Sam Rasnake

I have new work at UCIty Review, 8 poems. Thanks to eds. Andrew Cox & Raphael Maurice. "I’m the vision trapped in the artist, the paint between bristles, dabs and strokes of color, life hidden in lines. Creator moving inside the created." "Living on the Fringe" www.ucityreview.com/32_Rasnake_S...

Joy Harjo, from “How to Write a Poem in a Time of War”

I measure time now by my son's growing up. In a surge of tenderness and amazement today: "You're so gorgeous." "What are we going to do about this?"—his father's son. Nothing. Everything. Dwell in love.

Heads up, friends: The final workshop in the current 3-in-90 series: Moods, Memories, & Mishaps is THIS Saturday, October 31st 1:00-2:30 p.m. Eastern. Still time to sign up and join us! 🎃 www.artofflashfiction.com/threein90

"It's 6 am, and the crows keep squawking." And: "She couldn't see the frog dodging the high heels and work boots scurrying by." I love these gems by @karenc.bsky.social in @gonelawn.bsky.social 💙💙💙 gonelawn.net/journal/issu...

"Because that's how it's done." "Why aren't they uneasy, too?" "Vodka gimlets did not give him moves." Melissa! 💖 no-filler flowers in a slice of Bouquet by @melostrom.bsky.social in Inkwell

The Ruins of Nostalgia by Donna Stonecipher #poetry

The Gallows Songs by Christian Morgenstern #poetry

an absolute stunner by David Dodd Lee

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'What Vera Says About Stalin in the Autumn of Holodomor' from @words-outwest.bsky.social Vera says Stalin is waiting in the woods. I imagine those proletarian muscles forced into a wolf suit, his moustache bristling like whiskers in the air. Read more: www.ellipsis-zine.com/writing/what...

What Fits Between teens drag a rusty red barbecue and beach chairs to the gap between the river and the highway six-foot wheat bends in the wind boys trying to light spliffs cupping the lighter for each other girls tailgate with a box of wine in the bed of a Silverado metal worn rough by salt and…

Potholes wind in the aspens she spins her wedding ring he turns away geese cross town his wet boots by the door gone by morning yellow leaves stick to her windshield one coffee cooling frost tipped turbines rain fills the potholes an empty driveway Alexandra Fritz is an entertainment attorney…

Shirley Jackson’s short stories are soo wild—mundane and eerie, at the same time. Ordinary life, creepy people, strange scenarios at everyday places.

Originality requires the aptitude for exile. -- Jane Hirshfield

I have a new microfiction about grief & beauty & destruction in Bending Genres. read my story “Dishes” + all of Issue 51 🍽️ 🎨 grateful to @rgvaughan.bsky.social & the @bendinggenres.bsky.social editors ♡ bendinggenres.com/dishes/

Part 2 of our conversation on motherhood. @theprideroars.bsky.social weekly series. Enjoy! #WritingCommunity

"I waited for her to ask the question, had we been having an affair, but she never did and if she had, I would’ve told her no, you were my faraway friend." The one and only Anna Vangala Jones (@anniejowrites.bsky.social) returns to The Bulb Region with one of her trademark gut-punch micros.

This week in the poetry blogs with @suefinch.bsky.social @webbish6.bsky.social @grimalkingerry.bsky.social @samrasnake.bsky.social @matthewepaul.bsky.social @garybarwin.bsky.social @pearlpoet.bsky.social @victoriamoul.bsky.social 1/3 www.vianegativa.us/2026/10/poet...

From Rolling Stone’s list (2021): The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time… #119: Marvin Gaye, “I Heard It Through the Grapevine” This is the second recorded version and the third released – but Gaye’s version made the loudest boom on the charts. youtu.be/6FODXN6LnzA

Carl Phillips, from “Something to Believe In”

"The high school boys surround the Scrap Boys. The high school boys are a geometry lesson. Four independent points forming a changing whole,...." Wow! I love this piece! Extraordinary writing by @tomwellerstories.bsky.social in @tinymolecules.bsky.social 💙💙💙 www.tinymolecules.com/issues/twent...

