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via poems.com
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fast fashion in skimpy yellow— sassafras
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Uzbekistani tenor Bekhzod Davronov did a brilliant job as the poet Prunier in Puccini’s La Rondine at the Met (simulcast at @thestatetheatre_pa ) this afternoon, playing up the role’s worldliness and cynicism, and just generally acting like an egotistical
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Stone Aged Man found in peat part-way to coal the hide under his fur has weathered further than leather and his rib cage still holds a deathless canary he’ll never fix that leaky faucet you know the one a chip chip chip off the old flint
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Today in Plummer’s Hollow: budburst! Wake-robins! Long-spurred violets! And the lowbush blueberries are in bloom, too.
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spring mountain— some of the clouds are in bloom
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Today’s erasure poem from Mr. Pepys… we eat stones together again a little banquet with great gravity ugly and simple as the burial of each of us being dirt we would not go hungry to bed https://ift.tt/0wmoiuC #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #erasure #p
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spring has been in kind of a holding pattern this week
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turns out you can track the progress of the eclipse by taking photos and examining the lens flare
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Today’s erasure poem from Mr. Pepys. #erasure #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth god of doors we reach for a fuller land and come to pass through joy into a fanatic account of one another o my father’s father o my journey home
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river road… passed by a floating tire #haiku #monoku #haiga
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If you like my walking poems, you’ll love Ted Kooser’s! This book’s been out for two decades but I’m just discovering it now, thanks to a blog post last week by poet Bethany Reid https://ift.tt/Zr20Bw9 These days I get most book recommendations from poet
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this world as if we’re on hell’s roof gazing at flowers —Kobayashi Issa 世の中は地獄の上の花見かな yo no naka wa jigoku no ue no hanami kana
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It’s Poetry Month and the world is going to hell, but my collection of haibun is currently 20% off - just $12.81 on Amazon! Here’s a sample. The haiku below the prose appeared on its own in the online micropoetry zine Tinywords back in 2018… Plummer’s Ho
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April is Poetry Month in the US and Canada. Best of luck to all the folks trying to block off the time to write a poem each day! Even though Luisa A. Igloria and have posted new poems every day at Via Negativa for years, I don’t think either one of us wou
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AQUATIC SLOTHS!!! “Although sloths typically live in trees today, in the past they were adapted to life in water (Thalassocnus spp.). The aquatic sloth lived alongside crocodiles and whales. Based on their worn crushing molars and downturned rostrum with
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Happy Good Friday to those who celebrate. Here’s Samuel Pepys’ hidden poem from this day in 1661 (when it was not Good Friday). [For new/recent followers: I do one of these every day, but only post them to social media on occasion. Follow along at Via Neg
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Harrowing an empty coal train is rolling past a hobo camp so many vacancies like christ’s tomb while the emergency room at the hospital has no beds to spare no windows of any kind only an addict’s hallucinations and a skinny old man yelling
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On a year in which the first snakes were emerging on March 4 and the first trailing arbutus bloomed on March 17, I guess I should’ve expected hepaticas before April. Still a shock though.
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It really bothers me how few kids are able to walk to school anymore. Antonia Malchik’s book A WALKING LIFE offers a sweeping condemnation of our auto-centered culture and what it’s done to our bodies and our brains.
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a packed room for the peregrine her high pitch * wildlife rehabilitator Robyn Graboski from @centrewildlifecare at the Juniata Valley Audubon Society meeting last night
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Greens the green of moss on an oak three years dead the green of greenbriar on which a deer has grazed the green of a bench in the woods where vows were once exchanged the green of garlic mustard before it becomes too bitter the green of fern
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After Life in a thin soil of its own making over slabs of ancient sea floor the vacant shell of a pine still stands below the ridge crest gapped open like an iron maiden with horns of wood where branch collars expanded ring by ring now left b
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I am loving these mysterious, mostly untitled poems by Anna Glazova. The translator notes in an afterword that she wrote her PhD thesis in comparative literature on Celan and Mandelstam. Her own poetry does seem situated somewhere between the two. https:/
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Mourning Cloak moss like sadness hiding old wounds a mourning cloak butterfly touches down accompanied by a hydraulic drill hammering at the quarry and the screech of steel from a passing coal train the butterfly’s dark wings edged in white
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a windy hike on state gamelands above Bellwood today, avoiding the ridgetops and stumbling across some interesting things: a 19th-century railroad spike, some other odd iron posts, frost flowers, and a burl shaped like a backwards S
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into the woods what fresh horror’s red balloon #haiku #monoku #birthday #litter
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From hedgerow no.144 where I’m finding many impressive micropoems, but the second of these three by frances angela blows me away. The lock keeper! And he doesn’t even stop! Brilliant #haiku
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this week in not-yet-shared photos, one a day, starting with last Saturday’s snow squalls
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I don’t read or write fiction but occasionally I make gestures in its direction, as in this new piece… MILL TOWN the morning’s only cloud rises from the paper mill beside the bypass with its thump-thump of tires going elsewhere at seventy miles pe
