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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 10/08/2026
✨ Open Call: Osmosis Journal — Issue 1: "OSMOSIS" ✨ We are excited to announce the open call for the inaugural issue of Osmosis Journal. For more details on submission guidelines, check out the link in our bio!
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 10/08/2026
✨ Open Call: Osmosis Journal — Issue 1: "OSMOSIS" ✨ We are excited to announce the open call for the inaugural issue of Osmosis Journal. For more details on submission guidelines, check out the link in our bio!
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 04/05/2026
Some wonderful friends of Osmosis are currently working on a super exciting project on Ian Hamilton Finley's poetry and it needs your help! All lovers of concrete poetry, have a look at their crowdfunding page here: www.crowdfunder.co.uk/p/crafting-a...
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Support our new book on artist Ian Hamilton Finlay
To enable publication of a beautifully illustrated book about Ian Hamilton Finlay's creative collaborations
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 16/03/2026
Just over a week to submit to the seventh issue of Permeable Barrier! This latest issue is guest edited by our very own @brihughespoet.bsky.social!
Permeable Barrier
Seven
January 19th - March 22nd
full guidelines on permeable barrier . com

"I write to break out into perfect primeval Consent. I wish I could tenderly lift from the dark side of history, voices that are anonymous, slighted - inarticulate." - Susan Howe, There Are Not Leaves Enough to Crown to Cover to Crown to Cover (1990)

Email submissions to guest editor Briony Hughes permeablebarrier@outlook.com
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 14/03/2026
Next week, join Tamsyn Challenger as she celebrates the publication of Him Hymn at the Hungarian Art Gallery, University of Glasgow. The event is kindly supported by the University of Glasgow's Creative Writing Programme and organized by the wonderful Colin Herd!
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 29/01/2026
ANNOUNCING SOME GOOD NEWS
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January 29, 2026 at 9:01 AM
We are excited to announce that the Osmosis team is growing! Meet Alice, Francis, and Winter, who will be collaborating with Briony and Cat on the next chapter in the Osmosis adventure.
Excited is probably an understatement - this trio is a force to be reckoned with!
As most of our readers know, independent publishing is very much a community endeavor. After launching Osmosis in 2021, Briony was quickly joined on her adventure by the incredible Saskia, and together they grew Osmosis from a small idea (and lots of energy, love, and determination) into a full bookshelf of innovative books!
Since stepping into the role of digital editor in 2023, Cat has published a dynamic range of poetry, essays, short stories, film, text art, and hybrid experimentations across our featured writing blog - their energetic contribution to the project has been remarkable.
ALICE IS A WRITER, POET AND ARTIST FROM LONDON. HER CREATIVE WORK SPANS ARCHIVAL PRACTICES, COLLAGE, PRINT MAKING, ZINES AND TEXTILES. THESE WORKS HAVE BEEN COLLECTED BY THE NATIONAL POETRY LIBRARY, ARTS UNIVERSITY BOURNEMOUTH, THE BODLEIAN LIBRARY AND MULTIPLE PRIVATE COLLECTIONS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WORKING ON ALTERNATIVE MEMOIR AND EXPLORATIONS OF ANTICIPATORY GRIEF, EXISTENTIALISM AND SALVAGE.WINTER IS A POET, PERFORMER AND MODEL. SHE JUST STARTED HER PRACTICE-BASED PHD IN CREATIVE WRITING AT ROYAL HOLLOWAY, WITH HER RESEARCH INTERESTS INCLUDING TRANSPOETICS, PERFORMANCE POETICS, ARCHIVES AND EPHEMERA.
WINTER CHENFRANGIS DE LIMA
FRANCIS IS A FINNISH-BRAZILIAN POET LIVING IN LONDON, WHERE THEY RECENTLY COMPLETED THEIR MA IN POETIC PRACTICE AT ROYAL HOLLOWAY.