Have You Been Long Enough at the Table by Leslie Sainz #poetry

Light makes way like fire Angela Ball

Trampoline #34.2 is excited to have poems by Natalie Marino, Jacob Schepers, Charles Hensler, and Zebulon Huset. www.trampolinepoetry.com Take care

A False Bright Joy The streets are all screens: moving images of vehicles without drivers, uncharismatic people being interviewed for their "noble" pursuits, and the sound of machines doing customer service better than you. You're almost comforted by how not alone you are until the moving images…

From Rolling Stone’s list (2021): The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time… #127: TLC, “Waterfalls” youtu.be/R09S7CNPhFs

"For the door is an entire cosmos of the Half-open. In fact, it is one of its primal images, the very origin of a daydream that accumulates desires and temptations: the temptation to open up the ultimate depths of being, and the desire to conquer all reticent beings."

A return to Bachelard, of course :) (The Poetics of Space, tr. Maria Jolas) 'Why not sense that, incarnated in the door, there is a little threshold god? ... In the third century, Porphyrus wrote: "A threshold is a sacred thing."'

Speaking of thresholds

"She can see the outlines still, faint red rings wedding her to memory and resolution. She pins back her hair and sets up her easel." I love this powerful piece of writing by @sharontelfer.bsky.social in @ellipsiszine.bsky.social 💙💙💙

"No mother / will ever pluck us with a gentle turn / of her wrist." Love how non-humanness feels so deeply human, plus the unexpected shift in perspective in this unique autumnal poem ❤️ 'The Unripe Apples' by @charismorgan.bsky.social in Grain Magazine #poetry #poetrycommunity

In the Roar of the Machine by Zheng Xiaoqiong #poetry

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Summer’s Ending Your closed fist around the green bottle's sweating neck makes me jealous. The sun is always wanting. I say we should move to Sweden, where light will bathe us Midas-touched and perfectly toned, only half- joking. You laugh and I let myself swim in it as evidence that I am still…

“In the unfenced field of pure language potential, I meet William Carlos Williams. I meet C.D. Wright. I meet Claudia Rankine, M. NourbeSe Phillips, Dionne Brand—workers at the edges of our language fields, minds tuned to hybridity and play.” or: who I actually think should be winning the Nobel, ha

(I will never abandon the beauty of rural spaces because someone who lives somewhere else is worried about rural nostalgia.) —from my essay “The Unfenced Field and Poetry,” forthcoming @thirdcoastmagazine.com 🌾

I think I am ready to learn how to write. Think with words, not with ideas. -- Susan Sontag

Denise Levertov, from “Sojourns in the Parallel World’

It's one of those melancholy-weather mornings, and I'm thinking about Strindberg's celestographs—about how his photographic plates, along with or instead of the night sky, captured specks of dust or droplets of dew. www.cabinetmagazine.org/issues/3/feu...

"But she didn't ask so I didn't tell her every poem was a promise, every recipe was one we wished to cook side by side, every song lyric an insinuation,...." Big love for this piece of writing by @anniejowrites.bsky.social in @bulbregion.bsky.social 💙💙💙 bulbregion.com/But-She-Didn...

'Artemisia's Thumb' #HistoricalFiction from @sharontelfer.bsky.social In her father’s studio, the girl Artemisia learns that her thumbs are her measure and her guide across the canvas, her bridge between what she sees and what she paints. Read more: www.ellipsis-zine.com/writing/arte...

Rhythm of Motion by ManooZ music.apple.com/us/album/rhy... #housemusic

The Good and the Bad by Vibrations of Gravity music.apple.com/us/album/the... #dancemusic

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜 feel free to share small poems you wrote or ones you love by other poets :) here’s one by Poppy Cockburn @poppycockburn.bsky.social, from Every time I meet you feels like doom (SARKA Publishing, 2026)

The Way Things Are There's a last time for everything, especially at this age, looking over the edge of the cliff: a last time to pick blackberries in the sun, a last time to lick the end of a thread and feed it through the eye of a needle, a last time to hear from a great distance the strong…