Terry L. Kennedy

@terrylkennedy.bsky.social

Author, What the Light Leaves Hidden (Unicorn Press 2023) Editor, The Greensboro Review linktr.ee/terrylkennedy

I spent a little time with the latest Southern Indiana Review and came away especially glad to have read Jim Whiteside’s “Pin Me.” It’s a good reminder that journals often give you one poem you weren’t expecting to meet that day. Ask your local library to subscribe: buff.ly/Kg514bR

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You can get there from here, though there’s no going home. Everywhere you go will be somewhere you’ve never been. Try this: head south on Mississippi 49, one— by—one mile markers ticking off another minute of your life . . from "Theories of Time and Space" by Natasha Trethewey buff.ly/m8navtN

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Just finished the Summer 2026 issue of Nimrod, and David James Poissant’s “Dénouement” is still with me. That’s one of the pleasures of a strong literary journal issue: you close it, but one story keeps unfolding afterward. Ask your local library to subscribe to Nimrod: buff.ly/ZR3V9of

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Spent some time with New England Review Vol. 47, No. 2, and Jennie Malboeuf’s “The Bible Isn't Kind to Dogs” felt like one of those pieces that quietly unsettles you long after you’ve set it down. Ask your local library to carry New England Review so you can read it too: buff.ly/WaWYdX3

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Just finished the current issue of Southern Humanities Review, and Adam Vines’s “Residency:Still Life: Two Sunflowers” is lingering with me. I love when a journal issue leaves one poem lit up in the mind afterward. Ask your local library to subscribe to Southern Humanities Review.: buff.ly/AFHKrxh

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I’ve just finished the Spring 2026 issue of The Southern Review, and Jennie Malboeuf’s “If Only” is the poem I keep returning to. A good issue has a way of sending you back into individual pieces again and again. Ask your local library to subscribe to The Southern Review: buff.ly/t1edAT2

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Closed out the morning with Volume 67, Issue 2 of The Massachusetts Review, and Jaimee Hills’ poem “On Mistaking Flowers for Active Shooters” is still lingering in a way that resists easy summary—unsettling, precise, and hard to shake. Worth asking your local library to subscribe buff.ly/H4ZsE7m

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Allegiance to the flag is a start. A promise. Begin there, says the teacher. Come, and we’ll climb the Hill at sunup, Daring, not disruptive. Dusk metes out mornings for Everyone who makes room For freedom to mold another day . . . from "Anthem for America" by Varsha Saraiya-Shah buff.ly/IdjdIRT

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