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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 20h

My sister's Etsy shop, check it out! 🧶 lizbethshandmade.etsy.com

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 14/10/2026

Not yet ready to begin the day, but rudely shoved along by a busier bee.

Orange cosmos with large bee resting on it.

Smaller bee shoving its way under the lazy big one, no patience at all.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 14/10/2026

Sometimes just leaving it alone is best.

3 white cosmos flowers in a grassy weedy scrumble, a graceful structure unplanned.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 14/10/2026

Okay, Dirt, here's your next author photo:

Head and face of upfromsumdirt with a mysterious, multi-colored object on top of his head. Possibly that is where poems come from? Are we now actually SEEING THE MUSE???

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 14/10/2026

Happy Birthday, Hyphen! 🎉🎶💯🎂 Here is Paradise, from Snails of the Apocalypse, by Martha Zweig. If there are no typos in that Alt text it's a miracle.

PARADISE

I stood security the first six weeks.
Nobody minded the moon. The sun
you could reason with. Other
weathers, otherwise.

We smuggled a tunnel whole into the withering mountain:
a gut, an intubation,
fed it along length by strenuous length. Now &
then it kinked and squirmed. The mountain bristled hackles.

A few of us ran out of the same
time a few of us ran into: collisions, versions
& revisions of the vanishing act.

Before, since, I never scrambled so from fear.
The only camouflage is to lick oneself
newborn, covered with hide in the first place.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 13/10/2026

A fully human creation: Little Survivors Everywhere, coming soon from phafours press!

Cover image for Little Survivors Everywhere: A battered cardboard box containing autumn leaves, a knife, and an ant plushie. A green and black and yellow caterpillar crawls up the side of the box. The background is white; the text of title and author (me) is in an intriguing mustard color. This is a book of human-made poems.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

I love this profusion of overgrown plants.

Frost aster and one self sown coneflower.

Rosemary trails over a brick corner. Various foliage surounds and a single drying red zinnia in the upper foreground, right.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

But it IS #Caturday Here is Fluffbutt, asleep in a tiny basket:

Gray and white cat sleeps in tiny basket.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Good morning from a jumble of pink things.

A tangled patch of pink flowers, a green lawn behind with a pattern of shadow made by branches.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

I just want to massively appreciate this blurb for Little Survivors Everywhere, and the beautiful design provided by @pearlpoet.bsky.social :

It's not the world that Kyla Houbolt is talking about, not exactly, and
it's not just words, or stories, or rumors either. It's time, time
imploding itself, making the birds lose track of their tunes, right,
wrong, blood, feathers, mouth -- it's not time, but what else do you
call that arrival of storms, and leaves, wind and waves, insects, and
the impulse to sing very loud in the middle of the night. You don't know
what to call it, but it's here. Listen up!

-- Jordan Davis, author of Yeah,No and Shell Game; editor and publisher of The Nu Review

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

For #SmallPoemSunday, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social here is Field Document, collected in *Dance On*, forthcoming from Wordrunner Press, November 15:

Field Document

I saw a woman on fire,
how she was burning,
I saw nothing like smoke,
only the eyes in a flame
clear like thought
never is. You can hear
this and not believe it
and she will not care.
Her eyes, though, do
see it all, finally.

Cover of Dance On, with a drawing of a dancing horse and the cursive in red "When the Gods to dancing may they always invite you".

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Me website, it is updated with sneak peeks! kylahoubolt.us/collections.... Have a look!

Screen grab from website. Go to link posted to read and view.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

In the mail. Thank you, Han! (Nice bookmarks with, too. 😎 )

Cover of book: Snails of the Apocalypse by Martha Zweig. Dark gray, white type, mustardy snail trail.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Oh goodie! It's #WeirdPoemWednesday! @tomsnarsky.bsky.social here's Rot and Glory, soon to appear in *Little Survivors Everywhere*

Rot and glory
Watching the fierceness of
vegetables hiding among
the cashy leaves. Suddenly,
Ho! Santa Claus! What a plucky
old fella you are. Here,
have a squash.
The mockingbirds resume.
I mean sing, of course. It is
because I asked for it,
for my one present. This one.
Right now. Listen.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Final cover image for *Little Survivors Everywhere*! We should be gearing up in the next week... watch this space! Coming soon from www.pearlpirie.com/phafours

Book cover image features a battered cardboard box in which are some autumn leaves, a knife, and an ant plushie. A green striped caterpillar crawls up the side of the box. The title is in some funky font I don't know the name of, in a kind of mustard color matching some of the leaves.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

From *Little Survivors Everywhere*, coming in October. (I read somewhere that Patchen drew while he was laid up like that.)

Ars Poetica

Kenneth Patchen
lies in bed
with his ruined back,
draws his magical creatures,
gives them voice.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

This is attempting to post as an AI labeler of which there are several, but sneaking in big misinfo under that name. If one subscribed, presumably one can use the "community note" function.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

For #PoemsAbout #DeadLetters, here's a slightly crazed point of view: The Dead Letter. (*waves* to @alanparrywriter.co.uk 😁 )

The Dead Letter
We keep his secret, we remaining in the alphabet. He just got weary
of holding up that space between K and L. He always felt misplaced,
he cried to himself in the night. His shape became…
unrecognizable and after a while no one knew his name.
He slipped off the page. We do not forget.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Not really weird enough for #WeirdPoemWednesday, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social, but seasonal. Collected in Little Survivors Everywhere (unless it has to get cut for length), coming up soon! "Around Now"

Around Now

Autumn. Auuuutuumnnnnn, hum the big
trees silently to themselves and each other.
Auuutummmmnnnn. Whish of cold breeze
releases more leaves which click together
softly as they land, percussing the humming.
It is not a time to make noise, people.
But, God love ya, you will anyway.
Ah, people, ah trees. Kinfolk.

