Sometimes it feels like there are so many things in this world that we just can't control : Pandemics, Hurricanes, Floods, fires and Bloodshed🌎⚡🔥💥😔😌 But it's so important to remember the things we can control : Compassion, kindness, Forgiveness, Love and Understanding✨❤✨

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One of the things I love about Twitter: At 2am I could type, “I love Louise Gluck” and a conversation could follow, from places all over the world. It makes my brain bigger and my heart happy. Musk? Whatever. I’m here for the poetry and the people.

if you listen closely you can hear the rising waters whispers if you cover your ears you’ll hear it too —Ariel Francisco, 1st place winner of the 2021 Treehouse Climate Action Poem Prize. @AriCisco poets.org/poem/insomniami

Would anyone really trade a metaphor of light for actual light? And yet, metaphors can go where light cannot. And so poets persist in the foolishness that may make one wise.

We have responded to all submissions, and invite more work. Everyone who submits before November 15 will receive a response in two weeks, likely sooner. We look forward to reading your work. Submission guidelines: bit.ly/ParenthesesGui….

Next month we'll be taking chapbook & full-length submissions of poetry! Dr. Taylor Byas, Ph.D. & Adrian Franco will be making chapbook selections to top off our 2023 calendar ✨ you'll have one month to send us something! variantlit.com/manuscripts/

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Check Out This Awesome Tri-color Tourmalines From Afghanistan. Photo Copyright ©️ @idreesgemscollection #minerals #crystals #gems

Dean Young poems the invention of heaven.

If I love poetry, it’s because I have a soul made for poetry. My habitual dreaminess, my impatience have nothing to do with my intelligence, but rather with my disposition. One of these days, I shall talk about the things in myself that I don’t understand.

sitting alone with stones this beautiful night Shuoshi

Supernova - A hush of brilliance As the end nears #haikuchallenge ( hush) #haiku #3lines #haikusaturday #poetry #poem #writing

a wildflower without a hint of resentment Issa

David Sculpture, 1623–1624, Gian Lorenzo Bernini, Borghese Gallery, Rome, Italy

Photos I took with my lens cap on

One can forget a poem is not 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 an event, but 𝘪𝘴 an event.

Happy Saturday. This brilliant poem by Sharon Olds:

“The past is always tense, the future perfect.” ― Zadie Smith

When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours. ― Raymond Carver