This Jack Gilbert poem is now in season

what are your favorite poems that could be described as weird small guys here's one of my faves by Charles Simic

“When told I look like a man's image / of a woman, I believe it.” This Callie Siskel poem is perfect ❤️

Status update, Shō No. 6: We’ve accepted 35 poems from 23 poets. For context, our last two issues each featured 47 poets—we’re looking for more strong work! RTs appreciated 🤍

I mean, I’ll be there 🥰❤️

One thing about mother: prose titles were not her forte

I like when several poems in the same collection feel like stabs at the same idea, like they're arrows aimed at the same target. You get to see this whole scatterplot of near misses

Linda Gregg, who would have turned 82 today

... I wonder if only those who love you can make you feel alone. —Our #PoetoftheWeek C. Francis Fisher brooklynpoets.org/community/poet…

Persona (1966) Director: Ingmar Bergman

Grateful for the inclusion of my poem, “Lamb” 🐑

he would be suuuuch a good real housewife

To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended, he’d removed the iron sliver I thought I’d die from. —2024 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize winner Li-Young Lee bit.ly/474TOOe

Thank you for the love, Duotrope! Remember: we’re open for submissions until the end of the month!

We got ourselves a podcast now 🎙️📚

Rereading Proofs & Theories and Glück’s writing on anorexia is excellent: “anorexia proves not the soul's superiority to but its dependence on flesh”

Beautiful people what’s popping

Writers! We're #openforsubs for the next two weeks. Send in your risk-taking and beautiful #poetry and short #fiction. All the details right here: theswannanoareview.com/submissions We can't wait to read what you've got.

BREAKING: The mother of Derrell Mickles— the man shot by police on the L train yesterday for allegedly trying to evade the fare— just told me she had no idea he was shot. An officer left a business card at her door yesterday, but she didn’t know why. She is shocked. Story TK.

Sorry but there just isn’t a better poem to set off a transformative eclipse season Zagajewski (transl. Clare Cavanagh)