MANY OF THEIR POEMS CAN BE FOUND IN ONLINE LITERATURE MAGAZINES, AND SOME HAVE EVEN BEEN SHORTLISTED FOR AN AWARD OR TWO. THEY ALSO WORK AS A TRANSLATOR, AS WELL AS IN VARIOUS ROLES WITHIN INDEPENDENT THEATRE, FILM, AND ART PROJECTS, BOTH IN THE UK AND ABROAD.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 02/12/2025
SPOTTED: copies of Him Hymn in the wild at @burleyfisher.bsky.social
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Dr Briony Hughes @brihughespoet.bsky.social · 28/11/2025
Did you miss The Living Library? We’ve got you covered! I’m excited to share the video and audio documentation of our @beinghumanfest.bsky.social pop-up exhibition at the Landmark Arts Centre, curated by @royalholloway.bsky.social researchers 🍃🦇⛅️🐝 www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3PH...
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The Living Library: a pop-up exhibition of eco poetry
YouTube video by Poetics Research Centre
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Amanda Earl @amandaearl.bsky.social · 26/11/2025
i love the title 😍
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 27/11/2025
What an incredible evening celebrating the launch of Grief is the Thing in Pleather by Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain at the iconic Housmans 🖤
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 26/11/2025
This is not a drill! ‘Grief is the Thing in Pleather’ by Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain is RELEASED today! A limited edition of 100 copies 🪰🪰🪰 osmosispress.com/grief-is-the...
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Grief is the Thing in Pleather: Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain
Released 26th November 2025Edition of 100 copies.ISBN: 978-1-0369-3369-2 “Grief is the thing in pleather: iterative, reshuffling noir signifiers, re-marking punctuation, always to the same en…
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 25/11/2025
We are overjoyed to welcome Tamsyn Challenger’s tender, unflinching, and urgent Him Hymn into the world today! This publication is Challenger’s debut book of poetry, written with an incredible commitment to an intimate and luminous lyric I💙
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 21/11/2025
We have a handful of additional review copies for Him Hymn and Grief is the Thing in Pleather! Drop our editor @brihughespoet.bsky.social a message if you’re interested in reviewing!💙🖤
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 18/11/2025
✨LAUNCH EVENT ANNOUNCEMENT✨ We are delighted to be launching Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain’s ‘Grief is a Thing in Pleather’ at @housmansbookshop.bsky.social as part of the Housman’s Poetry Series on the 26th of November at 7pm! This collection is a consideration of/ writing through what it (1/4)
Housmans Poetry Series

Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain launches Grief is a Thing in Pleather

published by Osmosis Press

+ a host of special guest readers 
Hosted by Briony Hughes and Cat Chong

1900, 26/11/2025
Book your free tickets here:
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5 Caledonian Road
Kings Cross
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N1 9DX"Grief is the thing in pleather: iterative, reshuffling noir signifiers, re-marking punctuation, always to the same end. As Bussey-Chamberlain writes: 'Last time was not the last time; / I am here again.' From open field composition glittering in headlit streaks to the short gasps of Emily Dickinson's lines, in the narrow time of birthing and the contained prose poems of time lived, this brief collection packs in life after life after life, an expansive exploration of Dickinson's choice of "kindly" for Death's stop, with all the sardonic seriousness, the  deadpan profound, that characterises Bussey-Chamberlain's work."
So MayerA copy of the black and white cover of Grief is a Thing in Pleather published by Osmosis Press.Two copies of the cover held up together in one hand.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 18/11/2025
PREORDER ALERT 🚨🚨🚨 IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE BACK! This month, Tamsyn Challenger’s ‘Him Hymn’ and Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain’s ‘Grief is the Thing in Pleather’ will be released on 25th and 26th respectively🖤
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 07/09/2025
This week Osmosis is so excited to be featuring an extract from the forthcoming collection 'Grief is a Thing in Pleather' by Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain! Writing back to Emily Dickinson’s figure of death in ‘because I could not stop for death’ alongside Wiz Khalifa’s character (1/4)
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When your engine finally gives out 	Death pulls up, kicks his
door wide open, says 	Ride or Die. 	You choose both. Close up
his face is not handsome, a buzz of flies. 	There’s 		a
waterproof hat in the back, wide rimmed 	and when a fly stops at
your ear 	you ask it, why do you stay?
