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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 07/04/2026

happy #twopageplustuesday all! today’s for longer poems you’ve written or loved, that would run to 2+ printed pages—share ’em if you’ve got ’em :) today’s also my mom’s birthday, so here’s one from my book Reclaimed Water that owes a great debt to her music, which I’ll 🔗 below—

Outer Tactics
Spinning Sibylle
Baier's Colour
Green, or really it's on Spotify to be more honest about modes of transport of information, the sound going in a cache instead of circling below a needle, vestigial record like a water wheel turning and turning over the stream one side of its white oak faded by the sun but none of this can tell you anything

about her voice, Sibylle's, how it took nearly 30 years for Colour Green's songs to make it out to people, ghost voice carried into the new century by a son— now I'm getting ahead of myself the songs are just beautiful, were recorded between 1970 and
1973 with minimal accompaniment, mostly, stored thereafter until
Sibylle's son Robby made a CD of them and gave one to

J Mascis, rest is history etc.
I have never written about how
my mom is a singer, was in all
manner of bands over the years and recorded on three occasions: "Don't Be Shy" in 1988,
"Center Stage" in I
forget what year, and
"Sands of Time" in
I also forget, something funny searching
"sands of time" in your email, hoping for what exactly the video

we made for it, mom's song,
Bob had big ideas that shaped it but the song is hers, intellectual property law notwithstanding (my mom is also a lawyer)— a forest gave itself a name and now we're here.
Today I
couldn't remember my father's hands, Kristi asked me what rings he wore band of late gold on the horizon near sunset, evening an inkling waiting for

its quill forgetting is nothing like baseball on the radio in which they tell you repeatedly who's where because you cannot see
Stevie Nicks rehearsing "Wild
Heart" in the makeup chair singing her heart
Out “I kind of hate the word ‘heart’” Ben Mirov says somewhere
silent seas Richter’s Rachmaninoff’s
(Op. 32 No. 10) sustain pedal
with poets
it’s always the line break and never the brake line foolish heart pumping fluid for ever god's water
wheels intercepting just enough blood to keep us lit illumine the marian brain "immaculate etymology" I googled trying to continue my dad always loved that one
Staind song

The cover of Reclaimed Water by Tom Snarsky (Ornithopter Press, 2023)

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 23/01/2026

from Reclaimed Water (@ornithopterpress.bsky.social), for Eliot Cardinaux’s #fragmentfriday

XII.

You do not owe any of us anything

Blue river

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

Forthcoming from Ornithopter Press in 2026, poetry collections by Assem Bazzi and Chloe Bliss Snyder!

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Donna Vorreyer @djvorreyer.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

Emma Windsor Wood- Preferred Internal Landscape from @ornithopterpress.bsky.social

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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

More from Eve Luckring ♥️ from SIGNAL TO NOISE (Ornithopter Press) Happy #smallpoemsunday! @thetenderbetween.bsky.social @ornithopterpress.bsky.social @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

ECHOED

: familiar but unrecognizable

: this "b" for that "v" sound

: whenever they blame the victim

: each room swarming with ants...

: how I let her down; I let her down; let her down

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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

Eve Luckring 💙 from SIGNAL TO NOISE (Ornithopter Press) @thetenderbetween.bsky.social @ornithopterpress.bsky.social

SCATTERED

: in my mother's ashes

: some sort of daughter

: with an unreliable sense of direction

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thetenderbetween @thetenderbetween.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

Halloween Hauntings! An excerpt from my new book, Signal to Noise #hearingspirits www.ornithopterpress.com/store/p26/SI...

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thetenderbetween @thetenderbetween.bsky.social · 23/10/2025

So lucky to have Tom Snarsky as a reader! 🙏🏼

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

Eve Luckring, from Signal to Noise

POROUS

: a mystic

: in doubt

: not unlike a cloud

: sopped up with Large Language Models

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 29/09/2025

Signal to Noise by Eve Luckring, available now from Ornithopter Press: www.ornithopterpress.com/store/p26/SI...

