The house breathes
The house coos The
house sounds as if
there’s infants in
the walls
—Melusine Poems
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The house breathes
The house coos The
house sounds as if
there’s infants in
the walls
—Melusine Poems
Detail of Melusine's secret discovered, from Le Roman de Mélusine, by Anonymous
New project for 2025, year of the snake 🐍 !
The Mélusine Poems
Melusine is the half woman/half snake spirit of fresh water.
a venn diagram: one cirsl says "f*ck around" , the other says "find out", and the intersectuon says "creative practice."
a helpful diagram. #art #design
Get ready to send me poems!
"Faster!" Collage. I used real luna moth wings..found, I would never kill one. I love all the insect art and photos today for "green". #JanuArty #collage #JanuArty2025 #green #collageart #fantasy #humor #surrealism #cathyhorner #mixmedia #traditionalart #lunamoth
THE SNOW SERPENT Begin with an ozempic moon Begin with the conjuring moon My house has a name & it is: Revolution Skin My dress has a name & it is: Sleeps in Snow I am all about necklines —the vaulting V of them I have been interred I have been enfurred I have been sable collared, once again This feels a lot like a mammal in a clutch This feels a lot like a mammal giving up I am very very relaxed Ballerina like —I am nothing but neck I am an anesthetized snake at an acupuncturist Flowers grow out of every needle stick I am half frozen To congeal is wed snow with blood My blood is blue My blood is cold My body is nothing but a line of sky colored hyacinths Snow is what falls into them
#vss365 #collar #sable #congeal #snake #vault #conjure
Today’s #poetryprompt:
Let chance rule your #poem. Whatever that means to you. Roll a dice, pull a tarot card, open a book and select a random word or sentence. Life is full of happenstance and randomness. Let’s make it work for us.
#WriterCommunity
Closed Gentian Distances A nothing day full of wild beauty and the timer pings. Roll up the silver off the bay take down the clouds sort the spruce and send to laundry marked more starch. Goodbye golden- and silver- rod, asters, bayberry crisp in elegance. Little fish stream by, a river in water. 1969
happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜
feel free to participate by posting small poems you wrote, +/or small poems you love by somebody else :)
a special one today, one of my favorite small poems of all time by James Schuyler:
today's writing prompt
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How do we find our ppl on this brave new platform?? We are a small press from the Midwest publishing since 2011. Our open period for manuscripts is until the end of this month!!
#booksky #poets #writers #smallpess #poetsofbluesky #queerpoets #opencall
Up with this sort of thing. David Wheatley, one of our most thoughtful and generous poetry reviewers, does the round-up in The Guardian. www.theguardian.com/books/2025/j...
Libraries are more than book lenders. Libraries help folks fill out taxes, fill out passport forms, access 3D printers, record in a (free) music studio, gather genealogy info, take various (again, free) classes, help with resumes, video editing equipment, large size PRINTING, ++++
I'M OUT OF ROOM!
SOME 8’s
Snow falling proton-wise
—falling sideways
is
not a black swan
event
Speed is its own
para//elogram
I spend forever turning
out
in
this
ballerina nightness
I feel myself bleed
inside
my skates
#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
bridge watchers
I’ve been exchanging tanka poems with my friend Marina. Recently, she sent me a passage from Glissant’s Poetics of Relation—prompting me to resume our correspondence. As Frank O’Hara once said, “the poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages.”
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An everyday prompt distilled from yesterday’s wild blue musings on the Northern night sky as The Code of 404
(4🌌4)=(🐝🌻🐝)=(🌒🌕🌘)
What is coming toward you?
What is being ferried away?
Am still thinking about these 2 bees
& really, there’s no reason why the North Portal can’t be the flower
Like a giant revolving flower
With or without Polaris at its center
Which would make earth the hive
Works both ways
Bee’s job remains the same
It’s high time to reinvent Martian poetry.
Multiple personalities optimize parallel universalities.
How to activate cultural networks that span age & affinities?
This quote is off limits for the average reader.
If life hands you a sousaphone, make a parade.
#ManifestoOfTheMoments #poetry
4🌌4 Poetics
If this 0, pictured below, is the portal to the universe (currently known as Polaris)
then that makes our earth the flower filled garden
& the universe the hive
& these 2, 4 legged bees
are the pollen laden go betweens
The boarder crossers
The poets
Traversing from flower to cave
May be the oldest 404 message, ever
Very puzzling how these bees only have 4 legs
This is what Ive found so far:
NOTES ON COOLIDGE, OBJECTIVES.
ZUKOFSKY, ROMANTICISM, AND & by Robert Grenier:
“The Maintains product of Coolidge's operations.
Quincunx translated to lines from fives in nature.”
If 404 represents the ancient starless true north
then the quincunx would be the current Polaris configuration
Somewhere in my travels
Ive come across a quincunx poetics
which i can no longer find
Can anyone out there help with this?
Every Poem is an Advent — day 18
Poem by Summer J. Hart from the book BOOMHOUSE
4🌌4 Poetics:
Sometimes i wonder about the eons
when the North Star was gone
When the constellations & the 4 quartered moon circled a void
A portal
—circled the North Door
What were their poems like?