To be as regal as the buzzard one day 	it	 replies 		as 	if
the bounty hunter can confer carrion pride to everything he touches
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You will crash, or
You will run out of gas
Both are an ending.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 31/08/2025
This week, interrupting our typical weekly Featured Writing schedule as we’re incredibly announce Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain’s latest collection will be forthcoming from Osmosis Press this October 2025! This collection is a consideration of and a writing through what it means to live (1/5)
Grief is a Thing with Pleather by Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain in white writing on a black background surrounded by white drawings of flies.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 24/08/2025
This week in the Osmosis Featured Writing series, ‘la máquina se turna’ in the ‘omnicultural / revolution’ by Samuel Haecker. This visual poem revolves, subverting the linear conventions of poems written in English; ‘caressing mouths fed regrowth’ are ‘littering rejuvenation’ as (1/3)
omnicultural
revolution

trial
decomposed fathers littering rejuvenation
wir kommen wir kommen wir kommen
caressing mouths fed regrowth
valórame las artificias de hierro
brain
cycle printed formalities
niemandsland begraben außerhalb
stamen
molten steel shaped of nettles
puestos de lata se comen la hora
paranoia
blooms are machinist suns
bringe das Land es schwimmte alleine
circuit
boarded up aiming for fingers splinterless
querida patria me mato las manos
string
extensions of artificial honesty
pflanzlich geschmolzen ohne Riss
wool
is health without instruments
boca adolorida la máquina se turna
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 17/08/2025
This week, Osmosis is ‘upended on top of a green sofa with its seams burst’ in this hybrid experimental text by EK Myerson titled ‘what happens when a list takes on water?’. ‘[N]ow this is a list with legs’, they write, referring to listing as the ‘nautical term to describe when a vessel (1/3)
[3] I spent yesterday afternoon drawing these images in biro on a sheet of spare paper, which I had torn and folded into a rough fortune teller. Origami fortune tellers were very popular when I was in primary school but I hadn’t made one in years, so I had to google the template. These are the hidden fortunes of my Zodiac square:
Pisces I: “reality is…the skin of an egg” – Etel Adan, Surge
Taurus II: “the spread of unscheduled eating as an aspect of modern life” – Sidney Mintz
Taurus III: “the committee of management have, in one act, labelled their course both philanthropic & cosmopolitan” – Frederick Douglass
Capricorn IV: “Resonance is a biscuit / snap it into / and dunk it in your tea” – Bhanu Kapil
Capricorn V: “Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience” – Edward Said, Reflections on Exile
Aquarius VI: “processes of substitution, opposition, replacement & transformation amount to the very mechanism of industrial capitalist modernity” – Esther Leslie, Synthetic Worlds
Aquarius VII: “Should the novel that is never published still have been written? Of course it should” – Phyllida Barlow
Pisces VIII: “To make matters worse, I’ve never been able to keep my glasses clean” – Fred Moten, Black & Blur
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 10/08/2025
This week, Osmosis is watching the ‘intermittent spread of drifting cargo ships and the spinning of wind turbines dotting the horizon’ in JD Howse’s ‘Picture of Gray (1922), Henry Scott Tuke’. In this lacerating, evocative, and thinly veiled work of (1/8)
Joseph watched it all happen on television. He was lying in the dark, lit only by the light of the screen, curled up into a foetal little ball on his bed. He pulled the blankets tighter around him and felt salt sting the rotting corners of his sunken eyes, rolling down the broken ridge of his nose and onto his dry, chapped lips. “I knew it,” he whispered, “I hate myself, I hate everything, I want to die, I want to be loved.” 