Cover of forthcoming collection, via Phafours Press. Shows an aged cardboard box with autumn leaves in it, an ant plushie, and a caterpillar climbing up the box side.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Welcoming me back from the chiropractor -- lizard on the screen.

Lizard photo taken through window screen.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Good morning. Hoping to get in to see chiropractor today!

More zinnias, some weedy yard, wheelbarrow.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Haha okay, insomnia, it's #SmallPoemSunday! Hi, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social , here's The Sign Says:

The Sign Says

No Solicitation!
except the Tamale Lady!

and I say, yes, Tamale Lady,
knock on my door, come up
to me on the sidewalk with
your white five gallon bucket
full of foil wrapped, hand made,
homemade tamales.

I buy four every time. I trust
your kitchen better than
any restaurant or grocery store.
I know love
when I smell it.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Cosmos, zinnias, one butterfly.

A sprinkle of bright flowers and the trunks of a crepe myrtle. Some questionable lawn.

2 bright zinnias, one orange, the other magenta. A yellow butterfly on the orange one. Corner of a building, some trees and a fence.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

I love being retired but I wish it paid better.

A squiggle drawing in black lines of various weights.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Coming your way early October!

Book cover image for Little Survivors Everywhere. Image is a cardboard box with an ant plushie, some leaves, and a caterpillar crawling up the side.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Too ratty to have been freshly shed, I think. Probably from our hawk?

A long reddish feather with a bit of dark brown at its tip, sitting on white paper towels.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Terrible photos, but, butterfly! Maybe a monarch.

Orange butterfly on orange zinnia, next to bright pink zinnia. Dry grass, green weeds and trees, hummingbird feeder middle distance, building corner on the left.

More zinnias, butterfly center of image.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Okay, it's officially Wednesday here and who knows what the day will bring, so, for #WeirdPoemWednesday, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social, here is Upon a Time

Upon a Time

The cigarette lighter
is filling up fast, oh don’t you miss
those good old tapioca emails
on the chocolate internet
of malls? That dog won’t hunt
says the real old-timer, chomping down
on his vape stick, listen,
there was a bird
once.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

Hmm. #SmallPoemSunday and @tomsnarsky.bsky.social this is what I got today. Ubiquity, Uniquity:

Ubiquity, Uniquity

I always used to have to have
a piano. People got rid of them.
“Take it, it’s yours!” they would say.
There was always somebody
to help get the piano into wherever
we lived.

Once I had them I did little
with them but plinket around
a bit. But I did have to have
a piano. Then I’d move, abandon
that one, find another.

I no longer have
to have a piano.The last
heavy thing I had to have
was this desk. It was cheap,
a gift from the Universe,
solid oak, dovetailed drawers
with hand carved pulls. If ever I move
I will not find another

its match. It is not like
those pianos were.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Faded picture because taken through screen. 2 fat cats.

2 cats lying next to each other. One black and white, the other grey and white and fluffy. They are on grey concrete. Part of a greenish plastic chair and a faded red plastic bin cover in foreground.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Love how bright when first opening.

Just opening pink zinnia in bright sun deeply shaded trees behind.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

An orange butterfly on bright pink zinnia.

As described in post. Also showing feathery foliage of cosmos and in the left, a vertical green stem.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

There were many of these wasps or? With irridescent blue/black wings and bright yellow and orange bodies. They moved too fast for my camera.

Mint with a bloom and an unknown pollinator.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

For #SmallPoemSunday, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social here's Welcome What Sun Will Come, collected in Little Survivors Everywhere, forthcoming from pearlpirie.com/small-press/... this fall.

Welcome What Sun Will Come

First the long note of the train,
now the owl, owoo owoo oo.
Soon, sun. Then, soon, noon.
How the day spins down
that fast it makes dizzy birds
lose track of their tunes.
No rain so we all drink light.
Crisp leaves twirl spirals
around faint trails where
raindrops once fell.
Inhale with care
this campfire air,
the hint of summer's peach
still lingering.

(for Peach Delphine, gone missing,
whom we miss.)

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

Be your own hurricane, be your own data center, you got to walk that lonesome valley, nobody else gonna do it for you.

Out of focus picture of a stream with a few rocks in it, and a tree sending roots down off the bank into the water.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

For #WeirdPoemWednesday, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social here's "Irregular" but nothing can adequately follow the weird of that Simic you posted....

Irregular

Listening to the 1:00 a.m. night train’s
whistle go long and not stop, wonder
who’s hanging out on those tracks tonight?
and did they move in time? We’ll
never know.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

Of course they do! (Click for alt)

And We’ll Fly Away Oh Glory

Dolly Parton and Wendell Barry meet up in Heaven. Dolly says “Wendell you old so and so, how the heck are ya!?” Wendell grins real big and says, “Hoo lawdy honey, it was a long sweet time but I am glad to be here.” A banjo and a fiddle
start up in the near distance. The two commence to clog. Dolly’s wig flies off and under it her hair glows and curls. Wendell notices his old horses, the first team he worked, grazing down a ways. He’s happy to see they’ve made it too. Looking off at the old planet, he elbows Dolly and says “think they’ll make it? They sure have been making a mess of it lately,” and Dolly winks and says, “Sugar? I do believe they will!” The two wander off, arm in arm, followed by all the wild things in a river of glitter and peace.

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Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

somebody out there wanting random posts? supposed to avert a bad month or suthin.... okay.

grain on a weathered board sitting on grassy ground.

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