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Mission Belonging @missionbelonging.bsky.social · 14h

✨ Join us Dec 17 as @diannelyantigua.bsky.social returns for Ghosts of Past, Present, & Future: A Poetry Workshop on Haunting. Explore the ghosts we carry through writing, reflection, and brave creativity. All who have been haunted are welcome. 🔗 circle.missionbelonging.org/c/events/gho...

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Copper Canyon Press @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social · 22/05/2025

We're delighted to share this excerpt of "I Am the Patron Saint" from Diannely Antigua's (@diannelyantigua.bsky.social‬) GOOD MONSTER. Read by poets Diannely Antigua, Patricia Spears Jones (@pksj51.bsky.social‬), Yuki Tanaka, and Traci Brimhall (@tracibrimhall.bsky.social‬).

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Scissors @scissors.myatproto.social · 05/05/2025

let’s take our moon-shaped pills together. (by @diannelyantigua.bsky.social )

Diannely Antigua

The Moon Is on Wellbutrin

After Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

Why else would she lift her shirt every night
to show the world her one milky
breast? My sister says Wellbutrin
sparked her slut era. I say, I don't need
Wellbutrin for that. The moon used to be on
Zoloft, before trying Prozac, before adding
Klonopin to her lunar chemistry. The moon is on Propranolol. She's an anxious bitch,
left to borrow light from the brightest
orb around. What she wouldn't do
to be the sun, allowed to come
out during the day when the humans are awake
and buying things, and she —just a sliver
of existence, the distance of thirty Earths
away from touch. Who could be this cruel
to leave her wanting? The father was
probably an asshole, the mother some
aloof star. She's been used by too many
singers, painters, and scientists, too
many witches and hipsters who absorb
her essence from bowls of water
left outside overnight. I've used the moon
in this poem, metaphor, hunk of rock.
I'm sorry little moon, my moonly
moon. You know, the moon can be
both super and blue. Tonight, let's take
our moon-shaped pills together. Let me
carry the weight of you.

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Library of America @libraryofamerica.bsky.social · 11/03/2025

On 3/28, LOA invites you to Luz y Carbón, a reading at Heavy Manners Library in Los Angeles featuring five contemporary Latinx poets at the apex of their craft: Alexandra Lytton Regalado, Brandon Som, Christopher Soto, @diannelyantigua.bsky.social, and Francisco Márquez. RSVP at the link below!

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Luz y Carbón AWP Poetry Reading

Featuring Alexandra Lytton Regalado, Brandon Som, Christopher Soto, Diannely Antigua, and Francisco Márquez

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Copper Canyon Press @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social · 13/02/2025

Hungry for more poetry by incredible Black poets? We cannot put down the works of: DIANNELY ANTIGUA (@diannelyantigua.bsky.social), TYREE DAYE, ALISON C. ROLLINS, and CHRIS ABANI. Discover more Black voices who have shaped our poetry landscape here: bit.ly/4aO7Aqo.

Graphic featuring the cover of GOOD MONSTER by Diannely Antigua, a photo of the author, and a poetry excerpt from "People who don't Understand Mental Illness," that reads:

I thought /
I was supposed to leave all my bodies /
buried. But I look for them, my fingers /
deep in the mud now, scraping the ground /
with what nail stubs I have left.

Graphic featuring the cover of A LITTLE BUMP IN THE EARTH by Tyree Daye, a photo of the author, and a poetry excerpt from "Begin With Me" that reads:
My mama taught me to

ask my dead plenty of questions— /
to let the moon touch me on the mouth, /
to ring my black bell.

Graphic featuring the cover of BLACK BELL by Alison C. Rollins, a photo of the author, and a poetry excerpt from "Riding with Death" that reads:

A single white horse
sounds the skeleton key

that opens the door of
music. For the repass,

I—the caregiver—ride in,
barrelhead, empty-handed.

Graphic featuring the cover of SMOKING THE BIBLE by Chris Abani, a photo of the author, and a poetry excerpt from "Birth Right" that reads:

Wafer-thin pages brittle with words /
and two brothers, one elder. The biblical, /
unavoidable here. And there is the rub. /
To come to self, to skin, is to rip away another, separate, /
tear.

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Simeon Berry @simeonberry.bsky.social · 03/01/2025

“What does a teenage girl / know of insanity? It is riding the same red death, / that muddied horse, soaked to a flood.” — @diannelyantigua.bsky.social, “Diary Entry #5: Self-Portrait as Revelations” @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social

DIARY ENTRY #5: SELF-PORTRAIT AS REVELATIONS

It was the summer of loss spanning the exact distance my disease could reach—the degrees of longitude and latitude, lonely numbers like decorations for a forgotten graduation party in a church basement. My disease reached a longitudinal pain and I blame the gods of my childhood, Jesus and the TV, and the basement parties where I became a forgotten church, when the boys came for pleasure and I asked for mercy. Jesus just watched TV—sometimes gods can be children. I had no forgiveness left to play with, alone with my symptoms of surviving the boys, their pleas for merciful come. I told myself it was love, when I was a particle

suspended like a plaything, alone and unforgivable. The symptoms would be permanent, a number registered to the beast. I tell my unlovable particles the story of how Little Red Riding Hood went insane after the grandmother died. Permanence is beastly, all the preparation to live, all the terrible beauty. What does a teenage girl know of insanity? It is riding the same red death, that muddied horse, soaked to a flood. Maybe I was terrible and beautiful things still happened. Maybe I was decorated in loneliness, a pretty death horse muddied by the flood. Maybe I became the flood, of the spanning summer that took me, lost me. Diannely Antigua.

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Liz DeGregorio @lizdegregorio.bsky.social · 30/11/2024

“What she wouldn’t do / to be the sun…” Amazing and timely poem “The Moon Is on Wellbutrin” by @diannelyantigua.bsky.social in POETRY Magazine. 🌕 🖤

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