I am sorry, I love you. There is nothing else to say. I feel like I’m getting there, and then it falls apart. It’s impossible to tell if that’s choking or laughing. Consider the hedgehog, huddling up against another hedgehog for warmth, and in the process hurting the other hedgehog and likewise being hurt in turn. The water filled his mouth and he dreamed.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 03/08/2025
This week, Osmosis is ‘being altered by / my phone the way I / seek stimulus behind it’ in Cogito Ergo by Will Staveley. ‘This is why I travel light’, Staveley writes, offering a litany of quotidian activities ‘ for escape / which is crucially (1/7)
why I                                                         smoke
                                                                 clench jaw
                                                                 tense
                                                                 stay in bed

______________for escape
which is        crucially never ____________just
____________________________________________________to be silent

but                   I need it
                                                    music                 light
___________________________________________________reel
______ desire
_______________ substance                                       or just the promise
_______________ to make it                                      all
__________________________________________________________________ seem worthwhile
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 27/07/2025
This week, Osmosis is ‘loitering / amid hyacinths and trying to remember / the movements of desire that terrified me’ in the poems ‘Cankerblossom’ and ‘Notes for a Lecture’ by Luce Lovell. In these poems about ‘market integration for this body politique, / circling (1/5)
I was bipedal and awkward,
the canary in a diamond mine.
What use is there for warning calls
when danger glitters in the macro-
structures of a lifetime? I never cared for
Deleuze or Guattari to my friend’s dismay.
Instead, I would dream of getting railed
on a linear bridge, or charting out a life
at relevant checkpoints over the Stour.
Something to return to once the worst
had passed. The shadows & breakages.
I won’t get lost in the rhizome. Not again.
Not again. And once again, I lapse out
at the kindest people I know.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 20/07/2025
This week, Osmosis is enthralled by the cave markings within the Cueva de Ardales, Spain in Michael Sutton’s poem Fragments from the Oath of Cave Ardales. Inside, more than 1,000 engravings and red paintings dot its walls, ceilings, ground rocks, and other natural features, having (1/4)
[________________________________________] voices, vortices
[________________________________________] in mourning
[________________________________________]
[________________________________________]

(gap partly filled, partly overlapped by the following fragments
found on a splattered stalagmite)

Walk past the disembowelled crane. Should I
remember this forever? [________________________]

Then, no, leave it
alone. Let go of the feathers
__The pattern of the feathers [
_))_______] a mirror of immense length
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 13/07/2025
This week Osmosis is riding ‘the old white bike our from the shed’ alongside this week’s protagonist in The Hermit Woman Bikes and Her Visitation by Catherine Hobbs. As a piece of fiction that plays with visual poetry techniques, this week’s featured writing piece is a stand-alone episode (1/3)
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the old white bike out from the shed and drag it laboriously by its rusted frame across the
Hoist UP, struggle for the peddles. DAMN!
DAMN!
Wob
Ble
then wend dangerously up the gravel schur.rrrru u . ` u u . ` . . . u . k .
Almost turfed off
turning onto the road,
leaving Deepwood
behind
on the left.
Thankfully, no one about. Mangey and hunched: ride on as a perf orming circus bear.
