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Litbowl @litbowl.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

A perfect autumn poem. From @kathyfagan.bsky.social's book, Bad Hobby. Get it here: bookshop.org/a/862/9781571315458 #poem #booksky #writing

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Perugia Press @perugiapress.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

Here’s a Friday writing prompt from Perugia Press, drawn from the poetry collection GLOSS by Ida Stewart. Find more prompts, sample poems, and discussion questions in our reading companions, and check out Stewart’s book and others in our bookshop (linktree in bio). @idastewart.bsky.social

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Perugia Press @perugiapress.bsky.social · 13/06/2025

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 26/03/2025

Charles Wright

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 15/03/2025

Rae Armantrout

VIEW

Not the city lights. We want

-the moon-

The Moon
none of our own doing!

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Alina Stefanescu @alinaetc.bsky.social · 21/01/2025

That's as close as you'll ever get but she's already figured out how to appear in your dreams, just not yet, not until you've stopped being nervous at twilight. When Debussy felt his opera going nowhere, he let it. - Dean Young, “The Fox”

"The Fox" by Dean Young
Remember trying to feed the fox?
She said five feet is close enough.
Throw me something or put it on the ground and go away. She favored a front paw.
You sat down. She sat down so everything stopped, a wheel ceased squeaking, firecracker caught open-mouthed, the children froze around the hospital bed, a minor chord sustained who knows how, innumerable raindrops suspended midair becoming conscious of their fate to be dashed down, a song formed wholly at once just as wholly vanished, phosphenes, starworks, dustshop each must blunder off to in our time, freed of love, without fuss, our orders sketchy at best. Maybe one day the war will end. Already soldiers come home to hang themselves from rafters.
Their problem isn't having two hearts or a ghost marriage or their voice changing so they have to leave the chorus.
One day, the fox doesn't show.
That's as close as you'll ever get but she's already figured out how to appear in your dreams, just not yet, not until you've stopped being nervous at twilight. When Debussy felt his opera going nowhere, he let it.

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Maria Popova @mariapopova.bsky.social · 17/01/2025

A #birddivination for today. Available as a stand-alone print at bit.ly/painted-bunting and as part of the deck of 100 (along with the story behind them) at almanacofbirds.org

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Todd Dillard @toddedillard.bsky.social · 23/11/2024

this i think is the poem I’m most known for, and probably will be for the rest of my life

How to Live

Depravity begins with thinking of love

as a radical act. I quit loving

with difficulty. I love

easy now. Two parakeets on my shoulders.

They'll fly away if I move. So I move.

I love flight. I love cages

left wide open. I am not a window.

I could be a window. Open me,

you'll find a dense wood,

children wandering inside it.

Not lost children. They know the way.

They live the way horses run.

If they each had a bird in hand

they would open their hands.

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 14/11/2024

May Swenson, with found annotation

UNTITLED

I will be earth you be the flower
You have found my root you are the rain
I will be boat and you the rower
You rock you toss me you are the sea
How be steady earth that’s now a flood
The root’s the oar’s afloat where’s blown our bud
We will be desert pure salt the seed
Burn radiant sex born scorpion need

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Ida Stewart @idastewart.bsky.social · 11/11/2024

"... and when I was young I was mildly outrageous, and now I am completely, having seen in my brief forays into predictability that there's no percentage in it. Really, there isn't. I know you hope there is, but really, there isn't." —Irene McKinney, "Legs," from "Have You Had Enough Darkness Yet?"

Legs
by Irene McKinney, from "Have You Had Enough Darkeness Yet?"

I can prop my legs straight up the wall
while I'm lying in bed reading, or I can
bend them any which way whenever,
although I'm sixty-seven and "suffering"
from various conditions and diseases,
and I look in the mirror sometimes and
say "Hain't you cute" and that's the way
it is at this juncture. I have always been
careless because I never had

anything to lose, no money, no gorgeous
looks, no social position, no power,
no automatic respect from various
possible sources, and when I was young
I was mildly outrageous, and now I am
completely, having seen in my brief forays
into predictability that there's no percentage
in it. Really, there isn't. I know you hope
there is, but really, there isn't.

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Ida Stewart @idastewart.bsky.social · 13/10/2023

Aww my first @ and rebleet. Def got my fix here.

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Ida Stewart @idastewart.bsky.social · 09/10/2023

October in a new backyard / It was chilly this morning and the kids said maybe we'll have more luck with snow here and I said sometimes, sometimes it snows in October.

A white iris blooming against a background of green foliage.

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Ida Stewart @idastewart.bsky.social · 27/09/2023

i'm on bluesky / this monarch's on the grass hello hello

A photograph of a monarch butterfly resting in some grass.

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