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Isaac Pickell

@isaacpickell.bsky.social
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blacklawrencepress.com/books/the-sm… poet & phd student in Detroit | books and chaps @blackoceanbooks.bsky.social @blacklawrence.bsky.social @deadmallpress.bsky.social | just very glad to be here.

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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 14/08/2026
There is no chance that we will fall apart There is no chance There are no parts — June Jordan
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 08/07/2026
Really ridiculously honored and also I never want to hear my poems in not- @maggiesmithpoet.bsky.social- voice ever again.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 18/03/2026
How do you get the jobs where you write seven emails a day and fire people every so often and tell other people to do things and make one hundred thousand dollars a year?
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
I’m trying to quit smoking


again, for the finances
not for health or survival
or actually for survival
but the kind of survival
where people tend to say
it’s gonna be okay and they
really mean it in their eyes,
not like with cancer, how
people tell people with cancer
it’s gonna be okay and really
what they’re trying to say is I
will miss you when you’re gone
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Daniel Sturniolo @dansturn.bsky.social · 26/02/2026
We are all experiences — everything
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 13/02/2026
PRESALE TIME!! The best time to order small press books is during presale, when there are author incentives and awards buzz begins. So order one, or order ten for all your friends. I mean look at that cover — who wouldn't want this on a coffee table. blacklawrencepress.com/books/the-sm...
A book cover. Two black birds of unknown species ponder a flash of light rising from horizon. One bird says "The Smallest Mistake We Call Human." The cover is lovely and everyone you know will like it.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 11/02/2026
I love poetry prompts and am so pleased with the ones LeAnne Hunt — @ennael.bsky.social — came up with after reading my work. Check these out and if you write through any of them, I hope you share!
leannehunt.com
Topical—Prompts Inspired by Isaac Pickell — LeAnneHunt.com
Sorry, everyone, for the long delay. Once I missed a couple of weeks due to the holidays and a new job, I just couldn’t get myself writing again, the blog or poetry. I have been in a bad headspace in ...
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 10/02/2026
Fuck!!!!
Fuck!


Fuck! Everything is so bad!!
There’s an auction on dreams —
Bonanza! Palooza! Extra-
vaganza! Our one reverie sold
for cents on the dollar. We got
to be so good just to hold on
to what we got — they have us
rung like trees, growing half
a centimeter a year and calling it
progress. In the century it takes
to see a difference, we’re all dead.
Fuck. I just want to say something
true that doesn’t hurt — palms
and love handles say perfect
ain’t the only way to stay alive.
If I’m wrong, let me down easy.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 08/02/2026
A little science for #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Ars poetica


The long history of the hyoid bone,
the u-shaped hull of a chin
that supports the rudderless tongue,

suggests humans have sung
for a million years.
Or at least developed

the physical ability to sing.
But, scientists agree,
who wouldn’t sing that could.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 08/02/2026
Leslie Reese [from “Upside Down Tapestry Mosaic History” printed by Detroit’s Broadside Press, 1987] <<>> #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
I ask:
where is our voice?
where are the ghosts wearing our lips and
our sound?
so that we can do something about this amnesia
calling:
all ghosts who spit with fury at our fear of being awakened from
this coma
calling all ghosts.
calling all ghosts …
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 07/02/2026
Wrote a poem about the bags under my eyes.
Tapetum lucidum


My dark circles get so bad
you used to think
there was something wrong with me
other than
everything you already knew
was wrong with me.
Sleeplessness, smoking, salt,
and bittergrief years —

I made this mask honestly.
Raccoon eyes can turn
a yawning dark delicate
enough to hold, glowing
blue and silver, or red
as warning:
a mirror behind
the retina gives fugitive light

a second chance to be seen.
Scientists called it bright tapestry,
this iridescence hiding
in animal gaze. For bitter years —
we weren’t built nocturnal,
but we were designed
for adaptation. I see midnight
unfurling and forage on.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 30/01/2026
Diaspore

      (n.) botanical: that which scatters from the source


I would choose no state
but like gardeners

bend to water, what fails us
we must set to mend
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 19/01/2026
The poem we're all trying to write right now only Gary Larson did it better, and with cows.
One poet cow addresses a room of listener cows. The cow recites the following poem:

Distant Hills

The distant hills call to me.
Their rolling waves seduce my heart.
Oh, how I want to graze in their lush valleys.
Oh, how I want to run down their green slopes.

Alas, I cannot.

Damn the electric fence!
Damn the electric fence!