The woods appear soft, benign and uninhabited all around, although feel keenly that eyes
may be peering out from their cottages at this spectacle. Huh huhh huhh, straiN up the
modest hill between Kingswood and Moorside
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 06/07/2025
This week, Osmosis is witnessing the ‘origin moment’ of the universe, which ‘forged heaven beside little planet sphere’ in the poem ORIGIN: Yahweh Forges Entire Cosmos by Greg Hill. This work rewrites Chapter One of the Book of Genesis using only six-letter words, in a strikingly Oulipian (1/3)
1 During origin moment, YAHWEH forged heaven beside little planet sphere. 2 Planet missed having formal format; entire planet shaded inside opaque waters. Thusly, spirit within YAHWEH glided onward beyond opaque waters. 3 Thusly YAHWEH stated, “Behold! Appear lights!” Thence lights formed around YAHWEH. 4 YAHWEH beheld lights, called entire design superb. “Hooray! Extant things tickle Jovian senses. Enough! Moving onward.” YAHWEH placed lights amidst opaque waters. 5 YAHWEH called lights Waking Period; YAHWEH called opaque waters Nights. Sunset beside morrow entire became single cosmic period.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 29/06/2025
This week Osmosis is delighted to feature an excerpt from 'The Rat Man' by Lucie Staniek. Opening with a quotation from Literature and Error: A Literary take on Mistakes and Errors, this ‘post-critical essay’ focuses its attention on the ‘“Nixon slip”’. As Nixon himself (1/6)
‘“Error is associated with an unavoidable ignorance, ― when one gropes, so to speak, in the dark.”’1

Ruch states that a Freudian slip, is different to an error in the sense that, dissimilarly to an error, a slip ‘allows the transfer of extra, relevant information.’ It permits the listener to interpret, ‘extra information that the speaker did not consciously intend to transmit but is nonetheless relevant to the message.’2 The Freudian slip gives “context” to the error that has been made, which could arguably, change the listener’s interpretation on the said mistake.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 22/06/2025
This week, Osmosis is venturing underground in Olya K-Mehri’s The Soil Does Not Approve of What Is Happening Below. While this poem evocatively charts the movement of the roots, ‘like they’ve heard rumours of fire and want to meet it halfway’, Mehri’s poem looks at the ground as a place (1/3)
There is no such thing as stillness underground—only waiting with teeth.
They do not care for your gardens. They remember forests like war.
Each one carries a secret it stole from the last thing it touched.
If you could hear them, you’d swear the soil was cracking jokes in a language now extinct.
When they finally rise, we will mistake them for something holy.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 15/06/2025
This week Osmosis is moving amongst the ‘words [as they] sprout along the inner walls of the womb’ in this week’s scripto-visual piece titled ‘Thāi-mozhi/ തായ്മൊഴി’ by M. P. Pratheesh. ‘[B]reathe. grow. move’ the poem instructs as ‘time preserves nothing’ and ‘disappears (1/2)
Malayalam words scribbled in acrylic ink on terracotta shards of a broken pot are layed on top of twigs and white cotton cloth.
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mp pratheesh @pratheeshpoetry.bsky.social · 15/06/2025
thāi-mozhi, a new material poem found its home at @osmosispress.bsky.social featured writing.. osmosispress.com/2025/06/15/m...
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 08/06/2025
This week, Osmosis is delighted to be part of the process of ‘mak[ing] your own Easter bread, kozunak’ in the poem How to prove you still belong by Kapka Nilan. Written after the process of baking Cozonac or Kozunak, a sweet yeast dough that can be used to make various traditional (1/6)
and you just can’t knead any more or braid, sticky dough all over your fingers and on the floor in your far away kitchen but the lemon zest and vanilla take you back home where you don’t seem to belong, and someone might say ‘well done’ when they see a photo of your labour, hopefully, well risen and authentic and beautiful enough, and you’ll know, even if no one says it, that you still belong, and finally see

