Snow Falling The burials keep coming More and more Like highway signs When we approach a city. Thousands of people gazing Into the land of long shadows. A bridge is built Slowly, Right into space. —Tomas Tranströmer

"Dear soul, we will part, me becoming thinner than dust, you, vanishing into a strange openness tonight, I have invited my shadow." ETEL ADNAN from NIGHT

Child asks, "Mom, does the war sleep?" Mother replies, "The war sleeps in the dead bodies, under the skins of the living, and in the souls of soldiers." Child asks, "Who invented war, mom?"

"Poetry is all over the art world, and publishers should be paying attention" 👇 thebookseller.com/comment/words-…

Christoph Niemann J'ai vu le soleil se noyer / I saw the sun drown

Today is the first day of National Hispanic Heritage Month. Explore our collection of U.S. Latinx Voices in Poetry. Artwork by by CHema Skandal! bit.ly/3ATZgaH

Lookin' back at you. Googly eye on carpark floor. #happenstantialart #eyes #streetphotography #urbanstories

🌿Le flot de la rivière La croissance du ciel Le vent la feuille et l’aile Le regard la parole Et le fait que je t’aime Tout est en mouvement. Paul Éluard / Le Phénix Leila Forés

I should set about memorising this little room: This is probably the very moment to store it all, Earlobes tasting of salt, a dying language Of perfume, and the heart of someone Hanging open on its hinges like a gate. . . . — Lawrence Durrell photograph: Elliott Erwitt

Sorry we've been quite quiet - here's little sneak peak at the debuts to come this week! Phillipa Trelford Alexandria Faulkenbury

Ok, Everyone, here is my response to the lovely Vikki C. ‘s wicked challenge for this week’s TopTweetTuesday and Matthew M C Smith . I hope you like it. 😄🌃

Thematically it’s probably unmistakably, mine. But, I tried a concrete prose poem as a different type of free verse. Bang on 60. I hope I hit the brief. Thanks a million to Matthew M C Smith and to Vikki Vikki C. for hosting this week’s TopTweetTuesday ! Cheers all!!

For TopTweetTuesday a poem about Dr William Carlos Williams, who is said to have written poems between patient appointments. Something different from me. Thank you to host Vikki C. & all the crew.

A visual poem on a subject not in my usual repertoire for our inspiring and prolific host Vikki C. (Vikki C.) and this week's TopTweetTuesday. I hope you enjoy 'Portrait of Reductive Sentience' and thank you for reading. #imagist #poetrycommunity #Connections #human

Hi everyone TopTweetTuesday, not writing new stuff at the moment with the house upside down with decorators et al. So here’s a 57 word piece from a couple of years ago where I was aiming for a different voice. Many thanks to today’s host Vikki C Vikki C.

My work day was horrible. Couldn't forget this challenge. I transported myself to a place where I could write nonsense, something I scarcely do, and tried to write as the fruitcake inside. 🤣 That was as close as I could get to not being me. Tricky Vikki C. TopTweetTuesday

Hi Vikki C., hope you're enjoying hosting today's TopTweetTuesday Here's my entry for today, from my chapbook, Lust Alphabets.

Can I change my style? What, here on my holidays...unlikely 😉 but here's an offering, Vicki, courtesy of my new go-to app. TopTweetTuesday Vikki C.

TopTweetTuesday Vikki C. Hi Vikki. Sorry so late. I hope you're having a good day. I hope this comes through to you. Very new and doesn't have a title yet. May be part of a project.

How do you know earth? Time stuck in squelching mud; digging your hands into soil; planting seeds or pulling up roots. A landslide. A drought. Gravity, keeping you. What does earth evoke? What does it make possible? Submit to Earth, our 3rd print anthology! 🌎🌍🌏