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jen m is a spider in a window @patientspider.bsky.social · 11h

i miss the redwoods

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good-time charlie @charline.tv · 13h

happy #weirdpoemwednesday with one from the books (I mean the book, my book) @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 15h

for today’s #weirdpoemwednesday (extremely complimentary), here is Clare Kelly in Keep Planning ➰

Pantheon

lisping sullen on the tide
a funny end to the dream vacation

a nest of three joined redwood trunks
speak to me in rainbows
source of all our loveliness

remove the veils o statues
dust on a sliver of the light

I am diamond-minded
down a jade green velvet tunnel

the perfect apple still believes in bananas

o irises in the field
look how they spin!

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Jacob JB @jajobi.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

“We Were There” by John Wieners: static1.squarespace.com/static/5e757... (15 is more than 2, right??)

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Jacob JB @jajobi.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Also available in print, alongside 98 other queer nature writers: alocasia.org/2025/05/01/j... (Details on the mag’s website) #twopageplustuesday

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Jacob J Billingsley :: “case moth moth case” – ALOCASIA

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Swallows transmit themselves through air The wings pump silence 🤌

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

for #twopageplustuesday today, with gratitude to the Wayback Machine, here’s “A Kentucky of Mothers” by Dana Ward:

Our love is god.

It’s really touching.

Sometimes I think that I’m just in the way.

So

Derek, anyone

what do you say?

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Jacob JB @jajobi.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

WCW

Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and grey, and—
In the tall, dried grasses
a goat stirs
with nozzle searching the ground.
—my head is in the air
but who am I…?
And amazed my heart leaps
at the thought of love
vast and grey
yearning silently over me.

(The Desolate Field by William Carlos Williams)

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Jacob JB @jajobi.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Xenia Tran

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J-T Kelly @j-tkelly.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I own this book. You could, too!

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Bradley David Waters @bradley-david.com · 04/10/2026

from Charles Simic “The Invisible” @tomsnarsky.bsky.social #smallpoemsunday

The crow nodding his head
As he walks by
Must've been a professor of philosophy
In a previous life
Who despite changed circumstances
Still opens his beak
From time to time
As if to address his adoring students, And seeing nothing but snow,
Looks up puzzled
At one of the dark windows.

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Sarah Alice @bandytstamp.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Lucy Tunstall, “Torch Song” #smallpoemsunday

Torch Song

Anoint your dead
poems.

Put them in a little boat called
She Who Must Be Obeyed—
our little joke.

Invite the Molotovs for cocktails on deck.
Tell them to wear all their gold.

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Zoe Korte (they/them) @mostlymosspoetry.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

An excerpt of John Donne since I got married this weekend 👰‍♀💕🍾 #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

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Burgi Zenhaeusern @burgi.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

"I want you to know it too." Two poems by Najwan Darwish from NO ONE WILL KNOW YOU TOMORROW (Yale Margellos, 2024), transl. Kareem James Abu-Zeid, for #smallPoemSunday. @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Land

Land, how much misery
you've brought to your people.
They're wretched when they have you,
wretched when they lose you.

Land, if only
we could inhabit the clouds.

Lost

That which is lost for forever,
that which that no one knows
but me–
I want you to know it too.
If it's lost but you know it
it's as if
it was never lost.

My hands are open,
and in every home I pour it out–
the childhood
I once had.

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Elena Zhang @ezhang77.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

A poem of mine in Touch the Donkey (touchthedonkey.blogspot.com/2026/07/touc...) #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Just Like in the Movies
They say there is no sound on the moon.
Please listen carefully to me.
What does desire feel like?
Like my tongue in your ear.
Like your hand in mine.
Closing credits go on and on and
on.

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Ray @raymondgibson.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

petrichormag.com/petrichor-31/

Sprachspiel

a man dreams of rain
it is raining outside
rain falls into his dream

suppose he is right
neither crackle of grease
nor so much clapping

his dream-self says aloud
it is raining outside
as he mouths it silently

supposing there is sleep
and two voices between
where did the words go

Raymond Gibson (b. 1980) earned his MFA in creative writing at Florida Atlantic University. Speak, Shade (2013) and Meridian (2016) are both available from Glass Lyre Press, and New Ruin (2020) from Ghost City Press. His verse can be found in Moist, Tiny Wren Lit, and Voicemail Poems.

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Eleanor Ball @eleanorball.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

new tiny poem in @tinywrenlit.bsky.social’s ekphrastic issue! dedicated to the stryge at notre dame cathedral. cc: @tomsnarsky.bsky.social for #smallpoemsunday be sure to check out the rest of this issue!! www.tinywrenlit.com/11/poem-for-...