the basket full of fruit that is now your life
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 01/06/2025
This week Osmosis is ‘receiv[ing] the ~~ river ~~~~~’ in OVER | COME | OVER (CLIMATE EXCHANGE) / TURN OF THE TIDE / FLOTSAM / TONGLEN* by Fianna (Fiona Russell Dodwell). As the I of the poem takes the place of the river, ‘i am flooded ~~~~~~~’ as ‘you (1/5)
she’s~ very~~ high ~~~ though moon’s~ only~ new ~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
i am flooded ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~~ more~ rain ~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~ from~ moors ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
you flooded~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
~~~they are~~~ swollen and ~ full ~~~~ of ~~~ red~~ soil ~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
~~~ ~~they come~~ up~~ from ~~ under~ the~~ Aga at 4.9m ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~overthestepat5m~~~ ~~~ ~~~
~~~nine tides~~~~~~~~ mopping ~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
they~~ will ~~~ send~ help ~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~ they will pump it out ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
they keep it quiet~~~ they~ are ~~~~ at~~~~ sixes ~ and ~~~~~~ sevens ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
~~~we ~ have~ ~~~~~nochoice they ~~~ will~~~ send ~ compensation ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~willreceive~~~~sealsandmud~~~~~
~~~~ ~~for~~ninetides~ we~~~ ~~~will ~~beovercome~ seals~~ bump intothe~~~~ kitchenwall~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~ flow~~~ become~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~ receive the ~~ river ~~~~~ ~~~~ fish ~~~ slap~~~ on~~ the~~~ floor ~~~~
again again~~~~receive~~ flotsam~~~like~ a~~~ troupe~~~dancing~~into~ town ~~~~~ ~everyyearon~~ ~thesameday~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the ~~~~ quay~~ ~is~ drowned ~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~a~rowing~eight~ sends ~~~~~~waves~~~~~~overwindowledge~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
this~~ is~~~~~ they~~~~ mud~~ way~~~ you~~ dodwells~ is ~~~~~ they~ water~~~~~~ way~~ you~~~~ will~~~~ take~ us~here~ in~~~~now
i~~~~ am ~~~ sleepless~~~~~~~ ~~you~ ~~~~ muddy ~ we ~~~ ~~~~ jaded ~~~~~ they~ send~~~ text~~~ after text~~~ ~~~ ~~~
~~everywe~~~ move up ~~~~~ ~~~~go ~ooze~~~into they red hills send back see~~~~ they~…
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Wendy Allen @wendycaitlin.bsky.social · 29/05/2025
For a long time now, I’ve thought of my research into the maquettes as physically sitting within the text of @susiecampbell.bsky.social’s Enclosures @osmosispress.bsky.social. ‘Reaching for things to assure yourself that they are not yet lost’ - this book is beautiful.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 25/05/2025
This week, Osmosis is with Dani Salvadori in the poem At Rainham Marshes ‘where: / grasslands sweep over the landfill / mud is silvered by water / the A13 is dampened by flight / gravel pit chutes house the future / [and] lorries bring waste to waste’. In this immense and immersive (1/5)
incantation:
snow bunting | slavonian grebe
whooper swan | gannet
barnacle goose | fieldfare
slaty backed gull | white tail plover
whimbrel | bearded tits | whinchat
bittern | great white egret | peregrine
spoonbill | stone curlew | scoter
black swan | ring ouzel | laughing gull
glossy ibis | corn bunting | brambling
white stork | serin | serin | serin
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 18/05/2025
This week, Osmosis is ‘flecked with gilt’ in ‘blue lexicon’ of the ‘[a]mbient barricade’ in the poems 'Flux AH' and 'Flux BI' by Rahul Santhanam. As a semi-ekphrastic work, these poems were written in relation to the movement of lyric abstraction in painting which arose in Paris during the (1/5)
Flux BI

And for the word wondered to
What had. In which it whittling played
No hand. Ambient barricade. Tentacular
Fog. In the night of the arrhythmic
Mirrors, fixity be all. Serpent. Sum
Of same fault logic. Twisted honey
Brother whisper to powder school an
Income trussed of slow a parlour blither.
Blank of such bone veer have you.