The front cover of Signal to Noise by Eve Luckring, featuring the artwork Impression Figure by Margaret Watts Hughes, a 19th century Welsh artist who created images using the eidophone - a device of her own invention.

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 29/09/2025

Preferred Internal Landscape by Emma Winsor Wood, available now from Ornithopter Press: www.ornithopterpress.com/store/p25/PR...

the front cover of Preferred Internal Landscape by Emma Winsor wood features a photo by the author or deer in front of a contemporary building in a northern California suburban landscape

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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · 03/04/2025

Was reminded yesterday of the opening poem of @tomsnarsky.bsky.social’s RECLAIMED WATER (@ornithopterpress.bsky.social)—thanks for this @toddedillard.bsky.social!—so on Day 3 of National Poetry Month, here’s “Philosophy,” another poem I love from this brilliant collection! 💙

Philosophy

I just want you to understand that if you took every jellyfish who had ever died in the sea, and not just the visible ones washed up ashore, no, even the ones who lived and perished in total obscurity, if you took all their gelatinous inertia rocked by the waves it's maybe the beginning of an approximation of how my heart has felt for fourteen years of looking at you. And of course that's like the most American thing I could possibly do, wrap mass death up in the matter of an individual heart, but like one tree alone at the height of a hill offering high noon's only shade for a quarter mile around I'm stuck with it, I'm carving secrets in the bark because I'm a dog for you, I'm backwards, yesterday I forgot my own name

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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

Todd, your prompt made me think of this poem, “Saddest Factory” by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social in RECLAIMED WATER (@ornithopterpress.bsky.social)!

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thetenderbetween @thetenderbetween.bsky.social · 15/03/2025

The making of this book took me through all kinds of difficult terrains—thanks so much to @ornithopterpress.bsky.social for their trust and patience with its long and winding creative process. It’s exciting to now get a chance to send it out to share and find its way into the world.

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 13/03/2025

Forthcoming from Ornithopter Press in 2025, poetry collections by Emma Winsor Wood and Eve Luckring!

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 05/12/2024

Please read this review of Michael D. Snediker's JONES VERY written by the inimitable H. L. Hix: internationaltimes.it/urgency/

“Snediker’s Jones Very could serve as a proof-text for Lyn Hejinian’s observation that ‘The desire to tell within the conditions of a discontinuous consciousness seems to constitute the original situation of the poem.’ Its sentences accumulate the way David Markson’s sentences accumulate in Wittgenstein’s Mistress. I experience them according to the curious epigraph to the ‘Notes’ section of the book, attributed there to Hopkins: ‘I do not believe school is from schola viz. σχολή, but the Teuton word meaning assemblage, collection, as shoal, a school of whales shell (in a school of form).’ Just so do Snediker’s sentences school; just so do they school me.”

—H.L. Hix, "Urgency," International Times, November 23, 2024

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

Introducing JONES VERY by Michael D. Snediker ✨ From what do we assemble ourselves, of what fervors is that scene of us comprised? Jones Very—named after Ralph Waldo Emerson’s haunted acolyte—is an ecology of oxymel and abacus.... ✨ www.ornithopterpress.com/store/p24/JO...

Front cover of Michael D. Snediker's collection of poetry JONES VERY featuring cover art by Henry Chapman of a person from shoulders up delicately painted in washes on canvas, looking back at the viewer.

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

Introducing AN INCH THICK by Theo Ellin Ballew ✨ AN INCH THICK is a future-mythic life story in lullaby, peopled by punkish attempts to bind and measure and hold still (attempts egged on by the memory of their impossibility). ✨ www.ornithopterpress.com/store/p23/AN...

Front cover of AN INCH THICK by Theo Ellin Ballew has a grid of green dancing flying figures against a reddish brown field.

