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@rickehling.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 2:41 PM

#SmallPoemSunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
yes, more #JaneHirshfield
#AReamofPaper

“A deer rises onto her haunches
to reach for an apple,

though many fallen apples are on the ground.”

A REAM OF PAPER I have a ream of paper, a cartridge of ink, almonds, coffee, a wool scarf for warmth. Whatever handcuffs the soul, I have brought here. Whatever distances the heart, I have brought here. A deer rises onto her haunches to reach for an apple, though many fallen apples are on the ground. first in Southern Review, fall 2019, then ‘Ledger’ 2020, and now ‘The Asking’
@fakeourway.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 2:18 PM

@ezhang77.bsky.social from A City Bursts Inside Me

#SmallPoemSunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Density You walk your home inside your fist. At night, the rain sleeps twice as fast. In your coat pocket are a key and a decoy. It is because of the density, repeating and alone.
@poemakontsa.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 2:09 PM

Trying to pray with Adam Zagajewski
For #smallpoemSunday
[email protected]

Life Sentence
Tr. Renata Gorczynski

Your eyes are dry. You put the kettle on,
drink tea, eat an apple.
You'll live.

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@neonpajamas.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 1:32 PM

F. Keith Wahle for #smallpoemsunday

cc: @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Another White Man Another white man is slapping his wife with a plastic octopus.
@matthewmcsmith.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 1:32 PM

A #poem for #smallpoemsunday

#poetry #poetic #amwriting

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@lyfaulk.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 12:53 PM

This #SmallPoemSunday, I offer up this lovely gem from “Nova Nights” by Guy Biederman.
Thanks @tomsnarsky.bsky.social for hosting!

RECOVERY Her best poems arrive without fail in the shower with warm water running down her back. Later, pencil sharp notebook open dry & squeaky clean she chews on her pink eraser and tries to remember. The muse just laughs. It's where she learns the best poems never make the page.
@irk-irwell.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 12:17 PM

#poem #writingcommunity #smallpoemsunday #poetry

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@luaz.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:05 AM

Haha okay, insomnia, it's #SmallPoemSunday! Hi, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social , here's The Sign Says:

The Sign Says No Solicitation! except the Tamale Lady! and I say, yes, Tamale Lady, knock on my door, come up to me on the sidewalk with your white five gallon bucket full of foil wrapped, hand made, homemade tamales. I buy four every time. I trust your kitchen better than any restaurant or grocery store. I know love when I smell it.
@christinadaub.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 5:54 AM

An ache of pine

Carolyn Forché
#poetry
#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

WHAT COMES to speak is not yet to have spoken the not-yet of a white realm of nothing left neither for itself nor another a no-longer already there, along with the arrival of what has been light and the reverse of light terror as walking blind along the breaking sea, body in whom I lived the not-yet of death darkening what it briefly illuminates an unknown place as between languages back and forth, breath to breath as a calm in the surround rises, fireflies in lindens, an ache of pine you have yourself within you yourself, you have her, and there is nothing that cannot be seen open then to the coming of what comes From her collection, In the Lateness of the World, and reprinted in Otherwhere, New & Selected Poems, 1976-2026, Scribner
@avecsesdoigts.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 2:40 AM

Reading Robert Kelly
#smallpoemsunday

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@thebisylarke.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 1:33 AM

it’s late but here’s a little one by me for #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

love is a dog from heaven sometimes falling takes you to a house so far, so different from familiar childhood hell
@midwesternskirt.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 12:32 AM

i wrote another poem where i create a title & then only use letters from that title in the poem. #smallpoemsunday

peace be with you

act the coy
bitch. pay
a tithe
to cope,
babe. bow.
wow.
we bite
without teeth.

- K Weber

@danschwerin.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 7:55 PM

#smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

more of them
damp red rags
wiping down
a day of war

#vss365
#Schwerin

@danschwerin.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 7:52 PM

#smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

The Storm Breaks

As he crosses the lake
in his small boat, suddenly
the trees, the reeds, the air
are leaning against him.

Wendell Berry, Sayings & Doings and An Eastward Look, p.46.

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