Glisten us? Flower lamp bundle cow.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 11/05/2025
This week, Osmosis is ‘Inside / the Darker nights / of the evergreen / Red Heart’ in these ‘sculptural’, ‘cerebral and sensual’, and ‘vividly arranged’ poems by Sam Francis. Featuring 'The garden', 'The portal', and 'The vessel', ‘there’s Free roses’ inside these surreal (1/3)
Inside
the Darker nights
of the evergreen
Red Heart
Where there’s Free roses
The Genius of The Garden
fell
in a den of iniquity 	down
Outside it was GREEN
// Inside A Terrible Beauty
of plenty and excess
- large-scale, backlit
- vertical, horizontal, linear
We laugh, but
imagine the 
Collinson
of green foliage
pages

“Then write it,”
she said.
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Laura Davis @lauradavispoems.bsky.social · 04/05/2025
Thrilled that @osmosispress.bsky.social are featuring my film / text / textile poem 'Signs on leaves' today at osmosispress.com/2025/05/04/l... ! #filmpoem #ecopoem #ecopoetry #textilepoem #textileart #aeneid #sibyl
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Laura Davis: Signs on Leaves
Signs on LeavesThe Aeneid 3 519-521 Her visions are clear when she wants to seestill tapestry scenes of all human fates.She captures her wisdom as signs on leaves.The vanishing insects – not …
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 04/05/2025
This week, Osmosis is reading the ‘Signs on Leaves’ by Laura Davis. Mirroring both the structure of the villanelle and the dactylic hexameter of the Aeneid, Davis’ poem calls out the growing species extinction alongside the catastrophic effects of late-stage capitalism in (1/5)
The vanishing insects – not just the bees,
collateral in Big Farma’s arms race.
The data is stark, we just have to see.

From cash crops that fail to deserts of wheat,
the market, not land or climate, dictates
we ignore the wisdom of signs on leaves.
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Ryan T. Pozzi @ryantpozzi.bsky.social · 27/04/2025
Today's Featured Writing at @osmosispress.bsky.social: The Life and Legacy of Walt Whitman: With Unfortunate Clarifications from the Undersigned. Like I always say: If you want the truth, don't forget to read the footnotes. tinyurl.com/OsmosisPress #PublicationDay #WritingCommunity #Whitman
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Ryan T. Pozzi: The Life and Legacy of Walt Whitman: With Unfortunate Clarifications from the Undersigned
Walt Whitman stands as a towering figure in the pantheon of American letters, a poet whose visionary voice transcended the constraints of his era to capture the very soul of a nation.1 Heralded as …
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 27/04/2025
This week, Osmosis is featuring Ryan T. Pozzi’s ‘The Life and Legacy of Walt Whitman: With Unfortunate Clarifications from the Undersigned’; while the prose of this piece acknowledges Whitman as ‘a towering figure in the pantheon of American letters’ and ‘the father of (1/5)
4 The “pulse of the land” apparently included long walks spent ogling laborers and scribbling longhand fantasies about shirtless farmhands. Transcendence, but horny.

5 The “common man,” of course, mostly meant white laborers Whitman found poetically rugged. His so-called universality had blind spots large enough to drive an empire through. He celebrated the body—just not every body.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 20/04/2025
TODAY. GUMS AND POMATUMS BY SALVATORE DIFALCO. from @marbledmayhem.bsky.social: This week, ‘Jerry Lee Jones [is] on [the] radio / causing itch to the air’, in Gums and Pomatums by Salvatore Difalco. Gesturing between the American pianist, singer and songwriter, hair (1/5)
Jerry Lee Jones—what is
that tune that detaches you
from your reality? Is it
always a shaking leg or
a bone fragment sticking
out of your busted shin?
We fight, we love, we grease
ourselves to fit right in.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 06/04/2025
TONIGHT. VIDEO POETRY FROM ANGEL DIONNE. DREAMS OF SPLENDOR. (IMAGE OF FRAME AT 0:26. TEXT: ‘Dreams of splendor unearth foreign structures and islands of paper tokens that we squirrel-away in the pockets of your cheeks.’)