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

Hey everybody, it's wonderful to be part of the creative community here. So many new friends, this is great. Ornithopter Press has published 2 fabulous books this fall. Preparing to share them with you now. New posts coming up.

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Moist Poetry Journal @moistpoetryjournal.bsky.social · 03/04/2024

Tom Snarsky with your poem and prompt today! From “Care Of,” which you can read in full here: moistpoetryjournal.com/2024/04/03/c... @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

“The horses are writing their night philosophies”

Tom Snarsky

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 25/03/2024

borrowing these lines by Eve Luckring (@ornithopterpress.bsky.social) for an author bio

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 21/03/2024

from Intaglio Daughters, Laynie Browne's homage to Lyn Hejinian

You disappear into a duration

I wrote what I remembered of our meeting

then placed my face inside notebook

close to the lettering until words

touched my cheek and all other sounds

dimmed—strawsong, pulling

Queries, red-wrapped

A lovely cubicle we enter

Appetites, compartments, rubbing

against interruption, distraction

Sorry, lorry and slurry, we come apart

Message cures curvature

Finally I’m convinced: pinpricks, lines, hooks

You persevere into pulsation

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Dr. Han VanderHart @hanvanderhart.bsky.social · 31/01/2024

I could no longer permit the presence in my body / of fictions belonging elsewhere. —Laynie Brown #poetry @ornithopterpress.bsky.social

Reason what of flurry, what of fishes, of fury

Where no words console, sustenance is the relentless
search for your other—us, us! A heaven of silk fitting two words together, through pencil lines of
hair, nests, puzzles of hands securing the page
Once arrived at the pond I rejected an entire oeuvre of migraines, the skin of a frog, its toes brushed my lip then shoulder as it leapt and broke the surface
I could no longer permit the presence in my body
of fictions belonging elsewhere. I pitched my device then realized my crime against duckweed and all below
I had disowned my own toxicity, poisoned a sanctuary
A wish for telepathy, fallen for dubious shortcomings
Seasons of worry, what of ditches, of jury

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Of Poetry Podcast @ofpoetrypodcast.bsky.social · 05/02/2024

Of line breaks, of minisons, of experimental poetics, of Wallace Stevens and of Noelle Kocot, of small and large poems, of bagpipes and of the infinite variety of language and of ultimately: surprise. Episode 43: Tom Snarsky (Of Minisons, Math, and More About Long Poems) is now available!

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Episode 43: Tom Snarsky (Of Minisons, Math, and More About Long Poems)

Tom Snarsky, author of Reclaimed Water (Ornithopter Press, 2023) Listen: On Apple, Spotify, Google, and streaming Read: Neutral Spaces, for more of Tom Snarsky's poetry Purchase: Reclaimed Water (Orni...

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 28/01/2024

happy #smallpoemsunday! if you feel so inclined, you can share a small poem you’ve written and/or a small poem you love by somebody else :) here’s a snippet by Joel Oppenheimer & one by me, from my chap Threshold @anothernewcalligraphy.com reprinted in Light-Up Swan @ornithopterpress.bsky.social

i believe in
the necessity of poets,
and even when dancers
wake me up at ten sunday
morning i believe in them.
and when the car hauler
full of junked heaps pulled
up along bank street i
thought oh my god a sculptor's
moved next door, but i believe
in them too. the culture
depends on its artists --
whether we are out hunting
for food, or trying to stop
a war. and i sit in
my room guilty, wishing
everyone could live there,
and yet i say damn it,
i can, i'm entitled,
as long as i do my work.

Love Poem with No Words

This poem happens in an actual lake.
There are no words in it, only things
Burnt out of their ordering. Like a
Bright yellow prism of sunlight,
Or maybe a pearl. Things with no
Human form. Things that say sorry
When they don't have to. Like water,
Or maybe a used airbag. The fore-
Most criminal in my life is me and
The foremost healer in my life is
Indisputably you. We're in the lake
Together and it's raining. The air-
Bag full of pearls has sunk to the
Bottom. The sun is almost here.

