hour.

Registration open now at studioandcraft.com!

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Catherine Pierce @catherinepierce.bsky.social · 13/05/2025

This June I'll be offering a virtual 4-week workshop through Studio & Craft--if you're looking for community, feedback, prompts, and a balance of structure and flexibility, please join us! Workshop caps at 10 participants. Questions? Please reach out! studioandcraft.com

Text reads: Four-Week Workshop: The Alongside Everything Poem, June Wednesdays, 6:30-8:30 PM Eastern.

How do we write about wonder during a time of crisis? How do we acknowledge suffering while honoring joy? And how can we write coherently about a world that seems to be pulling our attention in a million directions at any given moment? In this four-week workshop, we’ll work on writing poems that lean into, rather than away from, these questions and contradictions.

Workshop-style discussion, weekly readings, line-level and conceptual feedback from instructor on one poem per week, and optional poem prompts. Caps at 10 participants.

Registration now open at studioandcraft.com!

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Catherine Pierce @catherinepierce.bsky.social · 12/05/2025

Hoping to jumpstart some new poems this summer? Looking for a writing community or focused feedback? Today I'm launching Studio & Craft, a poetry community offering generative sessions, workshops, and manuscript consultations!

studioandcraft.com

Studio & Craft

Studio & Craft is a poetry community offering generative sessions, workshops, and manuscript consultations.

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Dr. Han VanderHart @hanvanderhart.bsky.social · 08/05/2025

If everything ends, why are you sharpening your sorrow —Martha Silano

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Darby Lyons @darbylyons.bsky.social · 21/01/2025

from Dark Fields of the Republic. W.W. Norton, 1995.

In Those Years

Adrienne Rich

In those years, people will say, we lost track of the meaning of we, of you we found ourselves reduced to I and the whole thing became silly, ironic, terrible: we were trying to live a personal life and yes, that was the only life we could bear witness to

But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged into our personal weather They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove along the shore, through the rags of fog

where we stood, saying I

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Catherine Pierce @catherinepierce.bsky.social · 20/01/2025

Seems like a good day to share this poem, originally published in About Place journal. Here's to turning over the mussel shells.

Catherine Pierce

This Is How We Keep Going

By the surf, a mussel shell
wedged into wet sand, edge-up.
Someone could cut their foot on that,
I thought, and turned it flat,
while behind me the entire beach
rippled with mussel shells.

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Marcus Wicker @poetmarcuswicker.bsky.social · 09/01/2025

Dorianne Laux w/ the plainspoken elegance

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Marty McConnell @martyoutloud.bsky.social · 27/11/2024

A little Jane Hirschfield for a tender, tender Wednesday.

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Ryan Vine @ryanvine.bsky.social · 16/11/2024

Katy Didden

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River River Books @riverriverbooks.bsky.social · 01/04/2024

Happy National Poetry Month! We’ve got a kickstarter for @riverriverbooks.bsky.social, full of good rewards, from digital copies to custom poems and manuscript consultations! Share with a friend? 🌊🌊 Help us continue to get poetry to readers. Support the places you love, y’all 📚💙

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River River Books: Poetry Distribution

Help us ship poetry to independent bookstores, libraries, and readers.

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Kathy Fagan @kathyfagan.bsky.social · 20/11/2023

thx to poem-a-day & steve bellin-oka for choosing to run this new one of mine today💙 poets.org/poem/what-i-...

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Erika Meitner @rika99.bsky.social · 13/11/2023

perhaps you too need this Jenny Browne poem today…

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Kathy Fagan @kathyfagan.bsky.social · 02/11/2023

Grateful to Charif Shanahan for guest editing this impressive issue of Poetry magazine dedicated to lineage & influence, & very happy to have 2 new poems of my own included among the dazzling array of poems here. www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...

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Catherine Pierce @catherinepierce.bsky.social · 30/10/2023

Happy to have two poems in the new Water~Stone Review, including this one about a formative moment in a Blockbuster parking lot.

I Wonder if the Guy Who Catcalled Me in the Blockbuster Parking Lot
When I Was 15 Ever Thinks About That
--Catherine Pierce

When the Jeep revved up

what I saw was three or four or thirty guys
laughing three or four or thirty heads of blond hair
mouths of white teeth and
one of them yelled out something
about my ass or taking me for a ride I don’t know

because it’s been 30 years but what I do
remember is that I spun around and said Fuck off

middle finger raised like a flare gun

and it was not the first time
I’d felt the hot fizz of fury but it was
the first time I’d uncorked it and I remember
how his face slackened and the mouths
said ooooh and the blond heads
drove away in the cartoon-yellow Jeep

and when I got back in the car
where my parents and sister had been waiting
while I returned the VHS tapes

my mother said What’s so funny because
I couldn’t stop laughing and I said
Nothing which was true nothing
was funny at all I was laughing
because as I’d let my rage rise

Cover of Water~Stone Review, with title written in white above an image of a red rollercoaster and several castle turrets.

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Amorak Huey @amorak.bsky.social · 25/10/2023

One of three short poems by me in the new issue of Smartish Pace.

Darling
Almost immediately,
in our first moments
on this planet, we learn
to turn our faces
toward what we desire.
We spend our lives
repeating this gesture.
This morning, a late snow,
and I lift my eyes
to the icy sky.
Save this under beauty.
Save it under hope.

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EcoTheo Collective @ecotheo.bsky.social · 16/10/2023

We are now open for submissions through the end of the month & look forward to seeing your work that explores themes of friendship in the more-than-human world

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Submissions — EcoTheo Collective

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C.T. Salazar @ctsalazar.bsky.social · 10/10/2023

This incredibly ecologically aware love poem from Stacey Balkun ✨

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Simeon Berry @simeonberry.bsky.social · 10/10/2023

“He’s made of rage and tinted glass, and we’re / made of desire and what if and what I want / to say is, Dude, we have a room, but we / got hungry. Every three days we have to eat / or get mimosas or get yelled at by you.” —Andrea Cohen, “Springfield” www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...

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“Springfield”

“Get a room, the dude in the blue Camaro yells.”

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Catherine Pierce @catherinepierce.bsky.social · 06/10/2023

New poems in the new Waxwing! Here's one. (Also, whew, this place seems much better than the other place...)

I've Known You All My Life
Catherine Pierce

Animal inside me. No phylum for you,

no class. You are rough fur, satin scales,

plastic, lakewater, steel. Wings and candy wrappers.

Seaweed and hooves. You lunge. Whimper.

Lunge. Poison teeth. Gentle tongue.

Slither into the darkness and find

what you will. Dwell in the damp cave.

Curl up hearthside. Carry the spider. Devour

the bacon. Berries, berries, berries.

Howl. Caw. Crawl. The sun is hot and you leap

into waves. The sun is hot and you pant.

You are lazy for days. You won’t stop running.

Reason can’t rope your long neck. Dear beast.

Dearest beast. You let me get close.

You let me almost touch you.

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