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The Beginning by Maya L. Moon

A tiny story that explores what can happen when a door you thought would always be closed, suddenly opens. When old friends become new lovers, there’s only one thing to ask on the other side of oblivion.
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📷 Alan Cabello
When I met her, I got it. I got what people meant when they said someone could light up a room. Confident and happy, with the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen. She had an easy way about her. She reminded me of lofi jazz in a coffee shop. comfortable yet lively. It was never a secret that I was attracted to her. In every way that a person could be attracted to another person. She made it clear, in her gentle way, that she didn’t want to start a relationship and I respected that. I didn’t push. But I made it known that my door would always be open to her. One thousand cups of coffee and benign conversations later, I hug her goodbye after a lunch date between two friends. Something we’ve done so many times before. Except this time, when my arms loosen from the embrace, she lingers. Something has changed. She’s softened. The moment is brief but I seize it, not knowing if she’ll give me this chance again. There are too many atoms between us and I dip my head to devour the space. Her lips are soft. Supple. A tenderness that I’m not prepared for. A hesitation that stands in contrast against the sure and deliberate personality that I’ve become familiar with. But as we stand here, she warms to me. Greedier for depth that I’m all too willing to give. We tumble through the cafe floor, through doors and walls and space. She is in my bed. With me. Underneath me. Around me. I drive. Over and over. and she clings to me. Pulls me into her until there’s nothing between us. Closer, still. We collapse into each other with the magnitude of dying stars. Hold each other tight on the other side of oblivion. And knowing the answer will be more profound than I can imagine, I ask, “What changed?”
October 3, 2025 at 3:01 PM
rfredekenter.bsky.social
For Day30 @sealeychallenge.bsky.social Laurie Sheck's poems shapeshift selves, where history, science & revisited myth & nature are reimagined as converging of sense/imagination. Visionary erudite longpoems & suites. A remarkable sensibility. @openpoetrybooks.bsky.social @lauriesheck.bsky.social .
Cover of Black Series poems by Laurie Sheck. A black cover with two wood/print flowers one umber the other beige on a rope like twisted stem. Published 2001, Knopf. No Printout Sundown, and the hills grow vague as if giving a secret kindness to themselves now that our human eyes can't scrutinize their properties or pillage them for solace. And it seems I am dissolving as I watch, I who am nothing more than nothing now... as the hard and cunning edges break apart, the sharp currency of day eroding, finally governed by such softness, my beggar-eyes scanning, looking for a channel that's not there. I feel the turns and counter-turns of air, a rustling as of cloth, voice-scrap, rave of wind. There's the flick of a lit match, fitful webbings of headlights up the road. A voice saying Buy one get one free. Light pulses on and off in nearby windows the way a meandering grief pauses at one place and then another as if to sip from them awhile before it pushes further on, no printout disfiguring its leaving. Branches multiply in air, gather past the window. In this, my printless feet, my eyes unambushed and unambushing, my hands...Hills, the layered darks now take you. Or have you become the ark that enwraps you, as once a girl becomes a tree, her leaves swaying in that freedom, her sudden facelessness her joy. From The Mannequins Backlit and leaning towards the street, the mannequins look almost curious, as if wondering how it feels to be complicit with the ebb and flow of light, how a face can't discern itself; its territories shift and are shadowed, a shore that wavers, its conduct ever conscripting, raw and soft with trespass. From Seaweeds We didn't know what it meant to be so savagely self-sealed. This is the relentless dream, this the admission ticket that can't be give back./As there are cardinal points that can't be change, machines that are/programmed/to do just one thing, and one thing only, as there are xeroxes of other xeroxes, lighter or darker but basically the same, as there are screens unaltered by the wishes that move through them, and scenes that can't rescind their harsh configurations,
August 31, 2025 at 10:49 PM
concordmoose.bsky.social
10 secs of 2 views of ‘the’ source of The Don. Or is it 3? #riverwriting #longpoems #dislocatingtheieye #water #watersheds #hydrology #phenomenology #dycp #developyourcurrentpractice #fieldtrip
July 7, 2025 at 2:22 PM
albanomadarts.bsky.social
The Hooded Entrance, May 2018

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February 19, 2025 at 9:35 AM
concordmoose.bsky.social
Interested to read about perceived increased interest in storytelling in poetry & ‘sustained, book-length architecture’ from Chatto & Windus #poetry #poetrybluesky #longpoems www.thebookseller.com/news/chattos...
Chatto's Sarah Howe reveals plans for poetry list
Chatto & Windus' poetry editor Sarah Howe has revealed her aims for the list’s future with including reaching new readers through 'non traditional routes'.
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November 22, 2024 at 3:11 PM
concordmoose.bsky.social
This has turned my practical motivation from idle Spirograph into outboard motor + map 2day. Thanx @cwjoneschris.bsky.social Here be #longpoems #rivers #class #land #artistwriters #davidjones #hughes #ruskin #sheffield #naturewriting People being of & with land www.chris-jones.org.uk/the-two-way-...
The Two Way Poetry Podcast: Fay Musselwhite - Chris Jones
In this episode, poet Fay Musselwhite discusses David Jones’s book-length poem In Parenthesis and her own sequence ‘Memoir of a Working River’ from her collection Contraflow. In the interview, we talk...
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November 19, 2024 at 6:16 AM
concordmoose.bsky.social
Becoming aware I’m inclined to be hyperbolic in discussion, but often bc I’m feeling s/thing v deeply or thought takes me over like 360 under-water vertigo (scuba divers know!). Too often I haul back out bc 😱 Time to try to lean into the ecosystem not void. See what happens #longpoems #naturewriting
November 19, 2024 at 5:52 AM