A sonnet by Jiří Valoch

Babe, wake up. Siken just published three bangers. theshorepoetry.org/issue-26

“Everything that is singular has a name” A poem by Larry Levis.

Dhanvi Everyone misses everyone. We have holidays to remember. We dedicate books and buildings to people we've lost. We write songs to celebrate the absent and the fallen. Memory. Memorial. Remembrance. Find a way to honor their life. Foster their good qualities in yourself.

found this old book with incredible titles and terrible poetry

禅。

the smell of rain.

ryan. . It's a generational thing. People who grew up texting don't use much punctuation. I'm sorry three commas caused you grief. The strategy is called "syntactic delay." It builds tension. The book is only 47 pages. You need to build stamina. Anyway, you should get a refund.

Brent Raycroft That the couplet misleads us into expecting a full rhyme, then complicates that expectation once we realize it's an eye-rhyme, is actually rather clever. Regardless, the choice was clearly intentional.

Truly, I feel like the old poems were written by a different person. I still like them, though.

silly girl on ur tl > Roll around in language and find the joy in it again. Your niche is where you stalled out. You have to connect with language from where you are now. It's a new you, it's a new day, it's a new language.

queen of the world Reset. Turn off everything. Talk a breath. Splash water on your face. Now: Tell me what you know from where you are with the skills you have. You are the only one witnessing it from your time, location, body. What's important to share? You and I are spies. I want your secrets.

I can read Rhina Polonia Espaillat all year round.

To love purely is to consent to distance, it is to adore the distance between ourselves and that which we love. The imagination is always united with a desire, that is to say a value. Only desire without an object is empty of imagination. Simone Weil

REGINE EBNER Mountains that See in the Dark 2025 @blackboughpoetry.com A debut of incandescent lyric drawing on Arizona as an zone of inscape— the “sentient earth.” Astringent phrasing revealing a rich vein of acknowledgement of community— sentience via scent, desert wisdom.

You and I are a mountain of grief. - Akhmatova

Adam Zagajewski ~ Only in the beauty created by others is there consolation

“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” — Franz Kafka