Stone Circle Review

Poetry that re-enchants the ordinary, that knows what the rational world has explained away. Recent poems: EIC @LeePottsPoet

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The Circle is always open. The poems I’m looking for return, in Charles Simic’s words, “that which is familiar to its original strangeness”

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[Lee Potts 📖 @LeePottsPoet]

I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars. I prefer to knock on wood. I prefer not to ask how much longer and when. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.

-- Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities”

[Lee Potts 📖 @LeePottsPoet]

Over the years, I have gotten more interested in building multiplicity into my writing. I’ve been experimenting with how much I can pour into the poem.

-- Lauren Camp

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@kerryrawli I agree, Kerry.

[kerry rawlinson @kerryrawli]

She steeps in fecund bliss
until her light is drawn.

what a rich and solid poem 👏🔥

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POEM 376: "Black Tea" by Cindy Kurukaanga

"She traces branches across
the back of hands that dug abundance

into broody marl, charged earth
with buddings, nursed slips to full plumage."

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In case you missed it this morning...

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POEM 375: "The Unworn" by Aardhra Chandran

"The pleats are iron teeth.
They close around her hips.

Six yards of starched cotton
draw her upright—
a coffin of cloth,
stiff with hair oil,
sour with old sweat."

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POEM 375: "The Unworn" by Aardhra Chandran

"The pleats are iron teeth.
They close around her hips.

Six yards of starched cotton
draw her upright—
a coffin of cloth,
stiff with hair oil,
sour with old sweat."

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[Stanchion @StanchionZine]

My head space now and for the foreseeable.

[Stone Circle Review @stonecirclerev]

Attention without feeling, I began to learn, is only a report.

– Mary Oliver, Our World

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In case you missed this last night...

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I am delighted to announce Stone Circle's 2027 Best of the Net nominees. Links to their poems are here: https://t.co/XZJRO4SyTE

Please take a moment to enjoy their work again. And please join me in congratulating them and wishing them the best of luck. #BotN #BestOfTheNet

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Stone Circle #ThrowbackThursday poem : "Termite Lover" by Noah Powers (@_noahpowers) #TBT

https://t.co/jXir1qzzN7

[Tina Kelley @tinakelley]

grateful to @stonecirclerev https://t.co/URdo78wNmy

2027 Best of the Net Anthology Nominations
Ali Beheler – “Out of Hollows, Echoing“
Kimberly Hall – “Fugato“
Tina Kelley – “Self-Portrait as Funeral Star“
Dustin King – “After Camping With Jeff in the Dismal Swamp...

[Stone Circle Review @stonecirclerev]

I am delighted to announce Stone Circle's 2027 Best of the Net nominees. Links to their poems are here: https://t.co/XZJRO4SyTE

Please take a moment to enjoy their work again. And please join me in congratulating them and wishing them the best of luck. #BotN #BestOfTheNet

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Stone Circle Replay Wednesday poem: "Math" by Crystal Taylor (@CrystalTaylorSA)

https://t.co/yDlwe7krG9

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I depend on serendipity. I pray for what may be referred to as the angel of chance.

-- Sally Mann

[kerry rawlinson @kerryrawli]

pink as babies....
Love this reversion x

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I remember my Thanksgiving poem being pinned to the school bulletin board, where everyone could see it, and leaves cut out of orange construction paper were stapled all around it. It is the one poem I am still trying to write.

-- Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey