Shane Schick
@shaneschick.bsky.social
“You must change your life.” Poems in Juniper, Stanchion Zine, Shō Poetry Journal and elsewhere. My wife is a priest. DadX3
'Consumerism consumes all questioning. The past becomes obsolete.'
John Berger perfectly capturing the state of global tyranny in 2025 (except this was from 'Bento's Sketchbook,' first published in 2011).
John Berger perfectly capturing the state of global tyranny in 2025 (except this was from 'Bento's Sketchbook,' first published in 2011).
December 9, 2025 at 11:55 PM
'Consumerism consumes all questioning. The past becomes obsolete.'
John Berger perfectly capturing the state of global tyranny in 2025 (except this was from 'Bento's Sketchbook,' first published in 2011).
John Berger perfectly capturing the state of global tyranny in 2025 (except this was from 'Bento's Sketchbook,' first published in 2011).
'As if the beautiful world has no end.'
Loved this Dan Rosenberg poem from the latest @sixthfinch.bsky.social
Loved this Dan Rosenberg poem from the latest @sixthfinch.bsky.social
December 8, 2025 at 1:49 AM
'As if the beautiful world has no end.'
Loved this Dan Rosenberg poem from the latest @sixthfinch.bsky.social
Loved this Dan Rosenberg poem from the latest @sixthfinch.bsky.social
Starting off the week with a grateful return to Traces Journal, which published my poem 'Everything.' Thanks as always to Maya, its editor, for supporting my work.
November 24, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Starting off the week with a grateful return to Traces Journal, which published my poem 'Everything.' Thanks as always to Maya, its editor, for supporting my work.
Guys, my sports-obsessed, video game-loving 17-year-old son asked to borrow my copy of Emily Dickinson's collected works.
Not for an assignment. Like, to read. For fun.
I think my work here is done.
Not for an assignment. Like, to read. For fun.
I think my work here is done.
November 23, 2025 at 8:24 PM
Guys, my sports-obsessed, video game-loving 17-year-old son asked to borrow my copy of Emily Dickinson's collected works.
Not for an assignment. Like, to read. For fun.
I think my work here is done.
Not for an assignment. Like, to read. For fun.
I think my work here is done.
"You who now claim to be poets, humble yourselves before what you should be."
Raymond Queneau
Raymond Queneau
November 23, 2025 at 12:06 AM
"You who now claim to be poets, humble yourselves before what you should be."
Raymond Queneau
Raymond Queneau
Watching "Come See Me In The Good Light" about the late Andrea Gibson and I don't think I've ever seen a pair of lovers editing a poem on film before.
November 19, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Watching "Come See Me In The Good Light" about the late Andrea Gibson and I don't think I've ever seen a pair of lovers editing a poem on film before.
Good morning.
📸: Me
📸: Me
September 6, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Good morning.
📸: Me
📸: Me
"The pen, the pot of ink, the strewn pages."
Goodnight from Raymond Carver.
Goodnight from Raymond Carver.
July 20, 2025 at 2:15 AM
"The pen, the pot of ink, the strewn pages."
Goodnight from Raymond Carver.
Goodnight from Raymond Carver.
Saw a submission call asking for writers to send poems that "perform Olympic feats with language."
Bro, I'm lucky if I achieve Little League feats with language.
Bro, I'm lucky if I achieve Little League feats with language.
July 20, 2025 at 12:11 AM
Saw a submission call asking for writers to send poems that "perform Olympic feats with language."
Bro, I'm lucky if I achieve Little League feats with language.
Bro, I'm lucky if I achieve Little League feats with language.
Can't stop, won't stop.
📸: Me
📸: Me
July 14, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Can't stop, won't stop.
📸: Me
📸: Me
A little spark of a poem from me for #smallpoemsunday. Cheers to
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!
July 13, 2025 at 4:30 PM
A little spark of a poem from me for #smallpoemsunday. Cheers to
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social amid the imminent publication of his new book!
Hold your fire.
📸: Me
📸: Me
July 10, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Hold your fire.
📸: Me
📸: Me
So grateful for my three kids but also always missing my own father, which is why I'm resharing this poem that was originally published in Juniper: A Poetry Journal.
June 15, 2025 at 4:39 PM
So grateful for my three kids but also always missing my own father, which is why I'm resharing this poem that was originally published in Juniper: A Poetry Journal.
A while back something really terrible happened to our church.
We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.
tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation
We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.
tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation
June 8, 2025 at 1:01 AM
A while back something really terrible happened to our church.
We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.
tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation
We got through it as a parish but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Grateful to the editors of a Christian literary magazine called Traces for publishing the poem I wrote as a result.
tracesjournal.ca/p/exhortation
Missing my father on what would have been his birthday.
Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.
Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.
May 14, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Missing my father on what would have been his birthday.
Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.
Reshaping my poem 'Volition' about his final days, first published in the South Florida Poetry Journal.
Oh please, world, open for us.
Please, unfold your delicate petals.
Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.
Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)
Please, unfold your delicate petals.
Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.
Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)
May 4, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Oh please, world, open for us.
Please, unfold your delicate petals.
Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.
Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)
Please, unfold your delicate petals.
Please, color this landscape that's been dark for so long.
Please blossom. Please bloom.
(📸: Me)
Me and my idea for a poem before we've figured out how to actually write the poem.
(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)
(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)
April 26, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Me and my idea for a poem before we've figured out how to actually write the poem.
(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)
(From Antonioni's 'L'Eclisse,' 1962)
Good morning. Happy Easter. He is risen.
April 20, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Good morning. Happy Easter. He is risen.
Not necessarily my most productive year so far, but at least I still enjoy the challenge.
(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)
(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)
April 19, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Not necessarily my most productive year so far, but at least I still enjoy the challenge.
(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)
(Image: from Anontioni's 'The Vanquished,' 1953)
I wrote a sad poem and it felt so gooooooooood
April 3, 2025 at 12:00 AM
I wrote a sad poem and it felt so gooooooooood
I probably spent a collective two-plus hours walking in the city today. At one point I stopped in a coffee shop to write a poem and now I'm about to write another and I don't think it's a coincidence.
March 27, 2025 at 11:00 PM
I probably spent a collective two-plus hours walking in the city today. At one point I stopped in a coffee shop to write a poem and now I'm about to write another and I don't think it's a coincidence.
It's a poem about aging, the joy of living and the relationship between fathers and sons.
It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.
Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!
www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...
It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.
Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!
www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...
March 25, 2025 at 12:52 AM
It's a poem about aging, the joy of living and the relationship between fathers and sons.
It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.
Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!
www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...
It's also a poem about sneakers, of which there can never be too many.
Thanks to Brandon for including this in @mgliterary.bsky.social!
www.moonlitgetaway.com/poem/tread-r...
"Write from a feeling of untapped life that has become so huge that it is like a massive mountain gathering inside of you."
A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.
A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.
March 9, 2025 at 12:32 AM
"Write from a feeling of untapped life that has become so huge that it is like a massive mountain gathering inside of you."
A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.
A little craft talk tucked inside 'The Book Against Death' by Elias Canetti.
Saturday mornings are for coffee, reading poetry or fiction (okay, a few essays too) and generally not leaving my favorite space.
March 8, 2025 at 3:17 PM
Saturday mornings are for coffee, reading poetry or fiction (okay, a few essays too) and generally not leaving my favorite space.
"And every night I look through my telescope to see if anything's fluttering or sputtering"
Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?
Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?
March 7, 2025 at 12:41 AM
"And every night I look through my telescope to see if anything's fluttering or sputtering"
Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?
Why take drugs when you can just read James Tate?