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J-T Kelly @j-tkelly.bsky.social · 17/01/2024

I keep meaning to say. I got a copy of @tomsnarsky.bsky.social 's Reclaimed Water, and I am enjoying it! It's on my new bookshelf in my bedroom and I'm not in bed to take pictures. But the longer "Rare Birds of Massachusetts" is really good!

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 14/01/2024

happy #smallpoemsunday! if you feel so inclined, you can share a small poem you’ve written &/or a small poem you love by somebody else :) I’m a big fan of what Peter Reading once called “the thirteen-line sonnet for unlucky people”—here’s one by Michelle Parkerson & one by me :)

These mornings
she finds company
with good wine and music
on some weird timetable with success

But lately, she lost the game
she plays so well
At some point, you have to grow up
she resolves
though her memories
of how she imagined
It Was Gonna Be
were cushioned

and the growing pains

Where Stars Make Dreams
and Dreams Make Stars

To write poetry you need to eat
to a point where you feel

kind of sick, pumpkin ice cream or
looking at something

you shouldn't for too long—
I don't know, barking

at the moon? Rachmaninoff
in stereo? Come on Tom

you must have a less white
example. The fire we started

with all those Catholic newspapers
—it didn't burn hot or long enough

to keep the birds / from stealing in

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 01/01/2024

Kate Colby

How far I’ve come
into my own

promise kept
rather than shown

all I’ve done
so far
from what I know.

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Ornithopter Press @ornithopterpress.bsky.social · 28/12/2023

Hi all, please check out this review in Diagram 23.2 of Gabrielle Joy Lessans's poetry collection [a go] by Sarah Alcaide-Escue! thediagram.com/23_2/rev_les...

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J-T Kelly @j-tkelly.bsky.social · 28/12/2023

This is the first poem I turned to after I bought @tomsnarsky.bsky.social 's book Light-Up Swan (which is the most recently written book of poems I have read more than twice and keep reading). I still don't know why it is titled "Classical" or why it moves me so strongly. Buy this book.

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Of Poetry Podcast @ofpoetrypodcast.bsky.social · 27/12/2023

Our fathers didn't turn / from the patios; our mothers practiced / eternity. —Erin Malone, from Site of Disappearance (@ornithopterpress.bsky.social)

Swing the Statue

Fireflies strung, the lilac evening
beaded on the drinks in our fathers'

raised hands. Our fathers didn't turn
from the patios; our mothers practiced

eternity. In this game only I could move.
Time stands still because

it has a body—My brothers and
the kids from our cul-de-sac

fell where I flung them, landed as tigers
mid-roar, or movie stars tipping their chins.

Their bare ankles in the grass didn't itch.
Through open windows the clatter of dishes

quieted, our mothers' calls stretched
so I could walk between the sounds.

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Of Poetry Podcast @ofpoetrypodcast.bsky.social · 26/12/2023

Last episode of the year, dropping tomorrow! 🎙️✨ Erin Malone guests, reading from her new collection, Site of Disappearence (@ornithopterpress.bsky.social, 2023) Subscribe here to listen: share.transistor.fm/s/19123bdc

“…hopefully most of our poems surprise us…”

Erin Malone, Ep 40

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 24/12/2023

happy #smallpoemsunday (Xmas eve edition)! if you feel so inclined, you can share a small poem you’ve written and/or a small poem you love by somebody else :) here’s one by Kristín Ómarsdóttir (tr. Vala Thorodds) & a page spread from Reclaimed Water 🎄

CHRISTMAS PSALM

The snowflakes that fall from heaven
play notes hidden in the grass.
We find our footing in an invisible
soundforest.

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The sister
Experience
To having
A soul, bats
Fly out
Over the
Small pond

The little
Skips they make
Catching bugs
For food

That's how
Easily
I think
Of you

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The second it's said
It enters into
A bucket of saying

Green leaves &
Christmas trees

Animal heaven

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