Sam Rasnake

I'm pleased to be working with Ballerini Book Press ... Fallen Leaves (poetry collection, 2025) and work included in Through the Looking Glass (anthology, 2026) ballerinibookpress.ch/rareswanempori…

(Dis)enchantment...(2026) #forest #photography #escape #alternativepaths #sylvan #artistcommunity @ThePhotoHour

To enjoy fireworks you would have to have lived a different kind of life. —Naomi Shihab Nye, born #OTD in 1952 poets.org/poem/no-explos…

Beyond the Clouds by Rose Knapp #poetry #experimentalpoetry #avantgarde

Reading this today from @the_ethelzine

Relinquished eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2026/03/21/rel…

The Collected Poems of Denise Levertov

@RoseKnapp_ Good piece. Have you read James Merrill's The Changing Light at Sandover? If not, you might give it a try.

Séance by Rose Knapp #poetry #experimentalpoetry #micropoetry #avantgarde

“You become what you give your attention to.” -- Epictetus

Cori Winrock, from ALTERATIONS

“There is that land before language and it is endless…” These stunning poems by @aliner.💙💙💙

This is so good! A morning read.

Donald Hall

Memento / Christopher Nolan, dir. (2000) “You don't know who you are anymore.” #film #Cinema

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley "I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames…." He sprung from the cabin-window...upon the ice-raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the waves, and lost in darkness and distance.

“At first I called it grief, that sensation of being gently supervised, but grief does not realign furniture or smooth the bedspread while you are still in it.” —Elena Rotzokou gooseberry-pie.com/the-replacem...

Songcatcher / Maggie Greenwald Mansfield, dir. (2000) A wonderful film from my neck of the woods. “I have never been anywhere where the music is so much a part of life as it is here.” #film #Cinema

Even in Quiet Places by William Stafford From far a light, maybe a hill ranch remote and unvisited, beams on the horizon when we pass; then it is gone. For the rest of our lives that far place waits; it’s an increment, one more hollow that slips by out there, almost a gift...