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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 11/05/2026

Hellooooo, poets of the internet! Back with a conversation with Nick Martino about Nonce Forms, Possibilities of Visual Poetics, and Writing Towards Surprise His debut poetry collection, Scrap Book (@alicejamesbooks.bsky.social )will be published in June of 2026. oword.deesoulpoetry.com/o-nonce

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 13/08/2025

Honored and humbled to have been selected as a 2025 Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Fellow by PoFo bit.ly/3UcVLTo

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 18/04/2025

7 | More Salt Than Diamond by @alinemello.bsky.social “I translate the oath to Portuguese…/ she asks if it’s a prayer/ I say yes”

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 11/04/2025

6 | Birthright by @intifadabatata.bsky.social “Yacoub calls it a genetic anomaly. A miracle of God.”

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 26/02/2025

4 | I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times by @taylorbyas.bsky.social “The shapeshifting, how what looks like a thug/ in darkness softens into a boy in the gold-/ glow of a bedside lamp.”

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 15/02/2025

3 | American Sonnets for my Past and Future Assassin by Terrance Hayes “It is not enough/ to love you. It is not enough to want you destroyed.”

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 07/02/2025

2 | Writing Your Name on the Glass by Jim Whiteside “Will the dust praise you/ What truth of yours/ could it sing”

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 06/02/2025

1 | Refuse by @julianthepoet.bsky.social “My /body went undiagnosed my /name is something incurable”

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 06/02/2025

DeeSoul Carson | /build god, then we’ll talk (encoded in hexadecimal, but I’m being nice and including the decoded text) Published in Seventh Wave Mag

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 14/01/2025

It is also important to me to share this artist statement I submitted to the NEA, since they didn’t have a chance to add the statements to the fellows pages yet. I hope all of us are finding ways to survive our “now.” I hope what haunts us can one day humor us.

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 14/01/2025

Honored to announce I’m a 2025 NEA Fellow! Out of 2000+ applications received, I’m overwhelmingly humbled that my work would be recognized in this way. It’s important to me that I aim for clarity in my work, and I’m grateful for this support to help me keep reaching folks.

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 01/01/2025

New Year means updated reading list First 10 books of 2025! Happy New Year!

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 08/12/2024

13 | Orders of Service by @williekinard.com “A boy plucked a chirp from me like I was a grass blade./ My own name a field of chirping.”

It feels fitting to me that I finish this booke on a Sunday. Willie’s work remands me of the dexterity that is possible in language. The collection is described as a fugue & that is very evident throughout, with elements & motifs interwoven & returned to from beginning to end like
a chorus or, more aptly, a hymn. There is a musical quality that takes charge of much of willie’s work, & I think attunning yourself to the music is necessary to appreciate it.

Orders of Service by Willie Lee Kinard III

Self-Portrait as the Cricket
The way my legs sit, slightly curved around the knees, old women squint their eyes yet still ask me if I'm single,
The summer night bows to the flutter of my lashes & I know this is only about my walk.
I suppose they are for music-making, I tell them, leveraging only the floor for balance.
There is nothing to brag about, it is true:
I have drawn thunder out of a woman.
I have never broken a heart on purpose & not felt the shatter of it in my hips.
My hips often announce my presence before I do.
I have made my bed in a thicket of grass blades.
A boy plucked a chirp from me like I was a grass blade.
My own name is a field of chirping.
My own name is a church of fields.
I listen for it when I put a man on his back.
A man on his back is a call & response.
My own name is a choir of churches.
My own name is a chorus of strumming.
Some nights, the only refrain I care sung.

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 01/12/2024

12 | Another Last Call, edited by Kaveh Akbar and Paige Lewis “Yes, there must be. My brother/ deserves a good reason.” - @brendanconstantine.bsky.social , “A Controlled Substance”

When I hear about the person Kaveh describes his Past self to be, I can almost never believe it. What I can believe, however, is the kind of care he and Paige Put into the curation of this anthology. What this has reminded is the miracle that is language that resides in all of us whether we are at our lowest or in the sphere of someone that needs it. Grateful for the words of the poets here, & for language that reaches back for us.

Another Last Call: Poems on addiction and deliverance
Edited by Kaveh Akbar and Paige Lewis

Brendan Constantine
A Controlled Substance
My brother is late again, somehow the glass of water by his plate, the fact that we filled it without him, makes him all the later. Dad tells us to start eating, says there's nothing worse than cold fish, but suddenly no one can find a rhythm, we fumble our napkins like we've never seen them before, like it's just occurred to us we're in the wrong house, aren't even a family but four people kicked off the same bus for being vulgar. So much is worse than cold fish, I think, the flowers on the table, the bubbles in my brother's glass, the size of our knives all terrible. "There must be traffic," my mother says and I understand it as a command. Yes, there must be. My brother deserves a good reason. Not the only reason, that he is deep in his bed, as if at the ocean floor where it is still the first night on earth and whatever moves there must grow its own light.

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 20/11/2024

In case anyone is looking for a way to find their Twitter follows on Bsky, this chrome extension was pretty helpful (of course, it will only find people on the app)

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 18/11/2024

11 | Bluff by Danez Smith “What violences are permitted in the new world?/ What do we do when the old evils are just human?”

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DeeSoul 🙂‍↕️ @deesoulpoetry.com · 17/11/2024

(Sorry if you still follow me on the other app, you gonna get these twice lol) Next 10 books for the year! Will refresh after the new year cause I’m def not reading all of these before then. But until then!

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