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 02/04/2025
FEATURED WRITING SUBMISSIONS OPEN. Every Sunday we showcase a writer on our featured writing blog. We welcome writers from all disciplines to submit work, and are particularly keen to see pieces which engage with hybridity and experimentation.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 30/03/2025
TONIGHT. SIMON RAVENSCROFT. A RELATIVE PLAY OF WAX, HAZE.
Now, iridescence implies variability of colour
based on perspective. The word is a compound
of Greek iridos, from iris - a goddess
incidentally - and the Latin suffix
-escent; it means literally 
to have a tendency towards rainbow.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 23/03/2025
TONIGHT. JHANI RANDHAWA. SQUALL.
As an ocean ages, plural god
shuttle of light and languages
as ocean is thick
                  on an atmosphere cupped snow,
                  born of glacier
I exit into dream                    of tsunami frozen in place
                                                    of settlement, of
permutation
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 16/03/2025
TONIGHT. VIDEO POETRY FROM GERALDINE WALSH, EUGENE SKEEF, AND ED EPSTEIN: 'DREAM OF MY GRANDMOTHER'. [IMAGE OF VIDEO FRAME AT 1.08]
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 09/03/2025
EVENING. MARK WYATT. HOW ASCALÁPHUS BECAME AN OWL.
This concrete poem is shaped like a perching owl:  It was an entry level job. Having a keen ear for the rustle of leaves, snap of a twig or dynamic crunch of an apple, was one of the key criteria, together with adequate vision (night-time essential), while a patient disposition characterized by phlegmatism was seen as quite desirable. Despite my need for reading glasses (resulting from too many candlelit hours studying), I was considered a good fit for this role. So here I am, recording customer use of the orchard, noting observations in my ledger, for example: Young female; queen; wife of Pluto; pomegranate x 1; 7 seeds; sad appearance. I was told when I took the job that such data would inform decision-making as to how the orchard is managed: which trees to plant; action to enhance the ambience. So, I kept notes brief, non-judgemental, informative. Hence my dismay at being accused of ‘squealing’ to the authorities. I saw what I saw, more faithful clerk than Samuel Pepys. I protested
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 02/03/2025
TONIGHT. NADIYA AAMER: seared.
A grey background with repeated text layered over in pink and black reads:  Israel brands Palestinian detainees in West Bank with numbers on their foreheads. An image of Osama Shaheen remains at the back of the text, obscured by the pink and black writing.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 23/02/2025
TONIGHT. DYLAN HUSSEY: THROWN BESIDE.
Dreamt a storm
again last night —

in the bath listening
to thunder.

First time in 31
years heard it clap,

like actually two bright hands
applauding.
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 17/02/2025
TONIGHT. THREE FROM J. L. MOULTRIE.
anti-sonnet

layers of autumn leaves the clearing’s confession
the woven seas persisted in altered states eluding
my castigated shell desires inspired by the candor
of oleander my hells didn’t include verity, silence
or the subtle violence of prayer
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Osmosis Press @osmosispress.bsky.social · 09/02/2025
TONIGHT. HANNAH MAY HARDING: FINDER.
Positioning them in the wet sand,
and almost in reach of the tide,
half buried
a “used universe” was realised.

The impression it makes,
looking for stones everyday things
or the feeling of being
the observation of one taken from remains
she ‘can’t resist’
invented a process
an “alternative past”

what was unfolding

Once the eye is sensitised to
those so often overlooked
we see the breaking point, where all
our meaningful concepts, such as me, you, woman,
man, love and hate, will be stripped of their meaning

They help us reveal 
a sense of history 
of prophesy and space, so to speak,
giving an effect of movement through a place
albeit a much quieter one.

The minute details 
house so full
in London in round fragment
She remembered as though she has
merged with the shoreline and 
shaggy with seaweed. 
she was nothing of not precise 

Maybe we’re nearing
other kinds of truth
in London in our imaginations – 
time-honoured ways to
become part of the landscape itself.
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