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Who are your favorite fellow poets in the Tumblr community (published or brand new)?
so, i have this ask that i answered which tumblr poets that i love & i’ll try to suggest poets that haven’t been mentioned there. so, check that out too! i also suggest you check out my tumblr poet tag where i reblog all things from tumblr poets.
and hm, some of these folks have moved to other platforms — like i know @angelealowes is moving to insta & i highly suggest you follow her work because she always has a lovely way of piecing together moments with just the right words and a half forgotten sense of nostalgia.
@7-weeks is another poet that i’m just ! wow ! his poetry i would describe as the tail end of a thunderclap. that moment where you’ve just been hit by something and the rumblings that happen afterward. truly amazing. bonus points for flordia but hey.
@yvesolade is often recommended throughout tumblr and for good reason. he recently was part of a poetry anthology that i would highly suggest you check out as those are excellent ways to get to know other poets. as well as just to read his stuff because ! oh wow ! you think you get the hang of what poetry is and then yves comes around with a poem like a gut punch and you’re just nope, you had no idea. wonderful things!
@verrloren is also moving / has also moved to insta & she just released a chapbook filled with wonderful, wonderful poetry! when i read her stuff, honestly i can feel the way she just looks up at these cities and adores them down to the rubble & she’s just so lovely in her translation of that feeling. also bonus points for florida but hey.
@kblairpoetry has also moved / is moving? ( or she just is posting poetry on insta ) and ! oh my god ! a visceral poet that just gets into things with her words the way animals do with their teeth. it’s so fantastic and the feelings are always raw and open and i’ve had several of her poems where i’ve just been like oh my god out loud. fantastic! stuff! ugh, i love her poetry so much.
@birchbritches posts regularly and a lot and they’re always interesting and lovely poems that just delight me to see on my dash. honestly, it makes me think of finding something you’ve lost or a thought you’ve finally remembered or seeing the perfect scene one day in the woods. lovely, lovely.
& of course, there are plenty of places to read through. you can check out the tags here and just read through them until you find a poem that speaks to you. these are just the few that have been around lately that i’ve been reading. have a lovely day!
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hey if you’re a painter / writer / photographer / poet / artist of any kind you should reblog this because i want to follow you!! i want to start treating tumblr as a source of inspiration & art community because there are so many creative people on this site whose work i want to see!
i’m a writer / artist / poet / etc that’s in love with the intersection between the humanities/arts & the sciences, but i’m also in love with cities / stars / people / the world in general. i’ve been writing a lot, but i’ve been starting to draw more so i’m super excited about that!!!!!
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“after you read my poetry for the first time, you tell me that you don’t want to be some sad story that i’ll spent the next 2 years retelling. that your bones can’t withstand the beating of a dead horse. i laugh it off, say, nothing can be as tragic as the first time, right? because that’s what you want to hear. because that’s what i want to be able to say. that first night, we stay up all night and i can’t stop asking questions. do you think you ever forget the weight of a lightning strike? don’t you think love is kind of like that? heavy. you have a 1 in 3000 chance of even getting to experience it once. how lucky we are. to be sitting here. to have a story i can’t stop retelling.”— Retelling, Angelea Lowes
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“Come. Make me dream that I am healing.”— Albert Geiger, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Selections; “The Dying Maiden,”
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Landslide except while driving in the desert
by Fleetwood Mac
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“sorry for all my distance for my hands never being prepared to catch anything, (especially feelings) but you know what the color blue & the sound of gunshots does to a girl like me yeah, so i don’t have the healthiest coping methods & i’ll probably take any pill you put in front of me if you tell me it’ll make me high enough & i guess the air just hurts this time of year but that’s not your problem you’re just here for the apology to know i can express remorse here’s the catch: i can’t i’m not really sorry for much of anything if that means i have to spend another night in the cold then so be it i’ll turn blue my mouth will ring gunshots & it won’t be healthy or even realistic but at least you won’t have to hear my screaming over the ringing left in the air”— Where the Wound Ends Up, Angelea Lowes
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The boy is a beautiful view. You keep
opening the windows. Keep devouring
the night.— Karese Burrows, from “Little Beast,” This Is How We Lost Each Other