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Eleanor Ball | Tiny Wren Lit

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜 feel free to share small poems you wrote or ones you love by other poets :) here’s one by me, from Reclaimed Water~

Possum Heaven

and the gone little soul on the side of the road said,
one day I will be part of a flower

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Ben Niespodziany 📚🎪 @neonpajamas.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I have two tiny poems in the latest issue of @petrichorlit.bsky.social 🐂 here's one of them petrichormag.com/31-pebbles-v... #smallpoemsunday cc: @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

The Reason for the Traffic Jam

A lit candle
in the wound
of a bull. This
is all we know
at this time.

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Gary Legg @poetryman1.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Love her brilliance!☀️☀️ 'Flood' by Gillian Clarke @tomsnarsky.bsky.social #smallpoemsunday

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Ewen Glass @ewenglass.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Doing the important work for #smallpoemsunday convened by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social 📈

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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Matthew Murrey ♥️ from LITTLE JOY (Cornerstone Press) Happy #smallpoemsunday! @mytwords.bsky.social @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Before the Dancers,

their shadows.
Before the fire, the hanging
breath. Before the kiss, the toss
and turn. Before the poem,
the page. Before death, sleep—
or was it death, then sleep?
Maybe I've had it wrong all along:
maybe the dancers, then their shadows.

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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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Valarie Smith @valarie.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

One of my top 5 books

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Paul Bowles, from The Sheltering Sky

“Before I was twenty, I mean, I used to think that life was a thing that kept gaining impetus. It would get richer and deeper each year. You kept learning more, getting wiser, having more insight, going further into the truth—” She hesitated.
Port laughed abruptly. “And now you know it’s not like that. Right? It’s more like smoking a cigarette. The first few puffs it tastes wonderful, and you don’t even think of its ever being used up. Then you begin taking it for granted. Suddenly you realize it’s nearly burned down to the end. And then’s when you’re conscious of the bitter taste.”
“But I’m always conscious of the unpleasant taste *and* of the end approaching,” she said.
“Then you should give up smoking.”

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

you’re illuminated by / some mystery / almost infinitely / smaller than your self, David Bromige

JUST THINK

Suppose this really were
happening to you
so that a screen
repeated every swollen move
a second after its enactment—

how would that feel,
reel upon reel
compelling as the notion of
your children growing older
when you stared at one just then,

that you’re illuminated by
some mystery
almost infinitely
smaller than your self,
the square you
could never make it through
at the back of the theater.

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Natsume Soseki, tr. Soiku Shigematsu

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Susan L. Leary @susanlleary.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Chris Abani 💙 An “ordinary” Wednesday poem for #weirdpoemwednesday! @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Poet of an Ordinary Heartbreak

Who hasn't been tempted by the sharp edge of a knife?
An ordinary knife cutting ordinary tomatoes on an ordinary slab of wood on an ordinary Wednesday.
The knife nicks, like a bite to the soul. A reminder that what is contemplated is as real as the blood sprouting from a finger. As real as a bruised eye.
Instead turn back to the meat stewing on the stove.
Scrape pulpy red flesh into the heat and turn.
Say: even this is a prayer. Even this.

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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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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

“Thank heavens / I think it’s real.” happy #weirdpoemwednesday from Alli Warren

PLUS DOME

As I watch the moon wax
again tonight I’m thinking of you
Bubbles your trusses of riveted
girders. Let’s start
with autobiography. There are two
distinctions I want to make
My bluebook was blank
now chiclets steady stream
all aboard daily. Thank heavens
I think it’s real. Knock knock
the milkman bears reference
tracing the rim a river
of O. Pounding that foghorn
all the way to Watsonville
grape jelly in the whiffs

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poemtoday.bsky.social @poemtoday.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Lines for a Critic You say I live to use my life in verse And this appalls you. Sir, I have done worse. Mary Baron Image courtesy @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

tomorrow night!! hope to see you there :)

Dodo Eraser reading poster. Featuring Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi, Romy Rhoads Ewing, Christian Fuller, Scott Laudati, Chris Scott, Travis Shosa, and Megan Williams. 9/30 at 9PM Eastern

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

today for #twopageplustuesday, another poem by Carl R. Martin: “Poe ambling through streets of Baltimore in the drunk election crowd/ or the donkey whose tail stands up, his profile that belies the moon. […] I have no promises to keep except to love & die & dream,/ to tend the dryads in the trees…”

who preferred his Hartford sitting room, exclusively by Tiffany, and did not hold to chopping wood.
Perchance to dream: fleetingly obscene and thoroughly American.

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Christina Daub @christinadaub.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

gone firefly “Old Lamp” by Clare Jones in Poetry vol 229, no. 1 #poetry #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

OLD LAMP

This world, old lamp, flickers.
No tinkerer, I let it alone. I,
who made a little sun,
once, or would have. Marred,
yet unmistakable, the wick
blows away black, gone firefly.

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