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@letitia.bsky.social

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sweetheart. economic diplomacy, engineer, poet. probably losing marbles over p-values. words in The Cincinnati Review, Ninth Letter, Poet Lore, Passages North, Denver Quarterly & elsewhere.

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leti @letitia.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

can someone tell me from which of Lucie Brock-Broido's poems is the line "All afternoon I have prepared... my body for none" --something like that. i forget!

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leti @letitia.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

ran into this while arranging my poems into a manuscript. featured in Issue 58.4 of Denver Quarterly 💖

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leti @letitia.bsky.social · 09/11/2025

“No sibling, no mother. Her / paws were dry magic beads. I touched them.” bewitched by this poem. Feral, @jessicacuello.bsky.social

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donated words poetry @donatedwords.bsky.social · 16/11/2024

we created exquisite corpse poems for ASOOPP2 (2022)! here’s one with lines by me, @unsavorywench.bsky.social, Will Davis, @seagoatscreams.bsky.social, @letitia.bsky.social, @roanna.bsky.social, Ankit Raj Ojha & @glenn-a-barker.bsky.social ! free PDF: tinyurl.com/2023asoopp2 #donatedwordspoetry

image of a page from an online book of poetry. white background, black text. all lowercase letters. title is all uppercase & bold. text is left-justified & reads as follows:

INVERSE THEORY

I am at the fault line. No fault
of mine can hide. Trembling,

I am not ready, but there is no
cult of my body; no temple

entrance. What gongs inside
this mountain? It beats itself

unsacred inside a sealed cave.
And what of the wingbeat in you

chorusing in me? What is it

about journeying together seeming
good on paper but not in real life?

Is it that life lifts the proportionality
sign off love's equation only

to burden lovers with pestering
constraints? Or can there be equality

of power between us in the subtle
dance that divides love and loathing?

image of a page from an online poetry collection. it follows the previous image. white background with black text. word contributor names in uppercase, bold with their lines underneath their names. first sentence/heading is underlined. text is left-justified & reads as follows:

Original lines contributed in order:

K WEBER
I am at the fault line. No fault of mine
***also chose title after poem completed

SIERRA RITTUE
can hide. trembling—i am not ready. But

WILL DAVIS
There is no cult of my body
No temple entrance

ANKH SPICE
What gongs inside this mountain-it beats itself unsacred inside a sealed cave.

LETITIA JIJU
And what of the wingbeat in you chorusing in me -

ROANNA FERNANDES
What is it about journeying together seeming good on paper but not in real life?

ANKIT RAJ OJHA
Is it that life lifts the proportionality sign off love's equation only to burden lovers with pestering constraints?

GLENN BARKER
Or can there be equality of power between us in the subtle dance that divides love and loathing

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SeaGoatScreamsPoetry(Ankh Spice) @seagoatscreams.bsky.social · 14/12/2023

Palestinian poet Refaat Alareer's 'If I must die' is an unstoppable witness-spark: heart-fire translated into 100+ languages. simultaneously we are the most brutal/most tender beings & gods help us all to hold the latter high prada.substack.com/p/40-languag...

prada.substack.com

110+ Languages of [the late] Refaat

If anyone refresh this note, the translation maybe added another languages

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Psaltery & Lyre @psalteryandlyre.bsky.social · 06/12/2023

It's an exciting season for P&L! We are considering apps for readers, a social media manager, & we open for subs on Jan 1. So we thought it would be a great time to (re)introduce y'all to the generous people who make P&L happen! Meet @letitia.bsky.social our amazing poetry reader!

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leti @letitia.bsky.social · 24/09/2023

Tenderness does not choose its own uses. —Jane Hirshfield

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leti @letitia.bsky.social · 24/09/2023

not often has it happened to me nor am i sure what it means, but i woke up with the opening line of my own poem stuck in my head. if it was up to me, i’d snag it in a heartbeat. again.

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