Thank you
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 12/01/2026
after @makecommon.bsky.social
Immiserate

            after Joe Hall


maybe
someday
we
[the big we]
we’ll try

to make
things
better
maybe
someday

we
[smaller now]
we’ll feel it
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 01/01/2026
Happy new year everybody.
Twenty twenty-six


five in the morning and we’re talking future
like late nights aren’t time travel.
hannah says she wants radical honesty
for her resolution. the thought of being true
when it hurts terrifies me and it hurts so often.
but I want to be more like her.
the sky is so cloudless and in the brisk air
it’s mine it’s mine it’s mine—
these Nas tracks, the best ones, came out
when I was seven years old and we still wait
for dead presidents to die. I’m tired
but it’s a new year and the moon is bright.
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Nikki Wallschlaeger @nikkimwalls.bsky.social · 23/10/2025
I got something very special in the mail today from my publisher ✨ You Must Live: New Poetry From Palestine edited by Tayseer Abu Odeh and Sherah Bloor, translators and editors. (Copper Canyon Press, 2025). 💜thank you for not looking away💜 @coppercanyonpress.bsky.social
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 14/08/2025
University administrators must have real comfy beds to sleep through the night after sending out sub-living wage contracts to adjuncts every semester.
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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 28/07/2025
happy birthday John Ashbery 🎈
I HAD THOUGHT THINGS
WERE GOING ALONG WELL


But I was mistaken.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 28/06/2025
BIG NEWS BIG NEWS CAPITAL LETTERS BIG NEWS— Mark your calendars! Save your dollars! My second full-length collection, THE SMALLEST MISTAKE WE CALL HUMAN, is forthcoming June 2026 @blacklawrence.bsky.social! Couldn't be more excited to be working with Diane on another project. You're gonna love it.
[Black Lawrence Press Logo]

PUBLISHING AGREEMENT

This Publishing Agreement ("Agreement") is entered into as of June 25, 2025 ("Effective Date") by and between Black Lawrence Press, ("Publisher"), and Isaac Pickell, ("Author"), concerning a work (with the working title) The smallest mistake we call human (Work) and described as a work of poetry.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 21/05/2025
You guys. I've got a poem out today in @theoffingmag.bsky.social. It's called "Fuck my lecture on craft, your people are dying" and it's after @noorhindi.bsky.social. It's about daisies and some other things. I hope you check it out and if it hits you share it around.
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Fuck my lecture on craft, your people are dying - The Offing
Poetry - The Offing Magazine
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 20/05/2025
What to do about the war

keep looking away I can't keep looking 
away I can't keep looking away I can't 
keep looking away I can't keep looking 
away I can't keep looking away I can't 
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 09/03/2025
Not enough time is invested coming up w/ names for readings, but ATTACK OF THE KILLER QUEER ECOSPHERE may just inspire every other organizer to do their best. Come see Yasmine Bolden, Emdash, Aerik Francis, Jacob J. Billingsly, Allya Yourish, & me! Email alocasiamagazine@gmail.com for the link.
March 24 @ 6:30–7:45!

Flowers! Red, cream, and green! And the information from the text part of the post.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 04/03/2025
A friend of mine just shared a new poem they wrote and I am not exaggerating to say it's going to forever change how I thinkspeakwrite about its subject matter. Just an absolute opus. Make poet friends. They'll make you in return.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 10/02/2025
"What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July?"
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 01/02/2025
A mood for the mean gasps of winter— “The Horrible Snow Cat” 1969 woodcut, by Albert Dumouchel.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 14/01/2025
Exactly one year & one day ago, I lost my best friend. I spotted her cancerous ulcer in the golden hour of morning & froze. I couldn't call the vet & make it real, so I wrote instead. Today that poem is in Poetry Northwest. It's long: click the link & grab tissue. www.poetrynw.org/poetry/diagn...
Diagnostics
BY ISAAC PICKELL
What do you do when maroon news finds you glinting
in that lovely light of just after dawn, when you discover

a weeping sore on your dog’s tail, shiny and ulcerous,
a raw wound vibrant in its crimson and vermilion and

scarlet and salmon and every other shade of color
that blossoms in the intricacies of a sore, and blood,

of course, blood red, too, and you wonder how we learned
to be disgusted by the body breaking through its skin

when such a complex consonance of hues would be
striking in any other context, carmine and burgundy

and cinnabar and rose, a patch of sunset, and you can’t
stop rolling her onto her side to get a better look, as if

this time you’ll see something new that might prove
wrong what you already know to be true, and

she looks so shy about it, or even ashamed, like
she knows what’s coming because part of her does,A beautiful good girl, all black, with a leaf on her nose.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 11/01/2025
an old prof used to call poetry a "sensory organ," one of the vital ways we figure out about the world around us, one of the ways we learn. this post is a guide, a goal: bring nothing to the poem but curiosity. at times bombast does get the better of me, but the most I ever *try* to hold is a map.
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Isaac Pickell @isaacpickell.bsky.social · 10/01/2025
Let's be all tumblr 2012! There are so many amazing collective bird nouns and we should share all of them. One of my favorites is a "trembling of finches" [and google tells me you can also call them a "charm"].
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