More good news: I'll be reading "Spark" as part of Whale Road Review's Summer Celebration Reading via Zoom on Saturday, June 13, at 9am Pacific. Pre-register with this link if you'd like to attend: pointloma.zoom.us/meeting/regi...
Lisa Morin Carcia
@lisajean1015.bsky.social
Reader, meditator, birder, cat mom, poetry practitioner. King County, Washington.
Thank you to @whaleroadreview.bsky.social for including my poem "Spark: You Might Be a Birder If" in Issue 43! 🪶 www.whaleroadreview.com/carcia-2/
With Tom Lehrer's passing, I suppose this is a moment to share the story of the prank he played on the National Security Agency, and how it went undiscovered for nearly 60 years.
Remember that "secret sauce" I discovered a while ago? The one that has me writing so much it is an ORGY OF WRITING? Well, here it is. A simple thing you too can do! Featuring @notquitehydepark.bsky.social @alyssaharad.bsky.social @jsavrankelly.bsky.social www.maureenlangloss.com/in-the-bee-l...
In the Bee-Loud Glade - Maureen Langloss
A daily practice, like doing musical scales, to add to your writing routine.
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A good poem to read before bedtime. This is by Ryler Dustin from a Green Linden Press chapbook entitled "Something Bright."
This is a gift. Please listen. Thank you, @marthasilano.bsky.social and all the people who made this. This is what poetry is meant to do. on.soundcloud.com/XTmZu7ri42aS...
Martha Silano | Once
Strangers on the streets of Seattle and New York read Martha Silano's poem
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Remotely Boot up, log on, launch your email program. Then sit across the room in your armchair with a novel and a pair of binoculars. Use the binoculars from time to time to monitor your Inbox. If you look through the wrong end, you will find that your workload has vanished, and you are six years…
Remotely
Boot up, log on, launch your email program. Then sit across the room in your armchair with a novel and a pair of binoculars. Use the binoculars from time to time to monitor your Inbox. If you look through the wrong end, you will find that your workload has vanished, and you are six years old again, turning pages, lost and alive in your happiness.
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Zoom Reading It's crickets, we say, meaning the silence after a poem, when we lift our eyes to the camera's gaze and to our invisible, muted audience who might or might not be there. It seems unfair to crickets, who insist on being heard, on calling out, "I'm here! I'm here! I need you!" Wouldn't…
Zoom Reading
It's crickets, we say, meaning the silence after a poem, when we lift our eyes to the camera's gaze and to our invisible, muted audience who might or might not be there. It seems unfair to crickets, who insist on being heard, on calling out, "I'm here! I'm here! I need you!" Wouldn't it be sweet if after a poem we heard a gentle crescendo…
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I'm a couple of days late on this, but I have three new poems up at @eunoiareview.bsky.social!
Eunoia Review@eunoiareview.bsky.social · last yr.Ode to My Copy of Lunch Poems Purchased in 2013 on Monday, April 22nd at City Lights Books in San Francisco at 11:06 P.M. after gathering with friends at Chef Jia’s and Caffè Greco, the pull of the upstairs Poetry Room, Paul & David waiting on the sidewalk for me while I ran inside, my shortest…
Sculpture by John Grade: "UNION" - Resin and net, representing the dendrochronology (growth rings) of Western Redcedar. Washington Park Arboretum, Seattle.
Drink deep, little buddy - you've got a long, chilly night ahead.
Anna's hummingbird fueling up for the night during our current cold snap.
Pileated woodpecker, Brackett's Landing, Bothell, WA, 1/12/2025
Sorry can't go to holiday parties or wrap presents or bake cookies or watch Christmas specials, I'm writing a poem about birds every day in December. 21/31 so far! 🦢🦅🦆🦉🐦⬛🐦
This moving poem on love and dying by @emilyhockaday.bsky.social from Issue 37 of @whaleroadreview.bsky.social www.whaleroadreview.com/hockaday/
The Bending Light
The Milky Way beckonslike a door; how does a personbecome undone? Deathraises love in me, like creamto the surface. I am surprisedby the depth of it. How many waysI am learning to love: others, mys…
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Coming over here from The Bad Place. Same handle.