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John T. Leonard

@jotyleon.bsky.social
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Writer | EIC of Rawhead | ManEd of 42 Miles Press & The Glacier | Author of “You Are Alive When They Start to Eat You” from Bottlecap Press Book: bottlecap.press/products/youajtl?va… rawheadjournal.org

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Rawhead @rawheadjournal.bsky.social · 26/06/2026
“Night Patrol by David A. Bart”. From Issue 02 of Rawhead. rawheadjournal.org/rawhead-issu... (DavidABart.com) #poetrycommunity #poemoftheday #poetscommunity #rawheadjournal #warpoetry #writingcommunity #litmags #poetrymags
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Rawhead @rawheadjournal.bsky.social · 11/06/2026
It’s a pleasure to feature the poetry of Donnie Moreland for our first Point Blank feature this month. You can read “Graduation” and three other pieces here - rawheadjournal.org/donnie-morel... #houstonwriters #poetrycommunity #bipocauthors #featuredpoems #communityactivism #poets
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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 02/06/2026
A new poem shared for #TTT, lightly inspired by Elizabeth Bishop's 'At the Fishhouses' which I love for its attentiveness to natural beauty and details of place. Here is 'June, waves sharp at my ankles'. Thank you @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #poetrycommunity


June, waves sharp at my ankles

  				    — after Elizabeth Bishop

Once drawn to a purple empire; low-fog & clinging krill,
transparent small lives hidden from big agendas,

the shallows glazed like an ancient flambé vase,
just after firing — & I wonder of beauty & utility.

 	What oil, what salt may it hold without damage? 

A knife pares the length of a trout, limp & constellated,
its cloudy-eye roaming as if I have answers to the terrible heat,

but I too am caught off-guard,

pungent evening coming in fast, indistinguishable
from the flats that once assured I stood at the right place,

men bending, appraising the day’s dwindling take, 
bodies flecked & flown, like new-lost treasure.


                                                                              —  Vikki C.
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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 15/05/2026
Honoured to have a triptych of poems 'Towards Her' plus an artist statement up at @thewingedmoon.bsky.social 🌙 My warmest thanks to Jai Michelle for inviting me to contribute to the creative dialogue at the magazine. thewingedmoon.substack.com/p/towards-her Here is 'Solstice, Santorini caldera'
Solstice, Santorini caldera

In crossing, I reach who I must become,
knowing so much thrives without flowers,

struggling against the steep, before
the great rift where strangers still crave heat. 

There are fewer winters ahead
than behind now—even less of us after dark.

It's the earth that tilts away from the sun,
you say—as you turn your face from me.

(But, I still want that axe of warmth 
that steadies me—even when I’m happy.)

How a god with festivities in mind
might come searching for me on my thin boat of ice.

I guess the openness is what I really need.
Lungs heavy with eucalyptus, a prodigal return.

How far we could go together
guided by a victory of geese,

flying towards the sheen you call home.
This ascent is what women were made for.

A place to lose our footing, end on all fours—
an em dash of deer, a monologue of beasts,

before clouds desert us as salt-licked—
the stranded eventually sliding back to meet us.

This day like tomorrow—a mouth 
closing, both theatre and ordinary.
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Keith Woodruff @keithwoodruff.bsky.social · 26/03/2026
Not only is it opening day ... but I am honored to share new poetry in Rawhead's Point Blank feature! @rawheadjournal.bsky.social Wonderful journal with a wonderful focus. Big thanks to @jotyleon.bsky.social for letting me sound off with these poems. rawheadjournal.org/rawheadpoint...
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Keith Woodruff – Rawhead: Point Blank
Keith Woodruff Living Raft In diamond formation, jets flew over my mornings, my coffees. The days.Over baseball, my posse of hens nit picking the dirt, my chill dog in thegrass belly up, sunning. F…
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42 Miles Press @42milespress.bsky.social · 14/05/2026
Submissions for the 2026 42 Miles Press Poetry Award d close June 15. Send us your poetry manuscripts. Please. Thank you! #poetryprize #poetrymanuscripts #42milespress #submissionsopen #poets #poetrycontest #poetrybooks 42miles.submittable.com/submit
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