The truth, laid out in the gardens. Agonies. Repulsion.
11.02.2026 00:11
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The truth, laid out in the gardens. Agonies. Repulsion.
D529.1
Petrification
when woman's voice is heard.
"So if the violence of the deportations, and the crackdowns, and the cuts, and the raids, and the air strikes, haven’t been enough for you, let something so simple and evil as the daytime execution of a poet move you to action." Thank you, @literaryhub.bsky.social 💥
F535.2.8
Little soldiers
with officer
on rabbit (long needles
and knives
for weapons).
A1464.1
Acquisition
of poetry.
Trying to comb thru my loose notes for fresh poems to read & whew that’s a bigger ask than I was expecting.
Poster for Riley Parker’s book release party Dec 4th at 7 at Word Virus in Portland, OR featuring Lisa Ciccarello & Colin Keating.
In a little bit I’ll be heading out to be a poet in public for the launch of my pals chapbook.
If you are in Portland you shld come by & hear poetry & have some homemade sangria & look at books.
Little clockwork mechanisms obey the investigator.
J1791.3.3
Moon's reflection thought
to be gold
in water.
u have to make the work u wanna see even if nobody wants to see it im begging here
F916
One animal jumps through body
of another.
F441.4.4
Forest-spirits
with wings
and
with backward-pointing fingers
and toes.
K445.2
Whoever hears singing snake must die.
If you think you might want to do this, but today's not the best day for it, just let me know. I'm considering doing another day of live support for people to get their games done in the future.
If this world is a little too much, why not make a new world from your creative work?
I just shared a guide for poets to help turn their poems into solo RPGs.
Plus I've set aside the whole day to help anyone who grabs the guide today.
Interested? Read more here: www.patreon.com/posts/137744...
ghostcitypress.com/2025-summer-...
Lisa Ciccarello
Graveyard earth passes judgement under the beds.
This lyric is such a mantra for me.
J1024
Quails caught
in net rise up
in a body
with net
and escape.
Now and then just when she thinks she is finally free, she shrinks from the sound of the scrape of a flagstone.
Thank you so much 💕
It’s free to read, but if you share it anywhere or donate a $1+, let me know & I’ll send you a digital goody bag with a soundscape I created for the chapbook, a poem that was cut from the manuscript & a phone background I designed using the cover image!
Delighted to have a new chapbook out with @ghostcitypress.bsky.social!
You can read it here: ghostcitypress.com/2025-summer-...
WE HAVE TRAVELED FAR DOING NOTHING MORE THAN CALLING OUT FOR HOME. by Lisa Ciccarello (@saltlock.bsky.social) is now available as part of the 2025 Summer Series! Download your free copy here: ghostcitypress.com/2025-summer-...
Amazing! Congrats! 🎉
A778.2.1
Milky Way
as path
of souls (demons).
It's all happening again, as dictated by blood. One girl removes her presence from the house; another arrives when the land is shrouded in mist, seeking shelter.
Inside of the flower, a flower; inside of the flower a seed.
The house is hostile. The schoolroom contracts and expands, as if breathing.