This poem is really meeting the moment for me. 🔥🐿️⛑️🧝🏼♀️
Montreal micro-season: 7-year-olds doing jumps on their trottinettes in the bike lane.
Morning field report: the peonies are too heavy for all this world.
Sarah Wolfson
Sarah Wolfson
Sarah Wolfson
Thrilled to celebrate @mishasolomon.bsky.social's debut collection alongside another alchemical friend, @effervescentvoid.bsky.social 🥁
If you're zooming in/near/thru Calgary/Mohkínstsis, come land in our poetry's nest❗
Jun/18 | 7PM
Owl's Nest (815A 49th Ave SW)
👉 owlsnestbooks.com/events/51798...
So pleased to have two new poems in this issue, along with many writers whose work I admire.
"The time eventually comes, in a good poet's career, when readers actively long for his books: to know that someone out there is writing down your century, your generation, your language, your life—"
⸻ Helen Vendler on James Merrill in 1972
That sudden writerly urge to leave a room and go add the word “rhomboid” to a line of a poem composed three months ago.
