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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 21h

Celebrating the 1st book birthday of @saraswatinagpal.bsky.social's Drench Me in Silver published by @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social 💜 Here's a favourite poem 'Chai' which explores the nuance and tensions between culinary rituals and domestic and cultural dynamics. A stunning collection all round!

A photo of Drench Me in Silver by Saraswati Nagpal, published by Black Bough Poetry.

'Chai' from Drench Me in Silver by Saraswati Nagpal, published by Black Bough Poetry.

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 19h

Also my review of this beautiful collection 🤍 @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social

A review by Vikki C. of Saraswati Nagpal's Drench Me in Silver, published by Black Bough Poetry.

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The Moth Magazine @themothmagazine.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

❛ I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves. Anne Sexton, who died #OTD in 1974.

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Thank you so much for all your support! I am well and hope you are too.

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Honoured and grateful to receive an acceptance from UK based @stoatpoetry.bsky.social today. Thank you to editor Ingrid Leonard for selecting my poems 'Reverse migration' and 'Acropolis as body, as language' for Issue 2 of the magazine 🤍 #poetrycommunity

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Link to full issue plus "Looking Glass" feature and video reading 🍁 www.rowanglassworks.org/fall-2026.html

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

A reading of my poem "Queerness of Our Species", published in @rowanglassworks.bsky.social Issue 33 yesterday. This video appears in their "Looking Glass" section for the issue alongside meta-discursive insights on the poem. Check out the full issue & features: rowanglassworks.org/fall-2026.html

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Glassworks Magazine @rowanglassworks.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

New issue out today! 🍁📖 #LitMag #GWIssue33 #AmReading ⬇️ Read or order a copy: www.rowanglassworks.org

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

It's an honour! Such an incredible issue. Kudos to yourself and the team for putting it together!

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Burgi Zenhaeusern @burgi.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

I love the game of hide-and-seek the poems in BLOODSTREAM play with passion, how they spring their fire upon a reader. 😊🔥💖 BLOODSTREAM by Sarah Carey (Mercer University Press, 2026) #poetry #bookSky 📚💙

The cover of Bloodstream depicts a color drawing of a flowering passion flower vine winding around the title and the author's name and beyond the cover's frame, on a greenish white ground.

Globus

I wake hungry, restless, stuck–
something I can't swallow. Forgive me
wanting more than a god

can give, I pray. I want to believe
divinity lives–within my body,
out of my hands. Years ago, I passed

the peace of the Lord in a pew.
Now, I toss, I want
my peace back. I reckon with the arbiter

who shuffles order, the shark who deals
luck like cards. I turn,
I tuck my head, take from childlessness

a holy solitude, a shell. Call me
mollusk, crustacean, reptile-
in-exile. Imagine Marvell's drop of dew–

so self-contained! But I know better,
I know burrows, dreams beyond
the terminus of my ancestral thread.

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Delighted to have a new poem "Queerness of Our Species" in @rowanglassworks.bsky.social Issue 33! Also a special "Looking Glass" feature with meta-discursive insights about my poem plus a video reading 🔥 Thank you to EIC Katie Budris for including me in this gorgeous issue! Link below 🤍 #poetry

Queerness of Our Species

Vikki C.

Male penguins raise three young, said the headline.
The two had chased the female off, right after she’d laid eggs.
By dusk, the couple had planned the whole family.

Another cruelty to convention. Another soft survival.

It isn’t for us to know if the mother is still alive,
so the story pickaxes at unknowns,
becoming thinner as days glow and contract.

The moment we chose each other, the soft down
between us began to molt, leaving the bare cage of our hands,
the bony lamps of our shoulder blades.

There’s no word for such quickening anymore.

My own weather froze the feather I witnessed on my
way out to Portobello—but never enough to fix it
to the icy ledge. The same ledge I was known

to lean out from—man-watching with a bear’s hunger.

The tiny plume lifted sharp on a white wind,
sailing off to the place where the tender ring.
Later, I read that the mother penguin was found,

circling her young—but now thinks them all corrupt.

The two males clean out of sight—still famed
for their strange deed. It’s unclear who abandoned whom,
only that things circled, our feet slipping beneath dun grass

—till we raised each other again, out of more-than-human nature.

That Sunday, armed with market flowers and brown paper bags,
I brought back your favourite fish for supper—though
you were unlikely to attend. I hoped we’d dine together again.

Late light flooding the kitchen. Scent of herbs and fatigue,

the fish glittering on the large wooden board.
Its one marble eye turning from clear to cloudy
—a small heaven, keenly looking out for your return.

That Sunday, armed with market flowers and brown paper bags,
I brought back your favourite fish for supper—though
you were unlikely to attend. I hoped we’d dine together again.

Late light flooding the kitchen. Scent of herbs and fatigue,

the fish glittering on the large wooden board.
Its one marble eye turning from clear to cloudy
—a small heaven, keenly looking out for your return.

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Exact Editions @exacteditions.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Happy #NationalPoetryDay! 'Orpheus in Spring' by Jenny George celebrates this year's theme "wonder," describing the human impulse to collect treasures, and the opposite action of admiring the world without taking. The poem is from The Poetry Review, official publication of @poetrysociety.org.uk.

