Stefanie Kirby
@msstefaniekirby.bsky.social
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Writer. Mom. Xeric gardener. OPENING (Glass Poetry, 2025). REMAINDER (Bull City Press, 2025). FRUITFUL (Driftwood Press, 2024). Poems in Best of the Net, West Branch, phoebe, Cincinnati Review, etc. More poems at https://linktr.ee/stefaniekirbypoetry
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It's here!! 🎉
bullcitypress.com
🎉 #HappyPubDay to Stefanie Kirby with REMAINDER (Inch #64) available now --> buff.ly/WHXyMdi
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msstefaniekirby.bsky.social
It's fantastic. Some of the pieces remind me of your work!
msstefaniekirby.bsky.social
Excellent, thank you so much!!!
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mitchnobis.bsky.social
Night crowd, what up? RSVP! Tomorrow!
mitchnobis.bsky.social
This is tomorrow, so RSVP now! I think this is my first live online reading since the book came out believe it or not, so I'd be honored if you joined the crowd. Plus, @clbpoetry.bsky.social & @djvorreyer.bsky.social are the BEST!
notatawp.bsky.social
Announcement time! October 14th, 7:00 Eastern: Hear poems from @clbpoetry.bsky.social, @mitchnobis.bsky.social, and @djvorreyer.bsky.social! Hosted by the amazing @readinstead.bsky.social!

Hit the eventbrite link to register. NAWP!

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msstefaniekirby.bsky.social
Which of his collections would you recommend for starters?
msstefaniekirby.bsky.social
Big fan of Julie Doxsee's Objects for a Fog Death and @jwindholz.bsky.social's The Sisters, in case you haven't read them yet!
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neonpajamas.bsky.social
my to-be-read pile steadily contains more and more novels with less and less poetry

please recommend me poetry collections that are weird, strange, surreal, funny, shocking, chaotic, unhinged
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Monday with Jane Hirshfield
Obstacle

This body, still walking.
The wind must go around it.
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susanlleary.bsky.social
“Everything ends up being an ode to death.”

—Martha Silano in TERMINAL SURREAL (@acrebooks.bsky.social)
DEATH POEM

Death is the one-day-alive mayfly clinging to a watering can.
When the grass turns brown, how can I not think of death?
In my heart, death lives like a mama raccoon with her two young.
We haven't figured out a way to undo death.
Death awaits the pigeon on a roof, says the Cooper's hawk.
It's not cool to mention corpse beetles when there's a death.
Did you know there's a death's-head hawkmoth?
A scrub jay squawks death, death, death!
Dragonflies and death: they live about six months.
Eating is for sure some kind of elaborate death feast.
Sometimes death is invisible, especially when we laugh.
Our planet: one big tribute concert to death.
Death be not proud, says John Donne, but death is proud, I think.
Everything ends up being an ode to death.
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mathewyates.bsky.social
better pic, hard to get a good one with the lighting in my room. not edited, just camera/lighting
better version
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caseystegman.com
It's cool and sexy to read books and hate fascism.
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neonpajamas.bsky.social
I once read a fairytale pedagogy advising against writing about wolves & candles, because they were cliché & overdone. I then proceeded to write a long sequence about a wolf full of candles.

Here are 3 from that sequence, thanks to @havehadhavehad 🐺🕯️

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havehashad.com
amazing new triptych from Benjamin Niespodziany today!!

The wolf full of old candles is melting in the parking lot. Parked at the waxing wolf, the melting wolf sees a permanent time of fire. Last night was the weather. Tonight's still unsure."

https://www.havehashad.com/jytay
Candlewolf by Benjamin Niespodziany
[1] Two area residents found a wolf full of old candles while on a walk yesterday evening. Authorities are trying to uncover the culprit, be it monster or nomad or youth. The mauled wolf is being…
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alinaetc.bsky.social
This Friday, a free @sarabandebooks.bsky.social zine workshop for yr lunch hour. My heart in that postscript. 🖤 We will wander through John Berger, little birds, and Rosa Luxembourg to write a p.s. zine. Register below. Come do words with me.

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corwijt48.bsky.social
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series of objects on canvas 44

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danielmiller.bsky.social
Read read read this incredible story and stave off the horrors for just a few moments more and just maybe, if you are lucky, you, too, will emerge with a fragrance suggesting an ongoing relationship with leather!
whitneycollins.bsky.social
I am beyond excited to have my story “Truth or Consequences” published with @hexliterary.bsky.social!
hexliterary.bsky.social
"I was once on a plane that suffered a monumental loss."

Folks, you aren't prepared for this new @whitneycollins.bsky.social story--perfectly written, utterly strange, incredibly compelling. We are so damn excited (and lucky) to share "Truth of Consequences" this week on hex! An absolute wonder! ✈️
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suzfrischkorn.bsky.social
Happy to have a new poem in the gorgeous fall issue of North American Review! Many thanks to J.D Schraffenberger and the NAR team. This is a poem from a new manuscript I’ve been working on.
@northamerreview.bsky.social
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
I thank the knife.

Jon Cone
AN ESSAY ON ONTOLOGICAL
PRAGMATISM


It is bitterly cold outside. The kitchen is cold. I thank the kettle. I thank the toaster. I thank the skillet. I thank the cutting board. I thank the knife. I thank the butter. I thank the water. I thank the raspberry jam. I thank the tea towel. I thank the coffee grounds I put into the compost tin. I thank the orange. I thank the orange peel. I thank the old round table. I thank the plate, the cup. The fork, the spoon. The small bowl of milk. The kitchen windows have ice. I must get window curtains. If you lean over the sink and look out the window at the far end of the street you see a pink aura announcing the sun’s arrival. I pick the cat's bowl up to clean it. I reach the cat food down from the cupboard. I thank the cat food and the cat bowl. The floor is dirty. It needs washing. I thank the floor.
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susanlleary.bsky.social
🌸COVER REVEAL🌸 for MORE FLOWERS & it’s a beauty! I’m grateful to so many: @triohousepress.org, @krisbigalk.bsky.social, @natashakane.bsky.social & to @fascicles.bsky.social, @kcbrattpfotenhauer.bsky.social, & @cynthiamhoffman.bsky.social for their kind, generous words!

Pre-order link in comments!
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fklein907.bsky.social
Very lucky to have a poem from my “Guide to Interpreting Dreams” series in the finale issue of Gigantic Sequins, alongside a stunner by @msstefaniekirby.bsky.social
Guide to Interpreting Dreams V
FRANCES KLEIN
You demand soup.
You crumple saltines over my bowl just the way I don't like it. At the magpie's rattle, you send me to tend to our child. Claws scratch my arms as I lift him from the cradle; I stoop for a kiss, and my mouth fills with beak. Outside, the sky is end-days yellow, and you answer each plea with a turned back. We have had the frogs and the hail. We have sprayed blood from the patio furniture, our bodies anointed with ointments for the lice and boils.
When the long darkness breaks, I know what comes next— but you hunch over your soup, unmoved. In the crib, silence where there should be song. A list from the back of the issue showing Stefanie Kirby and Frances Klein
msstefaniekirby.bsky.social
Such a delight to be issue mates! 💙💙💙
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commonmag.bsky.social
"She hates forming meatballs in her hands, digging in the sticky mass again and again. They pull the awful lump from between her legs. "

"Knives, Tongues ," by Simoné Goldschmidt-Lechner.
Translated from the German by Melody Makeda Ledwon.
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Knives, Tongues
SIMONÉ GOLDSCHMIDT-LECHNER <br> The paths are drawn on the ground before the borders appear. We buried water and supplies there, made this barren ground walkable, and moved from the north to the…
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