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Beth! ❤️

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Link to full issue plus "Looking Glass" feature and video reading 🍁 www.rowanglassworks.org/fall-2026.html

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Ice Floe Press (OPEN for Subs June - July 2026) @icefloepress.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

New at Dis/enchantment/Anomie/Spectacle series a new prose work: unique, precise, magical by noted American #author Greg Mulcahy #prose #GregMulcahy #Art @rfredekenter.bsky.social If I could tell the dead so the dead would listen, I would tell the dead to shut up. icefloepress.net/2026/09/28/p...

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PITY – Prose by Greg Mulcahy

PITY He was at the clinic looking to solve the moment’s limp with magic nonsurgical intervention to abate the bad knee.…

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

'To the earth's edge, where difference ends' From The Maybe-Bird (The Song Cave) by Jennifer Elise Foerster 🤍 #poetry #poetrycommunity

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

'To the earth's edge, where difference ends' From The Maybe-Bird (The Song Cave) by Jennifer Elise Foerster 🤍 #poetry #poetrycommunity

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Thank you for your lovely support along the journey 🤍

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Anteroom (formerly The Winged Moon) @anteroompoetry.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

So many achievements to celebrate from Anteroom contributors! Congratulations, @vikkicwrites.bsky.social on this nomination from The Ilanot Review @sundresspub.bsky.social 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Thank you so much, Todd! And for all your support!

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Congratulations to you too on your Best Small Fictions nomination!

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Thank you so much, Veronika! ❤️

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Thank you for your generous support, Sam!

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Honoured my poem "Survivorship" has been nominated by The Ilanot Review for the @sundresspub.bsky.social 2027 Best of the Net Anthology🔥 My thanks to Managing Editor Marcela Sulak and the team at The Ilanot Review. What a lovely gift! Congratulations and best of luck to all the nominees! #BoTN

The Ilanot Review 2027 Best of the Net Anthology nominations.

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

My pleasure, R. A treasure of a book, truly. I hope it reaches new readers worldwide x

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RobertFredeKenter @rfredekenter.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Ty V. means so much. A book still very close to me. avail at 🎸@icefloepress.bsky.social website @vikkicwrites.bsky.social #canada #reads #books #hybrid #collaboration #prosepoem #poetry #fragments #juxtaposition #longpoem #photo #art "when you care for someone you live in a very heightened way..."

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Loving this excerpt from Audacity of Form. The voice liberating, most alive in the *spaces between nature, music, art & kinship. @rfredekenter.bsky.social — another "poet among painters", if I may say so. No surprise given the lifelong circle of artists/collaborators. @icefloepress.bsky.social ✨️

'Lines I Found For You' - an excerpt from Audacity of Form by Robert Frede Kenter.

Cover of Audacity of Form by Robert Frede Kenter.

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Revisiting this prose poem 'Childhood' which was published in Issue 71 of @upthestaircase.bsky.social last November. Thank you again @aprilmbratten.bsky.social and all readers that bring much light to our words ✨️ #poetrycommunity #poetry

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Read A Little Poetry @readalittlepoem.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

“What wind blew me / off course, took me from heart and home?” — Donika Kelly . . . This poem appeared in Sinister Wisdom, 2017. Shared here with deep gratitude.

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Veronika Fuchs @veronikafuchs.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Self-portrait with an abyss

Reflection on still water: white and golden clouds stretching into the endless sky, a dark silhouette of a woman at the bottom holding a phone

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Thank you so much, Susan! I'm touched it made you feel that way. Always appreciate your lovely comments and support 🩵

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · 01/11/2025

Grateful to have a new poem 'Childhood' included in Issue 71 of @upthestaircase.bsky.social alongside a wealth of talent! Huge thank you to EIC @aprilmbratten.bsky.social for selecting my work ❤️ upthestaircase.org/vikki-c.html (ALT TEXT included) Check out the full issue at the link in replies.

Vikki C. | Childhood
Mostly, I wasted it, in refuse sites bright with strangers’ belongings, throwaways and
condemned vehicles. They are planning to turn the toxic lake into a freshwater reservoir.
Permission granted the summer you left. They will name it Tranquility. Introduce lush
colonies of fish to colour in the stenciled dark. Powdered pellets of sedatives skimming the
water at dusk, to send those creatures to sleep—even as light radiation peaks. The glow must
have been my mother visiting, as promised. She, another site of special scientific interest,
treated too late. Each time those harsh rays shone through her like sabers, I innocently
sketched them around another circle—to make a new sun. Below, an emerald landscape
reaching to meet it, the sprinkler set to a gentle spray. My father walking through the
rainbowed spectrum, as if returning. I would wait—longer than I counted—for his steps to
draw near, for the key to turn in the lock, and amber to pour through the crack, illuminating
the pairs of animal figures, who waited too. The ending was less than he remembers—a
rearrangement of night and TV static, the bent August heat on oily kneecapped roads. Some
alien waterlilies, like retired ballerinas, larger than a man’s fists, overtaking the sidewalks.
Surviving, rootless. Like all other variables, the experts couldn't explain such condition.
Water versus concrete. Truth versus playground. The vapour in those polished mason jars,
never too tightly sealed.

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